2024-12-27 14:37:14The morning sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway as Marcus, a towering figure known throughout the criminal underworld, bowed deeply before Kael.
His expensive suit caught the light as he lowered his head with unprecedented respect. "My lord Kael, it is my greatest honor to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, even in our circles." Kael shifted uncomfortably, his simple attire a stark contrast to Marcus's luxury. "Please, such formality isn't necessary." "I must insist on driving you personally," Marcus gestured to a gleaming black Rolls-Royce, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "Yorkshire Island awaits, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with your safety." During the drive along the coastal road, Marcus's voice took on a reverent tone. "The villa belongs to Jaxier Cult—the legendary King of Battle. He's offered it for your exclusive use." "Jaxier Cult?" Kael's eyes narrowed, recognition flickering across his face. "Zeus's old friend?" "Indeed. The same man who promised to help Zeus escape Oasis Vale." Marcus's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Though he never fulfilled that promise. This villa, I believe, is his way of avoiding... complications with you." At the nearby airport, Selene emerged from her private jet, her military uniform crisp and immaculate. Her sharp eyes caught the unusual scene unfolding below—Marcus's unmistakable bow to the seemingly ordinary Kael. "Commander," her assistant approached carefully, "your car is ready." "Wait," Selene raised her hand, watching intently. "That person... Is that Kael?"Selene furrowed her brows and asked. "How could he be in such a luxurious car?"
At this moment, the person beside her glanced over and chuckled. "You must have mistaken it, respected War Goddess. That’s the car of Marcus, the godfather of the city's mafia. The loser you mentioned would never have any connection with him."
Upon hearing this, Selene nodded.
Kael had already been exiled by his family, and he had no real skills—there was no way he could be connected to a mafia godfather.
"Maybe I'm just too tired today, and I saw it wrong. Forget it, let's go." Selene gave the order wearily. At the magnificent villa, Kael surveyed the luxurious surroundings with disinterest. "Please inform the staff that I prefer solitude. No servants necessary." "But sir," the butler protested, "Master Jaxier insisted on a full staff for your comfort." "And I insist on privacy," Kael's tone was firm but kind. Hours later, as Kael soaked in the ornate marble bathtub, Selene stood at the villa's entrance, her medals catching the afternoon sun. The sound of her forceful knocking echoed through the halls. "Please, I must speak with Jaxier Cult immediately!" Her voice carried the urgency of her mission. "The Jaxaner forces are pressing at our borders. We need his expertise!" The butler maintained his diplomatic stance. "I apologize, Commander, but the villa is not receiving visitors at this time." "Then I'll return tomorrow," Selene's determination was evident in her stance. "And every day after until I'm granted an audience." Meanwhile, the Ravol family mansion erupted with tension. Lily Ravol's voice carried through the elaborate halls, her fury palpable. "Have you lost your mind, Holsten? Maintaining this engagement with a disgraced exile?" Holsten Ravol stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his posture rigid. "A promise made to my father is sacred, Lily. The engagement stands." "Father!" Evangeline burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. "You can't seriously expect me to marry him now! He's lost everything—his status, his family's influence..." "You don't understand the full picture, Evangeline," Holsten's voice was measured but firm. "What's there to understand?" Evangeline paced the Persian carpet. "He's nothing but a LOSER HEIR. I deserve someone worthy of our family's position!" "You speak of things beyond your comprehension," Holsten warned, his eyes reflecting hidden knowledge. Lily approached her husband, her expensive jewelry catching the light. "If you force this marriage, you'll destroy our daughter's future. Is that what you want?" "What I want," Holsten turned to face his family, "is for you to trust that there are things about Kael that would make you regret these words." "Like what?" Evangeline demanded, tears threatening to spill. "What could possibly make him worthy now?" "Time will reveal all," Holsten said cryptically. "The engagement remains." "Then you're as much a fool as he is!" Evangeline stormed toward the door "I'll never marry him—never!" Back at the villa, Kael emerged from his bath, wrapping himself in a plush robe. The sound of Selene's departure carried faintly through the thick walls. "Marcus?" he called out. "Yes, my lord?" Marcus appeared immediately. "I need to visit the Ravol family," Kael said, his expression unreadable. "It's time to address certain obligations." "Of course, sir." Marcus hesitated. "Though I should warn you—the exile has changed how many view you." A slight smile played at the corners of Kael's mouth. "Let them view me as they wish. Sometimes, Marcus, the best power is the one people don't see coming."
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