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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Chapter 811
Nobody in the ballroom breathed.Natasha picked up the folders, both of them, and held them against her chest like a schoolbook."The House of Tiffany punished Miss Serena Tiffany tonight," she said. "Before the whole coast. It told us it will not have her. It told us Patricia is its head."She looked down at the Baroness on the step."So this meeting is over. Halcyon will never work with the House of Tiffany again. Not this year. Not ever." A small, cold pause. "I am sorry. But Halcyon does not get played."The Baroness's mouth opened. Nothing came out.Natasha lifted the folders a little higher, so the back of the room could see them."Tomorrow, I will sell these loans. To anyone on this coast who wants the Tiffanys and the Pryces finished." Her eyes went slowly round the tables. "I think I'll have a long line."Nobody laughed. Half the room looked down at their plates, because half the room had wanted exactly that for years."By tomorrow night," Natasha said, "I want to see them lo
Chapter 810
Patricia took the microphone as if it had always been hers, and smiled out over the room, sweet as sugar on a knife."Thank you, Grandmother. Thank you, Ms. Vale. The House of Tiffany has made perfume on this coast for three hundred years, and I promise you, Halcyon will never regret it. And my poor cousin will make anything Halcyon asks for. Anything at all. She works for me now."She laughed lightly. "So you see, Ms. Vale, you get both of us. In one pocket."The room clapped. Not everyone.Enough.Serena sat still for three breaths. Alex heard her count them.Then she stood up and walked out between the tables, chin up, hands flat at her sides, past every face that had just heard her called a liar.Nobody stopped her. At the great doors her shoulders shook once. Then she was gone.Her napkin was still folded. She had not even touched her water.Inside the mild, empty smile, something very old woke up.A hand fell on his shoulder."Hear that, dog boy?" Julian bent down beside him, sm
Chapter 809
Two nights later the Grand's ballroom was white and gold, a hundred candles, the sea black behind the tall windows. In the middle of the floor a ship carved out of ice, Halcyon's mark, dripped slowly into a silver tray.At the Tiffany table Serena sat very straight in her best dress, her hands folded in her lap. Her name, on the contract.Patricia under it. She had said it to herself all day, the way you count steps in the dark.Alex sat beside her with three coats folded over his knees, because nobody else had wanted to hold them.The doors opened, and the room turned.Rebecca Morgan came in alone, tall and cold, dark red hair pinned back hard, a man's watch on her thin wrist. Whispers ran ahead of her across the floor. The Cruel Lady of Calder never came to anyone's party.At the high table she and Natasha Vale inclined their heads to each other. Neither said a word. Whatever the Morgans owed Halcyon, nobody in this room would hear of it.She turned to go back to the Morgan table. H
Chapter 808
Oliver Grant did not stay to watch.He put his mother into his long silver car and drove away down the hill. Aunt Ruby's face showed in the back window, small and white as a coin.It is easy to be brave from a safe distance.Ten men closed in at the foot of the steps, iron bars in their fists. The biggest of them, bald as an egg, stepped forward and set his boot on the bottom step."Mr. Grant wants your legs, magician," he said. "We take them here, or we take them on the road. Your choice."Alex stood still in the rain, his black case in his hand."Brave men," he said, "who waited until the count's guards went upstairs.""Every one of them, sitting with the old man." The bald man grinned. "Nobody's coming down. It's just you and a little bag of pins."He lifted his bar over the case."First the needles. Then the fingers that hold them."The others laughed."Look at him, boys. Shaking in his mask." The bald man leaned in close. "Two months of the best doctors in Calder, and the countes
Chapter 807
Nobody breathed.The machine was silent. The old count lay still. The burning smell of the paste filled the hot room until every eye was running."His fate," Foster said. Very small. "I told you all. It was his fate.""Tommy?" The bowl shook in Aunt Ruby's hands. "Tommy, please."But over the bowl, her eyes went to the wall. To Oliver. Not to her brother. A quick look, like a woman checking the time."Is he dead?" Rebecca asked.Her voice was perfectly calm. That was the worst part.Under Alex's fingers, nothing moved. Nothing at all."Not yet," Alex said. "Give me one breath."He laid two fingers on the last needle, over the heart. And turned it once.The count coughed.A huge, tearing cough, the kind that comes up from the bottom of a well. Something thick and black came up into the cloth Alex held at his mouth. A clot the size of a thumb. It smelled of burnt sugar over bitter medicine.Then the old man dragged in one long breath. And another.The machine gave one soft beep. Then an
Chapter 806
"Who on earth has been sticking pins in him?"Rebecca heard the voice before she saw the man. The whole house heard it.Dr. Henry Foster came through the sickroom door like a parade coming into town. Bald and pink. Gold spectacles. A white coat with the crest of the Imperial College. Six young doctors hurried in behind him and lined up along the wall like ducks.He smelled of cologne. Sweet and expensive. Like a cake shop.For thirty years Henry Foster had been the most famous doctor in the Empire. He had built the Imperial College's new wing in the capital with his own name over the door. Princes had always waited a month to see him. Whenever he walked into a room, other doctors had always stood up.Natasha had gone down to her car to telephone. The masked man was on the back step. Rebecca was alone in a hot room that smelled of camphor."Dr. Foster." She kept her hands on the bed rail so he wouldn't see them. "Thank you for coming tonight. My father has a healer. He'll be back in te
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