After learning about Ricardo’s death, there are no more peaceful times for Mr. Owen because aside from his own overthinking, he also keeps seeing Elisha’s figure anywhere.“Can’t you rest for a bit today?” Alma, Mr. Owen’s legal wife asked her husband. “If you rest now, things will be better for you–”“Ridiculous!” Mr. Owen shouted. “Are you thinking? How can my fate change for the better if I won’t do anything about it? Tsk, stupid woman.”But before he can leave two packages arrived at Mr. Owen’s table. One is an envelope, the other one is a notebook sized box.He opened it and from the first package, Mr. Owen saw a family picture of him, Elisha and Matthias together with other people close to them. Everyone’s smiling brightly and Elisha has that bridal glow everyone should be envious of. Immediately, Mr. Owen ripped the photograph.What’s that?The wedding never happened!There’s no wedding!Wait, is there?No!He can’t remember anything…But the photo…Still confused at the photo
“So, it failed?” Camilla opened the canned soft drinks she’s holding and poured it into a glass. “Well, I never expected Harold Owen to succeed at all. If only the great master did not die abruptly, there would be no Mirella that could go against our plans. On second thought, it’s also hard to face off with that giant–I mean, the great master.” The butler, who’s been listening to all of Camilla’s rants and thoughts, turned off the lights and closed the fridge. Then he walked to Camilla and pulled the woman by her waist. “But since I did what you told me, it's only correct for me to get my reward,” the butler told Camilla before he kissed Camilla’s neck, down to the angle of her shoulders, putting the hair strands covering part of her face to the back of Camilla’s ear. “Now, stop chugging down that carbonated drink like an expensive wine, we have a long night ahead of us…” he added as he pulled the middle-aged lady to her room. Like what the butler intended, they shared intima
“That’s perfect, Sir,” praised Clementine to Matthias after the latter put on the sunglasses that are now the updated version of Mirella. “I think I look like an undercover spy,” Matthias commented as he looked at himself in the mirror, checking the new function of Mirella AI that became a real assistant, thanks to Clementine’s efforts in putting it to an accessory he can use anytime. “I don’t like this form,” Mirella complained. “I want to use my avatar and not just present data to you,” she whined. “Did the great master create you with that bratty personality or did you do it yourself?” Matthias asked Mirella. “Of course I am created like this,” Mirella answered. “And I learn other things.” Is that so? Matthias thought deeply on what inspired the great master to create Mirella but almost 70% of the data regarding the great master is inaccessible for him until now. He still needs to enter a certain keyword but there are limited tries so he can’t try to guess what that word is.
Chapter 43When the date of the party arrived, Matthias went to the uptown village where the house of Camilla Blanc was located in Shian.It is where the party was addressed so, he came completely ready to dominate the scene with his luxurious attire but when he came inside the reception hall, letting the guards open the door for him, his get up looked just like any other everyday clothes.Luxury and extravagance is an understatement to describe the scene in front of him.First of all, the guests are drinking from purply - almost crystal glasses that he knows would fetch a million per piece. “Almira’s crystal,” Matthias muttered when he remembered the name of the material that was named after its discoverer. From the recent research papers published about Almira’s glass, it was detailed that the crystal is rarer than the known Taaffeite.“Fancy seeing you here,” a lady in her 40s, with silvery gray hair greeted Matthias.She raised the glass she’s holding and when one of the servers
Upon saying that, one of Camilla’s men fell dead after receiving a bullet straight in his head.“What happened?!” Camilla asked, panicking, looking at the broken glass window where the bullet passed through.“What did you do, you, gremlin!” she shouted at Matthias when Matthias smiled as he watched the person die in front of him.“Are you sane?” Camilla accused Matthias.Matthias tilted his head to his right and another shot came, this time, shooting down the guard nearest to Camilla to his temple that, of course, led to the guard’s abrupt death.“Do you think I am sane?” Matthias asked Camilla back. “Your world never allows a sane person to breathe properly, now, you’re asking if I am sane?” Camilla threw the expensive wine glass she’s holding to the floor and walked to Matthias, accidentally stepping on the dead guard that’s lying on the floor but gives no fuck about it at all. “Damn you!” she exclaimed and pointed her accusing finger to Matthias. “What kind of sorcery are you doi
Three days after Matthias’ disastrous meeting with Camilla, Clementine finds himself worrying about Matthias’ head.“Hey! What made you think that you can declare a war against Camilla that way? I told you to help me with my problem and not aggravate it. Ah!” Clementine just complained since he can’t do anything more after Matthias made that grand introduction to Camilla.“And you made me kill her men, what will you do if she suddenly– Wait! On second thought, Camilla doesn’t care about those expendables. But do you think like that as well?”Matthias, who keeps hearing Clementine rants, placed a pair of earbuds in his ears. He’s already fed up hearing the same thing over and over again for the past few days.“Stop taking the escape route again,” Clementine chided him and pulled out the cushions placed in Matthias’ ears.“I wanna sleep now.”Clementine laughed at Matthias sudden change in mood. “Ha, Sir…” he said, controlling his anger and brain not to punch Matthias out of reflex. “T
Bzzt…bzzt…ksshck…“Is it okay now? Fine? Open? Hi!”Matthias frowned at the tattooed boy who entered the camera frame that’s connected to his casino.“Who are you?” he asked the black haired thug that’s smoking two cigarettes at the same time.“Larsen Reagan, of course,” the thug replied and puffed another smoke to the screen, making it blurry once again. “What’s with the attitude? Is that how you treat your patrons?”Matthias gritted his teeth when he heard the cliched question again. “Your emotions are showing, are you really the owner of this casino?” Larsen asked Matthias when he saw the sudden shift of Matthias’ face muscles, which the latter, of course, tried so hard to hide under a poker face.“Hm.. your face looks like you know what’s going on but at the same time doesn’t know what’s going on. You know how the games are played but aren't a master of it. That’s you,” Larsen pointed out to Matthias. “That’s why you lose,” he even mocked and showed the winnings that their casin
After announcing that he'll find Matthias a new master, Clementine brought Matthias to the casino."You said you'll give me another master but we're just here at the casino," Matthias complained as he scratched his heels that had been itching to get out of the place."You just need to wait, he'll come back here at the promised date that he said."That's when Matthias realized that the master Clementine was talking about was Larsen. How can he receive teaching from someone who looks younger than him.But it seems like his question can be read from his face because Clementine offered an answer right away."It's because you look more naive than a high school boy, Sir," Clementine said. "Sometimes you look like the part — a rich dominant boss — but that's just acting on your part, isn't it? With a Reagan as your mentor, changing your attitude generally won't be that hard a feat. I apologize that, this, Clementine can only teach you how to protect yourself properly."Matthias looked deepl