*****Both parents instantly turned to Xavier, drawn from their spiraling thoughts.“The reason I told you all of that,” Xavier continued, “wasn’t because I wanted to gossip about them.”That earned him a pair of confused looks.Laura blinked, then sniffed and dabbed at her cheeks with a tissue.Her eyes narrowed slightly… not in anger, but exasperation. “Oh please,” she muttered, rolling her eyes in perfect unison with her husband. “As if you would ever waste time gossiping.”Her tone was half-teasing and half-sore, a tiny spark of normalcy in the thick emotion.Xavier couldn’t help the faint curve at the corner of his mouth at this. He didn’t even need to reply; she was right.Then David, ever the more composed of the two, straightened slightly, his gaze sharpening as he studied his son’s expression.“So,” he said slowly, his tone level but knowing, “the real reason you brought the event up… is because they will be staying here, isn’t it?”David’s question landed like a st

*****Xavier needed a second longer than normal to process his mother’s sudden declaration… and by the time his brain finally rebooted, Laura had already rushed off as if she had just been handed the keys to paradise, appearing incredibly delightedShe practically jogged away, her steps quick and triumphant, like a woman on a holy mission.And watching her retreating figure, Xavier genuinely didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, collapse, or petition the heavens for parental replacements.“Mother, we will just call the estate management to send someone to do that!” he called after her, his voice drifting with the last shreds of hope, sounding weak.But Laura didn’t even slow down a bit.“No!” she snapped, waving a dismissive hand over her shoulder without bothering to turn around. “These are our in-laws… we must personally take care of them and show them how much we care about them and want them to stay!”And with that absolute, royal decree, she disappeared around the corner… lea

*****“I will go get the Blueheart Lotus root from the Myrons today. The rest, I can source through my connections… I can’t delay any longer. And the cars… I need to buy them today, too.”With his decision made and his resolve locked in place, Xavier turned and headed into the room where Grace was sleeping.He didn’t approach her bed this time… no lingering looks and no silent admiration. He had many things to do, and because of that, he moved with purpose.He slipped into the closet, selected his clothes with quick precision, then went to the washroom.The cold water washed away the last remnants of tension clinging to him. After he dried off and changed, he stepped out… clean, refreshed, and sharpened with purpose.“Time to handle some things,” he muttered to himself, his eyes glinting coldly.But first… his parents needed to know he was heading out.He found Laura exactly where he expected her: obsessively cleaning the already spotless suite opposite theirs.She was wiping

*****The chauffeur opened his mouth after hearing Xavier’s unhesitant response, wondering whether he should protest.But thinking about his personal assignment to Villa Number One, the logic of Xavier’s words won out.Eventually, he nodded his head reluctantly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face.With this, Xavier opened the door, stepped out, and offered the faintest, almost dismissive acknowledgment. “Thanks for bringing me here.”The chauffeur watched as the young man walked toward the towering PMO building, its enormous structure stretching long shadows across the afternoon sun.Ultimately, he shook his head slowly, a mix of awe and disbelief in his expression.“So wealthy… so young… and yet… still humble,” he muttered to himself, the engine reigniting with a smooth roar. Before long, Xavier reached the towering entrance of the PMO building.The doors towered over him, appearing sleek and intimidating, as if daring anyone to come near without any reason.He

*****Currently inside office… a wide, impressive space that practically whispers wealth and authority rather than screaming it.It wasn’t extravagantly decorated… no golden lions, no marble pillars, and no million-dollar worth of pain, just deliberate and controlled elegance.The office stretched wide, lined with polished cabinets, soft couches, a broad executive desk, chairs arranged with military neatness, three carefully chosen picture frames on the wall, several imposing national flags, and a conference area set perfectly at the center.Anyone with eyes would immediately be able to tell that a public official worked here… but not the ordinary kind.This was the workplace of someone who carried might… someone who controlled tides with signatures.This is the Prime Minister’s personal office.At this moment, nobody sat behind the grand, executive desk or lounged on the couches. Instead, every person present occupied the conference area, the air buzzing with expectation.At