Harvey stepped into the dimly lit room. The cold air greeted him, bringing with it the damp scent of a place rarely touched by light. The only source of illumination came from a small vent in the wall, casting a faint light that cast long shadows on the floor.He stepped carefully, his shoes barely making a sound as they touched the slightly gritty floor. In the center of the room, Jordan's figure stood tall, his eyes fixed straight on Harvey. No exaggerated movements, no expressions that could be read easily-just a piercing gaze, as if the man had been waiting for him for a long time.Jordan straightened up, his face still tense as he looked at Harvey. "Mr. Harvey, you've arrived."Harvey stopped right in front of him. His sharp eyes immediately caught something wrong-Jordan looked agitated, lines of anxiety clearly drawn on his face. The man's breathing sounded heavy, as if he was holding something back."What's going on?" Harvey asked, his voice calm yet stressed.Jordan took a dee

Harvey lifted the perfume bottle, pressing the spray once. The subtle masculine scent spreads through the air, blending in with the silence of the room. The white suit he wore looked perfect on him, contrasting with the black shirt hidden underneath. A black-and-white striped tie hung neatly around his neck, a symbol of his belief-justice always has a firm boundary, like black and white that never mix.He smoothed his sleeves, his fingers gliding slowly along the fabric. His calm movements showed the habits of someone who was always prepared for the unexpected.Suddenly, the sound of the door opening broke the silence. Jordan stepped in, his shoulders squared as always. His gaze immediately fell on Harvey. "Mr. Harvey," he said briefly, but meaningfully.Harvey turned his head, his eyes meeting Jordan's who now stood tall in the doorway. The dark suit wrapped around his assistant's body looked neat, with almost no creases. In Jordan's grasp, a car key glints under the room lights. He

Stan was silent for a moment. His eyes widened slightly before he quickly regained control of his expression. For a moment, the room was silent for both of them, but within seconds, a mocking smile returned to Stan's face. A small chuckle escaped his lips, light but full of condescension-the signature laugh of someone used to being at the social top. "That's impossible," he said with absolute conviction. He shook his head slowly, as if he was facing something ridiculous. His eyes glanced down, his lips slightly raised, as if he was holding back a laugh. "Really, I don't get it," she continues, before finally looking at Harvey again, this time with a sharper smile. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said, his voice sounding like a teacher counseling a lost student. "What you're saying is so far-fetched. There is no way such a thing could be real." His hands dropped from his chest, and with a casual gesture, he slipped one hand into his pants pocket. His frivolous smile beca

Erik stood at Julius Claymore's side, his eyes fixed on Harvey's figure. Unlike his two colleagues, Julius' expression was serious. A fine frown appeared on his forehead, indicating displeasure or perhaps surprise at this unexpected situation. Across from them, Harvey looked at Erik with an equally calm gaze. No tension could be seen from him, as if Erik's presence was just a meaningless coincidence. However, in his heart, Erik felt something else. He knew this man. Not as a beggar or an ordinary veteran, but as someone who had led a war. Erik gulped, he thought to himself, "Mr. Harvey?" Erik's mind was spinning fast. "Why is he in Duskvale? Why is he attending this party?" Harvey raised one finger in front of his lips, a subtle gesture that only Erik could catch. A wordless warning. Erik stiffened for a moment, his eyes still locked on Harvey. There was no mistaking it-he recognized the man. Although not part of the military directly, Erik Reinhart had made great contributions

Stan smirked, his lips pulled to the side in an obvious look of disdain. His eyes narrowed, as if he was assessing Harvey like a poor man who had just dug his own grave."Mr. veteran," his voice was low, but full of piercing sarcasm. "Do you realize what you just did?"He raised his hand, his index finger hovering in the air before pointing at the crowd of guests who were still staring at them with various expressions-some dumbfounded, some stifling laughter, and some whispering softly, talking about Harvey like it was a joke too daring to believe."Look at them." Stan waved his arms in a theatrical gesture. "All eyes are on you now. You're deliberately embarrassing yourself just to get attention."Small chuckles could be heard from several corners of the room, although some of the guests were still too shocked to really react. Amidst it all, Harvey remained silent. His gaze was unmoving, cold as the surface of water untouched by the wind.Stan didn't stop there. He rested one hand on