2024-08-21 09:43:02"You're truly unruly, uneducated, and nothing more than a frog in a well, thinking you're so great!”
Sophia scoffed with disdain.
“That's why I despise talking to someone as lowly as you!"
Alex chuckled, “Believe me, I am trying to be honest here.”
"You? A powerful man?" she sneered, glaring at him with utter disgust.
"You can't even begin to understand how powerful I am or the people I've encountered who are far more powerful than you. They could erase you with just a sneer."
Alex laughed.
"The powerful men you know might be the ones seeking my favor, pleading for me to marry their daughters just to stay in my good graces. Trust me, you're incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with me."
What a braggart!
Sophia rowed her eyes in disgust.
She wanted nothing more than to throw something at his smug face.
How shameless could he be, pretending to be so powerful when all he had was an old military backpack?
"You might pretend not to know me and try to bind me with marriage just to get my money," Sophia retorted.
"But I warn you, that’s never going to happen. If my family finds out I slept with a poor man like you, you’ll be erased from this world. So you’d better keep your mouth shut and forget everything that happened here."
"I…"
"I don’t want to hear another word from you. Now, get out of this room," she demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.
"But…"
Alex tried to protest.
This was his room.
“NOW!”
Yet, seeing the fury in Sophia’s wide eyes, he chose not to argue.
He quietly put on his clothes, grabbed his old military backpack, and looked at Sophia one last time.
"I…"
"Get out!" Sophia’s yelled at the top of her lung.
"Alright."
In the elevator, Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He knew the woman was under the influence of a cruel aphrodisiac, one that would end her life if she didn’t have sex with a man within the hour.
If there were any other way to save her, he would have done it already.
But that kind of sinister poison had no antidote.
"What the hell have I done? I came here to meet my fiancée, but before even meeting her, I’ve already slept with another woman. Maybe this is what they call a legendary bachelor party."
As Alex walked out from the elevator into the lobby, it was around five in the morning.
The hotel was quiet, with only a few people scattered around.
Yet, as he crossed the lobby, a group of men in black—about forty of them—suddenly appeared, forming two lines and bowing deeply as he passed.
He glanced at them with little interest, his expression one of boredom as if this was something he was long tired of.
A middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, kneeling before him in a knight-like stance.
"I am Alfred Kingston, at your service, Young Master," the man declared with reverence.
Alex looked down at him. "Alfred, do you know why I’m here in such simple clothes?"
"Young Master,
please enlighten me," Alfred responded, his head still bowed."I’m here incognito," Alex explained. "And all this unnecessary fuss—are you trying to blow my cover so everyone knows who I truly am?"
"I apologize for my short-sightedness," Alfred quickly stood, turning to the men behind him.
With a swift gesture, he signaled for them to disperse, and the line of men quickly melted away, leaving the lobby empty once more.
"Tell me what you’re here for," Alex said as he walked toward a nearby sofa.
Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.
"Yes, Young Master," Alfred responded promptly.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center.
"This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit."
Alfred humbly handed it to Alex.
"This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone.”
“You’ll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether it’s securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events.”
“It connects you to the most secretive circles—no one will ever say no to you."
Alex looked at the card without any interest.
Alfred continued.
"I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities.”
“But since you are here incognito, I guess you won’t like it, — so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay."
Alfred explained with caution.
Alex nodded.
"Good to see you understood. I’ll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts you’ve prepared."
“Now, tell me what you want.”
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The knight behind the desk wasn't Walsh. She didn't offer a first name, and she carried the particular briskness of someone who had decided how this conversation would end before Feby and Alex ever sat down."Inspector Thackeray," she said, by way of introduction. For half a second her eyes caught on Feby's face and something flickered there — recognition, maybe, or the memory of it — before she smoothed it back into procedure.If Feby noticed, she didn't have room for it. She was watching the thin folder the inspector had slid halfway across the counter — and then, after a moment's reconsideration, slid back."We appreciate you both coming in," Thackeray said. "The inquiry's closed."Feby's hand stopped in the air, halfway to the folder. "Closed.""Reviewed and closed. No suspects worth holding." The inspector didn't quite meet her eyes when she said it."The men involved weren't organized. Weren't working for anyone we could substantiate. It happens more than you'd think, Miss Stein
Chapter 690
The apartment had a rhythm now, and Feby was ashamed of how quickly she'd learned it by heart.Alex left before she woke. He came home after dark. And every night he set two hundred dollars on the counter — sometimes three — peeled off whatever the day had paid him, without being asked, the way another man might take off his shoes at the door.Like it was nothing. Like it didn't cost him twelve hours of his body to earn it.She'd stopped arguing around the fourth night. There was a certain kind of stubbornness that wasn't worth fighting, and his was cut from the same stone as her father's had been.Or so she imagined. She'd never known her father well enough to be sure, and that small hollow ache surfaced at the strangest times — like now, watching money she hadn't asked for sit quietly on a counter that wasn't really hers.She was at the little table doing what she'd done every night for a week — filling out another application, this one for an assistant coordinator role two rungs be
Chapter 689
Alex's hand crossed the counter.The slap wasn't hard. That was the frightening part — the economy of it, one crisp crack of palm against cheek and then Alex's hand was simply back at his side, relaxed, as if it had never moved.The loupe clattered to the floor. Somewhere in the back room, something stopped rustling and listened.The broker touched his own face like he was checking it was still attached. Then his shock caught fire."You dare — you dare hit me?" He shot up from his chair, knocking it over, and his voice cracked into a roar. "Guards! Guards, throw this man out!"The back room emptied.Five of them came through the curtain — big men, the kind bought by the pound, shoulders filling the doorway one after another. Iron bars in their fists. Faces arranged to make ordinary people apologize for existing. They spread across the shop floor with the lazy confidence of men who had done this before and never once lost.Alex exhaled through his nose. Almost a sigh.Then he moved.If
Chapter 688
Feby leaned in until her shoulder nearly touched his. Her voice came out thinner than she wanted it to."Do I sign this?"Alex didn't look at the paper. He looked at her, and something in the steadiness of it made her breath catch — like he'd already read the whole document and half her life besides."Which one gets you there faster?" he asked quietly. "Reaching magician level three, or landing a manager's position at the Regent Group?"She almost laughed. Level three. As if the words alone didn't sting.She'd spent years pressing her palm to testing stones that stayed dark, years watching other students light them up like sunrise while hers gave back nothing but her own reflection.Talent wasn't something you could bribe, borrow, or earn. You either had it or you spent your whole life pretending the ache of not having it didn't exist."The manager position," she said. "Of course."Alex tilted his head closer, and his whisper dropped so low it was almost just breath. "Then here's a th
Chapter 687
Alex looked at Grandmother Marta."You're right," he said. "I'm not going to tell you who I am. That's not relevant to this meeting." He leaned forward slightly."What's relevant is that the trust instrument says Feby gets her money. You've been withholding it for fourteen months past the legal trigger date. In that time, the estate has continued to generate returns which have been administered by the co-administrator structure — which means by your family. Every month of delay is a month of returns that should have been accessible to Feby and weren't." He paused."I'm not a lawyer. But I've read the documents, and from where I'm sitting, this looks less like prudent management and more like four years of spending someone else's money and finding reasons not to give it back."The silence was absolute.Leon broke it first, and the friendliness in his voice had thinned considerably. "That's an extraordinary accusation.""It's not an accusation," Alex said. "It's a description of what th
Chapter 686
The Rydell family home was the kind of place that had been designed to make visitors feel small.Three stories of pale stone, iron-latticed windows, a gate that required a mana-key to open — the kind of gate that announced, before anyone inside had spoken a word, that the people within considered themselves a different category of person than whoever was standing outside it.Alex stood outside it with Feby and noted all of this without comment.She had told him on the tram ride over. Her father — Edmund Steinmeyer, dead four years now — had left behind a fortune so substantial that the precise number had never been discussed in polite company.What had been discussed, extensively and behind closed doors, was the question of what happened to it.Edmund had died without a will that satisfied everyone.His money had passed into a family trust administered jointly — which in practice meant administered by the Rydell side, her mother's family, who had been living off the interest since the
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