..“Is that real?” Landon asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he turned sharply toward Eve. Among the three of them, Eve was undoubtedly the most informed when it came to the intricate and often incomprehensible world of Sovereigns. She had firsthand experience and knowledge far beyond what he and Quincy could even begin to grasp. If there was anyone who could verify such a claim, it was her.Surely, if there truly existed a method—a legitimate and concrete way—to kill a being who, by all known standards and definitions, was supposed to be immortal, then that would change everything they understood about Sovereigns. Immortality, after all, was supposed to mean being utterly unkillable. That was the entire point.There was simply no logical way that Quincy, who was the newest and most inexperienced when it came to the enigmatic world of Sovereigns and their multicolored Silhouettes, should have stumbled upon knowledge so secretive and impossible. If he had, and Eve hadn’t, it would

..Everyone’s attention was immediately stolen by the sudden and unexpected ringing of a phone.Landon grimaced instinctively, his sharp eyes narrowing at the sound.Typically, Eve always made sure her phone was set to silent before entering any private meeting with him. It was a small but meaningful gesture—one that showed her unwavering respect for his time and status. Interruptions, especially mundane ones like a phone call, were unacceptable when discussing matters as serious as those they usually dealt with.So for her phone to ring now, in the middle of their conversation, was completely out of character.“My sincerest apologies, young master,” Eve said quickly, offering a polite bow of her head as she reached into her pocket. “I’ve been expecting a rather important call for a while now. That’s the only reason my phone isn’t on silent today. In fact, I was actually hoping the call would come through while I was still with you.”Landon tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piq

..Eve turned her gaze toward Landon, her expression one of curiosity mingled with anticipation. “So, young master,” she asked in a measured tone, “what do you think about him?” She was referring, of course, to Adam—the mysterious assassin who had so confidently offered to take on the task of dealing with George Anderson. Her voice carried an edge, the kind that only surfaced when dealing with matters of extreme significance.Landon leaned back slightly in the plush chair, adjusting himself until he was comfortable. He crossed one leg over the other and rested his arms on his thighs, his fingers interlocking in a composed and deliberate fashion. His posture radiated power and thoughtfulness.“You mentioned that you're the number one assassin in your organization, correct?” Landon asked, turning his attention to the phone with calm intensity.Adam’s voice replied smoothly through the speaker. [“No, sir. What I actually said was that I am ‘the number one assassin in the world.’ And bec

It had been a rather swift journey, but eventually, Landon made it back home in one piece.As the car rolled to a gentle stop in front of his magnificent residence, he stepped out of the taxi, the door clicking softly behind him. The driver, however, remained seated, completely captivated by the grandeur of Landon’s apartment complex. His eyes widened as he took in the sheer opulence that surrounded them.“Wow,” the taxi driver muttered in awe, almost to himself but loud enough for Landon to hear. “To be honest, when you first told me the destination, I genuinely thought you were either pulling my leg or—worse—playing some elaborate prank to mess with me. I mean, no offense, sir, but it sounded like something straight out of a fantasy for someone of your sta— you know what? I’m just going to end that sentence there and continue. As I was saying, that skeptical feeling stuck with me the entire ride and it didn’t go away until the moment we were cleared through that security gate. Now t