"Huh? That sucks, doesn't it?" A blonde-haired woman grumbled as she flopped down onto a soft sofa. She held a cell phone to her ear with one hand, while the other hand fiddled lazily with the ends of her hair. "They're lightly saying everyone should stay home. What kind of foolishness is that?"The television screen in front of her was still on, showing the serious face of Anthony Hazel who was presenting the evening news. However, the woman did not even glance at the screen. Her eyes were blank, reflecting a deep sense of boredom.With a lazy gesture, she pressed the button on the remote. The sound of the TV suddenly vanished, the screen went dark.She turned her gaze to her phone screen, holding her breath for a moment before complaining again. "I have so many important things to do today! Why does it have to be like this?" Her voice rose, full of frustration. "I'm really upset, Whitley!"Whitley nodded slowly, knowing her cousin wouldn't see it. She let out a long sigh, her eyes f

Linda's eyebrows pulled up sharply as her eyes combed Harvey from head to dusty boots. Her gaze was sharp as a scalpel searching for any hint of doubt. "Are you sure he is the God of War, Mr. Rolland?" Her voice was cold, full of disbelief. "He looks too young for someone of high rank."The dismissive tone sliced through the air.Franky was no less cynical. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a short snort, the look in his eyes full of scorn. "Take a good look. He doesn't even look like a soldier, let alone a general." His lips quirked into a small, cynical grin. "How can you be so subservient to a snot-nosed kid like this, Rolland? Have you forgotten how to be a governor with authority?"The words were like a slap. Rolland winced, his jaw hardening. But before he could answer, Harvey stood calmly, not the least bit shaken by the insults thrown his way.At Harvey's side, Jordan only squinted, one hand squeezing his military glove slowly-as if resisting the urge to prove someth

A shiny black Rolls-Royce glided slowly to a stop right in front of the Silver Hotel hall. The gleam of its logo reflected under the spotlights, shining on the red carpet that stretched towards the main entrance.The crowd began to rumble.The driver's door opened. Jordan stepped out, his well-built body a stark contrast to the crowd around him. With a steady stride, he walked to the other side and opened the back door respectfully.From inside the car, black leather shoes touched the edge of the red carpet first. Then the figure of Harvey Wilder appeared, his formal suit falling snugly over his body, his face calm and cool. Camera flashes explode simultaneously. The sound of the shutter blended with the murmurs of the people."He's... he's so young," whispered one of the reporters, still holding the camera to his face. "Must not be more than twenty-five.""How can someone that young have this much power?" another reporter asked. His hands stopped writing, too busy digesting what he s

The car came to a slow stop in front of a stately home in a modern classic style. Tall pillars rose to the right and left of the main door, while the front garden was neatly landscaped with small garden lights burning warmly under the twilight sky.Jordan, who was sitting behind the wheel, turned to the back seat. "We've arrived, General. This is Mrs. Victoria Glow's house."Harvey didn't answer. His eyes searched every corner of the building-from the large glass windows on the second floor, to the white lion statue that stood quietly at the end of the stairs. There was nothing ostentatious about it, but those little details spoke for themselves: well-hidden luxury.She knew this kind of family. The kind that didn't need to show off because power and money were ingrained in the roots of their name.Without another word, Harvey opened the door and got out of the car. His steps are quiet, yet heavy. One hand touches his jacket - making sure the invitation is still inside. While his mind

“General, why are you spacing out?”Jordan's voice sounded calm but thoughtful, infiltrating the sound of the car engine roaring quietly. In the rearview mirror, he could see Harvey sitting quietly in the back seat, his gaze blank, directed out the window. The buildings and lights of the city pass by without really entering his consciousness.Harvey doesn't answer right away. His eyes narrowed slowly, as if he was trying to trace something vague in the distance-or perhaps, something in his own mind. His short speech earlier, which came out spontaneously when he rejected Vivi, echoed back in his head.Why did that sentence come out of nowhere?He had long since left Whitley Smith. His feelings for her had been extinguished like a fire running out of oxygen. But that moment, when he looked into Mirella's eyes and uttered the rejection... why did his heart not feel completely at ease?Something inexplicable throbbed in his chest.Jordan glanced again through the rearview mirror. His eyeb