“How did you know about that room?” she asked, but before Alex could get a word in, she continued, "Sorry, sir, but the nebula is a private suite available only for the owners. You would have to book another room.”Alex folded his arms. “Well, I am one of the owners, so I should be taking the suite,” he stated boldly, and the receptionist shot him a skeptical look. He noticed the way she eyed him, so he rolled his eyes, knowing what was probably going on in her mind right now.“If you are truly one of the owners, I would like to see identification proving that,” she voiced, and Alex let out an exasperated sigh. He was sincerely tired of having to explain himself or go to any extra mile to prove he should be in certain places. And although earlier, he had his fun and got well entertained when the people at the clothes shop knew who he was. Now, he was beyond famished and exhausted, just yearning for easy access to his suite so he could eat something and rest for the life-changing cere
As substantial bolts of electricity surged through Alex faster than he could blink, his fingers recoiled from the manager's shirt, and he collapsed to the floor. Surprisingly, the taser didn't render him unconscious as it would for most people, but the shock did make him feel as if his heart had skipped a beat, and he couldn't feel most of his muscles.Mouthing a guttural grunt and clutching his aching arm, a painful reaction to the countless injuries. His mind flooded with memories of Darren's brutal torture. He shrugged and shook his head fervently, attempting to banish the haunting thoughts. Onlookers perceived his actions as a sign of madness, unaware that he was struggling to regain his composure. After partially succeeding, he prepared to stand and seek retribution against the manager, only to discover himself constrained by the security personnel. “You're a strong one,” remarked one of the security men, visibly impressed, as they both properly restrained him with their arms. H
Sugar pressed the elevator button, and it chimed open. Stepping in with a single stride, he was closely followed by Alex, and soon the doors closed behind the duo. Inside, Sugar didn't specify the floor they would be heading to; he just stood rigid as if awaiting something. Alex, who found the situation unconventional, parted his lips to speak, but Sugar quickly silenced him with a hand gesture.Alex didn't press further and simply waited for whatever he was referring to do. In the endless seconds of silence, a sudden shrill reverberated in the elevator, startling Alex. It was followed by a robotic prompt requiring their identity. Sugar turned to him and explained the purpose of the voice and why it was specially made for a Lord. After calling his name, Sugar registered Alex's name.After completing the registration, the bald Italian explained additional practical reasons behind the creation of the special artificial intelligence in the hotel. He informed Alex that once any Lord regis
Changing the topic and wondering why they hadn't reached their destination yet—recalling they were headed for the top floor of a two-hundred-floor skyscraper—Alex inquired about what had been bothering him since he left Madam Catherine's office. What happened to her sister and why she own a Lord's badge despite not being one. But before delving straight into the most pressing question, Alex began with a less direct approach.“Did you happen to see Madam Catherine when you arrived at the shop?" Alex inquired, and Sugar promptly replied, “No,” though he cast a glance in a manner that seemed like he was foreshodowing what he was about to say next. “Does the reason behind the sewing shop's tedious hidden location have anything to do with madam Catherine death?” He tried killing two bird with one stone with his question, but on hearing his query, something dark ran through sugar's face, so dark Alex almost missed it. “Did she tell you anything?” With a low voice Sugar asked, and Alex told
Entering the private gym, Alex admired its setup: the fitness equipment strategically placed in every corner, the well-lit surroundings, and, most fascinating of all, the boxing rings situated at the center of the room. He couldn't believe that such a spacious training space would be inside the suite and wondered if there were even more startling rooms waiting to be unveiled. Sugar, who had already made himself comfortable in one of the gym's luxurious furnitures, promptly called out to Alex and he strode over where he was, folding himself into the sofa opposite from him, whilst looking around. Sugar snickered at the sight of him. “You act like you haven't seen a gym before, but looking like someone who had spend enough time in it.” Sugar began, his gaze all over Alex's build. The Lords heir cheeks flushed. “I haven't step inside one before. This is my first.” He countered his hands waggling in the air. “As for the physique, I don't know how it happened. I woke up from coma and saw
“Here,” Sugar said, pushing a glass filled for him. From Alex's expression, it was evident he cared more about getting answers than drinking. Sugar noticed that and continued, “The greater good was taking it from them, and using it to the benefit of countless. You see, the indigenous knew nothing about how to mine Labyrium, the real earth metal that made the country and the people flourish. So, because of their lack of understanding of it, they would often destroy the lands, sometimes themselves when they tried mining it."“Witnessing all of this, your family stepped up, sought out a way of properly mining the metal. After they did. They took the lands from the people with a contract that was satisfactory to both parties. Subsequently, they went into working. Most of the lands were contained by the Lords and the same people who signed the contract mined safely in it, while getting paid. Later however, upon seeing how priceless the substance eventually became to industries, the people
Alex, hesitant at first, decided to accept the bet partly because he wanted to see and study how Sugar fights. Soon, both men rose from their chairs and made their way to the boxing ring. Inside, Alex proceeded to wear boxing gear, but Sugar, smirking, told him they wouldn't be using any safety equipment. They were going to fight hand-to-hand like real men.Obviously, Alex was wary of this, as he didn't want to hurt his father's right-hand man. However, since Sugar persisted and acted like he could handle any attack, Alex agreed. He threw away the equipment he had already put on and assumed a warrior stance. The two circled each other, anticipating the first strike, while eyeing each other with predatory intent.Before the fight began, Sugar made it clear he wouldn't go easy, and Alex nodded, stating he wouldn't hold back either. Sugar beckoned him over, and with a confident smile, Alex thrust towards the aged right-hand man, hurling a punch towards a vulnerable area. His effort, howe
He took an imposing posture, breathed deeply, then appeared in front of Alex. He had moved so fast, faster than before, and Alex could barely foresee him coming that quickly. He swiftly thought of using his dragon fist again, but before he could take the proper stance, an almost deafening punch landed on his mandible. He wanted to do something, wanted to react, to block at least, but before he could, another unexpected painful punch hit his rib cage, followed by an uppercut, a cross, a hook to his head, two hefty body shots to his torso, a direct hit to his face, two to his liver, his neck, a leg swipe to unbalance him, and then a finishing kick straight to the chest that sent him plummeting to the ground, rolling to the end of the ring, and writhing in pain.Alex, folded on the ground, held all the parts of his body that hurt severely and breathed erratically. He wanted to stand to get back on his feet and show Sugar he still had it in him to win, but he couldn't. Even moving slight