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Allvar turned to the cashier, his expression calm but his words firm. "I'm afraid there's been a slight... complication," he said, his gaze briefly flicking to Serena, who was watching the scene unfold with a barely concealed smirk. "What kind of complication?" the cashier asked, her brow furrowing. Seraphina spoke up, her voice steady despite the worry in her eyes. "I seem to have misplaced my wallet," she explained, her fingers still searching her purse in vain. "I'm not sure what happened to it." The cashier's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I see," she said, her tone diplomatic. "Well, if you'd like, we can hold your items here while you look for it." Allvar nodded, his gaze still fixed on Serena. "That would be much appreciated," he said, his voice laced with a subtle warning. Serena, unable to contain her glee, stepped forward, her voice dripping with feigned concern. "Oh, dear, that152The words hit like a slap in the face. Allvar’s eyes darkened, his usually calm demeanor now strained as the cashier’s attitude shifted. "You’re threatening us?" he asked, his voice low but dangerously firm.Seraphina, her patience wearing thin, took a step forward, her eyes blazing. "We’ve been nothing but polite," she said, her voice unwavering. "And we don’t need to explain ourselves to you, Serena, or anyone else."Serena tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh, of course, you don’t need to explain, do you?" she mocked. "You’ve got the whole thing figured out. A woman of mystery and lies, pretending to be something she’s not." Derek snorted, crossing his arms. "And don’t forget the poor, sad little man with her," he added, his voice dripping with derision. "A perfect pair of losers, if you ask me."Seraphina’s eyes flicked to Allvar, her expression unwavering, but her voice cut through the growing tension. "We will pay," she sai
153Derek’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise breaking his smug expression. “Oh, big hero, are we?” he jeered, but there was a hint of disappointment in his tone. He hadn’t expected Allvar to be able to step in.Serena’s smile faltered for a split second before she covered it with a sneer. “Well, well. Allvar to the rescue,” she said mockingly. “Didn’t see that one coming.”Serena’s smirk spread wider as Derek burst into laughter, the sound harsh and filled with disbelief. “You?” Derek managed between gasps, his eyes gleaming with derision. “Pay for all this? What a joke! You think anyone’s buying that, Allvar? You’re nothing but a worthless, pauper loser pretending to be something you’re not.”Serena’s laughter joined his, sharp and biting. She took a step forward, her eyes narrowing as they roved over Allvar’s plain, worn jacket and scuffed shoes. “You can barely afford lunch, let alone a bill of $240,785.67,” she sneered. “What’s the plan, Al
154“You’re really doing this?” Seraphina said, shaking her head slightly. “Allvar, this is madness. They’re going to tear you apart if—”“Wait for it,” Derek interjected, his voice louder now, meant to command attention. “Let’s all watch as the great Allvar tries to buy his way out of a hole he dug for himself.”Serena smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Oh, this is rich. Watch him squirm.”The soft hum of the register processing the transaction seemed to echo louder than before, filling the silence that had descended. The cashier’s expression shifted subtly as seconds ticked by. Her eyes darted between the screen and the card in her hand. The sneer she wore began to slip, replaced by something approaching unease.Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat. She glanced around the room, noticing how the spectators had drawn closer, their disbelief giving way to a more predatory interest. “Allvar,” she whispered
155Inside the shop, Serena and Derek stood frozen, unable to speak. Their eyes were wide with shock, searching each other for any semblance of explanation, but neither had one to offer. The crowd that had gathered moments earlier now buzzed with low murmurs and scattered whispers.“Did you see that? The card actually went through!” a young man whispered to his friend, eyes gleaming with astonishment.“No way. He must be loaded,” another voice chimed in, disbelief still lacing his tone.Serena’s hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She turned to Derek, her expression a mix of frustration and fear. “Derek, say something! How could this happen? I thought you said he was bluffing!”Derek’s jaw was set, the muscles in his face twitching as he tried to suppress the humiliation surging through him. “I don’t know, Serena,” he hissed, each word sharp. “This doesn’t make sense. It can’t make sense.”The murmurs grew
156They made their way to where Seraphina had parked her car. The narrow alley they passed through was filled with the muffled hum of distant traffic. Seraphina kept glancing at Allvar, her eyes wide, her pulse drumming in her ears as if amplifying the unspoken questions swirling in her mind.“Allvar,” she said, breaking the silence, her voice taut and uncertain, “who 'are' you, really?” The words came out in a near-whisper, but they carried a weight that made Allvar pause mid-stride.He turned to face her, for a brief moment, his eyes met hers, dark and unfathomable, before flickering away.“Seraphina,” he began, forcing a smile that looked almost convincing. “My family had investments. Some of them paid off… more than anyone expected.”“Investments?” she echoed, her brows knitting together. The word felt hollow, like an excuse crafted too neatly to be the whole truth. She took a step closer, tilting her head as if proxim
157Seraphina listened intently, her brow furrowed as Allvar explained his family's involvement in "private security work." A small, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips."Private security work, huh?" she echoed, her tone layered with a hint of amused skepticism. "I have to say, Allvar, that's a far cry from the 'investments' you first mentioned."She stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and playfulness. "So, are we talking about some high-tech, James Bond-esque operation here? Or is it more of a glorified bodyguard situation?"Allvar chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Well, I suppose you could say it's a bit of both," he admitted, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "My family has certainly had its fair share of, shall we say, 'exciting' adventures over the years."Seraphina couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in. "I have to hand it to you, Al
158When he finally arrived at his family’s mansion, the sky was a deep indigo, speckled with the first stars of the evening. He parked in the circular driveway and stepped out, the grand facade of the house looming before him. The cool night air whispered past him, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens.The mansion was silent, save for the quiet rustle of leaves in the breeze. As he stepped inside, Mr. Lorentz, the family’s ever-attentive butler, was already waiting in the foyer, hands clasped behind his back.“Welcome back, sir,” Mr. Lorentz said with a polite smile that hinted at genuine concern. “Long day, I assume?”Allvar managed a tired nod. “You could say that, Mr. Lorentz. Anything noteworthy while I was away?”“Not particularly, sir, except for a message from your father. He mentioned he would like to speak with you in the morning.”Allvar’s brow furrowed. “Did he say why?”Mr. Lorentz shook his head. “Only that it was of importance, sir. Would you lik
159“It’s at the Hawthorne mansion,” he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. He could feel his father’s sharp eyes on him, reading every flicker of emotion that crossed his face.“Something wrong, Allvar?” his father asked, his voice low and probing. “You look... unsettled.”Allvar straightened and forced a casual shrug, schooling his features into calmness. “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “Just surprised.”His father’s eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward, fingers steepled together. “Surprised? The Hawthornes have hosted plenty of gatherings before. This one shouldn’t be any different.”“It’s just been a while since I’ve attended one of their events, that’s all,” Allvar replied, maintaining an even tone. “I’m sure it’ll be as extravagant as ever.”His father raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “Extravagant? Is that what concerns you, son? The glittering chandeliers and their over-the-top wine collection?”“Hardly, Father.” Allvar’s lips curled s