Asher stepped into the grand pavilion, his eyes widening as he saw the array of antiques carefully arranged throughout the room. This building was specifically designed to house the Dixon family's legacy—paintings by famous artists, statues with significant historical value, and antique vases that looked incredibly expensive and rare. Every corner of the room seemed to radiate an aura of luxury and prestige.Asher paused for a moment in front of a large painting that depicted him as a child, standing between his father and mother. He gazed at the painting with mixed emotions—pride and nostalgia. His childhood memories in this mansion slowly resurfaced, though much had faded and remained only as vague shadows.The Dixon family cherished not only their material wealth but also the value of art. For them, art was an inseparable part of the family identity, something to be preserved and appreciated with great respect. Asher walked further into the room, captivated by each piece of art dis
Asher re-entered the pavilion, still on the second floor. The atmosphere in this area felt different, more private, and exclusive. As he walked down the quiet corridor, his eyes were drawn to a gleaming door, its golden hue reflecting the dim light surrounding the hallway. A sudden curiosity surged within him, causing him to stop in front of the door.As Asher stood there, gazing at the golden door with deep curiosity, a soft and familiar voice startled him from behind. "Are you curious about that room?" The voice belonged to Luciana, his mother, who was standing a few steps behind with a gentle smile on her face.Asher nodded slowly, acknowledging his curiosity. "Yes, Mom. It seems like I've never seen this room before. Is there something inside?"Luciana smiled warmly as if she fully understood her son's feelings. "Yes, that’s where the Dixon family’s heirloom jewelry is kept, Asher. Jewelry that has been passed down from generation to generation." She stepped closer and offered war
Asher stood in front of the mirror, admiring his neat appearance in a black, expensive suit, paired with a gray tie and a luxurious watch wrapped around his wrist. However, Asher's attention soon shifted to the silver ring encircling his left index finger—a ring he had found the day before in the family exhibition room. The ring’s sparkle reflected light in a strangely lively way, unlike any other jewelry he had ever seen.Asher tried to remove the ring, but as he pulled, it seemed to resist moving. He felt a slight oddness, but there was no pain or discomfort—just a strange sensation that this ring was not ordinary. Finally, Asher left the ring in place, a feeling inside him suggesting that there was something deeper about this object.A faint shadow from the past suddenly surfaced in his mind. Stories he had heard about his grandfather, a strong and authoritative yet mysterious figure, came to him. There were rumors in the family about a ring that his grandfather once possessed—a ri
Asher arrived at his office right on time. He walked with a steady and confident stride. Every step exuded authority, while the employees around the office area promptly greeted him with respect. Asher returned their greetings with a friendly smile, but behind that smile, his mind continued to wrestle with the new power he now possessed.His smile slowly faded as he began to sense a noise that was invisible yet felt very real in his mind. The inner voices of the employees, their scattered and unspoken thoughts, all surged into his consciousness. Asher hadn’t anticipated that the ring he wore would hold such a significant power—allowing him to hear every thought of those around him, whether intentional or not.Asher’s steps suddenly halted when he spotted someone at the end of the hallway—the director of Dixon, known to have a close relationship with William Dixon. The director, Marcelo Greyston, had always appeared calm and authoritative. However, this time, before Asher could make ey
Kailos sat silently, confusion enveloping his mind. He viewed Mr. Sterling, the man Asher had just met, as someone difficult to read. On one hand, Mr. Sterling appeared friendly and smiling, but on the other hand, Kailos sensed something inexplicable—like there was a mystery hidden behind that friendliness."You can’t answer, Kailos?" Asher’s calm and measured voice broke the silence in the car, jolting Kailos from his thoughts."Sorry, Sir," Kailos replied quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed for not having a definitive answer. "In my opinion, Mr. Sterling seemed very nice. However, I can’t judge someone from just a brief meeting."Asher offered a faint smile, a smile that revealed little emotion. He was well aware of how most people thought—what was seen on the surface was often taken as truth. His gaze shifted to the outside of the window, recalling the clamor of thoughts he had encountered during the meeting.What troubled him most was what he had picked up from Mr. Sterling’s thoug
Kailos was right; Asher’s schedule that day was truly packed. From morning until night, he was busy with various projects from Dixon’s subsidiaries. Even some internal issues arose, requiring Asher to provide his input as the leader. Several meetings he attended were long and exhausting, but Asher still managed to handle all the work efficiently.Work finally ended at exactly ten o’clock at night. Overtime had become a normal thing for Asher, and so it was for Kailos, who faithfully accompanied him. Asher stood in front of the large window in his office, looking out at the glowing lights of the skyscrapers in the distance. The night felt peaceful, with only the soft hum of late-night traffic faintly audible. The quietness in the office made Asher feel almost addicted to it as if the silence gave him space to think more deeply.Asher’s thoughts suddenly drifted to the ring he had found yesterday. He raised his hand, staring at the ring intently as if it held more secrets than the naked
The big day had finally arrived—the Dixon family exhibition and antique auction, which would attract the attention of the wealthy elite. The guests began to arrive, each dressed in elegant outfits by renowned designers, making the atmosphere of the event even more exclusive. The Dixon pavilion, where the exhibition was held, looked stunning with its classic and luxurious décor. The attendees were no ordinary people—they were individuals who held great influence in the business and social worlds.Asher stood on the upper floor, observing the guests from a balcony that overlooked the main exhibition area. From where he stood, he could see the graceful movement of the guests below, gliding under the light of a grand crystal chandelier that illuminated the room. His face showed calmness, but in his mind, he was busy using his newfound ability. His ears couldn’t hear, but his mind caught the silent thoughts of the guests below, like one who said, "I wonder what kind of luxurious items the
Asher stood amidst the bustling exhibition, his eyes following the movement of the attending guests. The night had gone smoothly—perhaps too smoothly compared to the other formal events he had attended. However, it wasn’t the presence of the business magnates, his father's acquaintances, that made him enjoy the evening. There was something else, something that captivated his attention much more deeply—Alicia.Every time he spoke with Alicia, his smile grew wider. He felt comfortable around her, more so than he had ever felt with anyone else. Without realizing it, Asher kept finding reasons to look at Alicia more often.The way she laughed, how her lips moved when she told a story, and the soft gleam in her eyes under the crystal chandeliers in the room. But Asher’s pride was too strong for him to openly show his feelings, even though he knew all too well what was in Alicia’s heart and mind—thanks to the magical ring he wore.The two of them stood slightly apart from the larger crowd,