Chapter One hundred and forty four: The Arrival of Officer ConnorThe tension in the room was palpable as Emily froze in her tracks, her heart racing as she stared at the man standing in the doorway. It was the last person she had hoped to see—her uncle, Officer Connor. He was a tall, imposing figure, his police uniform lending him an air of authority that commanded respect wherever he went. But in this moment, all Emily could feel was a rush of relief and dread, mixed into a confusing whirlwind.Connor’s sharp eyes scanned the room, quickly taking in the scene. He had been upstairs with other dignitaries, ensuring their safety, especially since there had been rumors of criminals planning to invade the event. The program had been running smoothly when he received a call from Chris, inquiring about the sword he had asked Connor to examine. When Connor couldn’t identify the sword over the phone, he had invited Chris to the event, hoping to get a closer look. However, after that c
Chapter one hundred and forty five; He’ll be there to protect her. As the car sped down the dimly lit streets, the tension in the air was palpable. Emily’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to help Chris. His shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the bullet needed to be removed as soon as possible. Despite the pain, Chris's grip on the steering wheel was steady, and he refused to go to the hospital, brushing off her suggestions with a calm demeanor that both frustrated and impressed her.Emily glanced around the car for anything that could help, and her eyes settled on the car’s emergency kit. In it, she found a pair of tweezers, a small bottle of antiseptic, and some gauze. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.“Pull over,” she commanded, her voice firm despite the worry gnawing at her insides.Chris did as she asked, pulling the car into a secluded spot. Emily quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to his side, her hands steady but her heart pounding. “I’ve had some trai
Chapter one hundred and forty six; The key to a vault Chris sat back on the couch, trying to relax despite the dull ache in his shoulder. He was no stranger to pain, but tonight had been different. Emily had not only saved his life, but she had also made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time a sense of care that went beyond simple concern.Chris’s gaze wandered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom in a soft, form-fitting lounge wear, he couldn’t help but stare. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made his mouth go dry. He quickly looked away, focusing on the ceiling instead, trying to gather his thoughts.But it was impossible to ignore her. The apartment was small, and from his spot on the couch, he had a clear view of the kitchen. She has decided to to make dinner since she was hungry, and make a soup for Chris because of his wounds. The apartment was quiet, except for the faint clattering of dishes as Emily moved around the small kitchen. Emily moved wi
Chapter one hundred and forty seven; Pay Us Our Wages. The symposium had just concluded, and the grand hall buzzed with the chatter of attendees discussing the event's highlights. The day had been full of high-profile discussions on finance, investments, and economic strategies—topics that had captivated the wealthy and powerful in attendance. However, the atmosphere felt tense as the crowd began to disperse.Jerry Paul, the CEO of Great Finance, stood near the exit, his face a mask of frustration and anger. He had been on edge since the incident with Chris and Emily, and now that the event was over, he was ready to ensure that Chris paid for what he saw as an intrusion on his territory.Spotting Connor in the crowd, Jerry gestured for him to come over. Connor, who had been speaking with one of the event's volunteers, noticed the signal and excused himself. As he approached, Jerry’s eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice.“Officer Connor,” Jerry began, his tone laced with impati
Chapter one hundred and forty eight; The sword of Aeges Chris awoke to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains of Connor’s modest studio apartment. He lay still for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before slowly sitting up on the couch where he had spent the night. The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the city outside reaching his ears.He glanced around, noticing that Connor was still not back. His gaze fell upon the sword he had brought inside the previous night, now resting against the wall near the door.Something was different about the sword. Chris narrowed his eyes as he noticed a faint glow emanating from the blade. The once steel-grey weapon now shimmered with a soft, almost ethereal light, a color he had never seen it emit before. Intrigued, he leaned forward, examining the blade closely. The glow pulsed gently, as if the sword was alive, responding to some unseen force.Chris’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder, where the bullet ha
Chapter one hundred and forty nine; Financial crimes unit Connor drove in silence, his mind still occupied with the events of the previous night. The tension of dealing with both the criminal elements and the more personal situation involving Chris and Emily had left him with little sleep. As he approached the school where Emily had her internship, he glanced over at her. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her face pale, her usual energy subdued.“Are you sure you don’t want to go in today?” Connor asked, his voice gentle but concerned. “You’ve never missed a day before.”Emily shook her head, her gaze fixed out the window. “I just… I need a break, Connor. Yesterday was too much. I’ll be fine, I just need some time to process everything.”Connor nodded, understanding. Emily was tough, but even she needed time to recover from the shock of what had happened. “Alright, you can stay home today. Get some rest.”“Thanks, Connor,” Emily said softly, her voice laced with exhaustion.Co
Chapter one hundred and fifty; Commissioner of police Jerry Paul had every reason to celebrate. The financial symposium had been a resounding success, far surpassing his expectations. Throughout the event, he had mingled with top investors, CEOs, and other influential figures, solidifying his status as a key player in the financial world. His bank, the Great Bank, had garnered significant attention, with new partnerships formed and visibility greatly enhanced. The money that poured in from these deals was staggering, a testament to his shrewd business acumen and careful planning.The night was one of triumph, and Jerry was not about to let it end quietly. Instead of going home, he decided to hit one of the city’s most exclusive bars to celebrate his achievements. He invited Professor Samuel, his long-time associate and confidant, to join him. Together, they reveled in their success, drinking toasts to their future endeavors and the empires they were building. The bar was luxuri
Chapter one hundred and fifty one; Sinclair acting strangely Sinclair hung up the phone with Chris, her mind abuzz with thoughts of the sword he had mentioned. The moment she placed the phone down, she made a beeline for the study, determination etched on her face. The morning sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the meticulously organized space, but Sinclair had no time to appreciate the beauty of the room.She began pulling books from the shelves, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency that puzzled even her. The study, once pristine, was soon in disarray. Books piled on the desk, papers scattered across the floor as she searched frantically for anything related to ancient weaponry. She barely noticed the soft sound of footsteps as two of her maids entered the room, drawn by the commotion.“Miss Sinclair, is there something you’re looking for? We can help,” one of them offered, concern in her voice.But Sinclair barely glanced up, her