The manager and receptionist gasped together. The air felt heavier suddenly.“Sir Gregory?” The manager blinked rapidly, his voice unsure. “You dare mention his name like that?”The receptionist nearly choked. “He’s so rude and arrogant!”Leo gestured for Amelia to head toward the elevator, whispering, “Let’s just go, Amelia.”She nodded and took some steps then stopped. She didn’t move. Her feet were rooted. Her head turned back to the reception and her wide eyes studied Nathan again. She didn’t understand what was happening, but something told her not to look away.The manager stepped forward. “Who are you to want to see my boss?”“I’m his guest,” Nathan said plainly. “Nathan.”The manager frowned, confused. Just then, his phone rang. He fumbled it from his pocket and answered, “Hello, Sir Gregory. Beautiful afternoon, sir!”“Has my guest arrived?” Gregory’s voice was cool and commanding.“Um, not yet, sir. What’s his name, please?”“Nathan,” came the calm reply.The manager’s jaw d

The elevator doors slid open with a low chime, revealing the velvet-carpeted hallway of the 30th floor. Nathan stepped out, adjusting the simple cuffs of his coat. The manager, with too many teeth and too wide a grin, ushered him forward like he was royalty.“This way, Sir Nathan,” he said with a gleam in his eyes, gesturing eagerly. “You are about to experience the pride of High Lake Hotel.”Nathan said nothing, only scoffed lightly and followed.They stopped before a tall oak door with a polished gold handle. The manager inserted a black card key, and the lock clicked open. He held the door wide, still grinning.“Go on, Sir Nathan. Please.”Nathan frowned, side-eyeing the man’s overeager smile, then walked in without a word.The suite wasn’t just luxurious, it was extraordinary. The air smelled faintly of lavender and old money. The floors were polished black marble that shimmered under the chandelier light. The walls gleamed, not with paint, but with a golden texture that looked sus

Thelma’s eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly. Nathan… killed them?She slowly rose to her feet, thoughts racing. “That fool,” she muttered.Joyce blinked, frowning. “She’s not in her right senses, Mother. I’m sure she doesn’t know what she’s saying.”“Go to your room,” Thelma snapped without looking at her. “Now.”Joyce hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, closing the door behind her.Thelma stared down at Natalia, now sleeping soundly, her breath steady. A sly smile played on her lips. She leaned down and whispered, “Tell me, dear… who was there when Nathan killed them?”Natalia mumbled through her sleep, her words slurred. “Oh… that asshole… James. He just watched. Like a real coward…”That was all Thelma needed.She stood straight, eyes gleaming with triumph. With silent steps, she left the room and headed for hers.In her bedroom, Thelma paced the floor like a lioness circling its prey. Her mind replayed Natalia’s words over and over.Nathan killed Kacper and Dr. Fran

The villa’s rooftop carried a quiet that pressed gently on Nathan’s shoulders like a warm shawl. The stars above blinked slowly, as if watching him. He had chosen not to use the backyard that night. That space was filled with too much powerful energy which he was preserving it for his future pills, his creations. Tonight, he needed somewhere quieter, neutral, less charged. Somewhere his energy wouldn't be disrupted or lost.So, he sat cross-legged on the cool tiles of the rooftop, shirtless, bare feet firmly touching the stone. A soft wind whispered across his skin, brushing his damp hair back. His breathing slowed, eyes closed, and the world slipped away as he sank into a deeper layer of thought and presence.His mind, like a scroll, began to unfold.I have to be ready for Orilah, he told himself. Whatever danger lies there, I need to see it before it sees me.His consciousness moved inward, deeper than he had ever gone before. The buzzing in his ears faded, and silence took over. A

Nathan took a step closer, and stood still, his body calm but charged like a storm waiting to strike. The gang didn’t take his silence seriously.“Who’s this guy supposed to be?” one of them scoffed, tilting his head. “Her brother?”Another chuckled and elbowed the one holding the girl. “Hey, is he your brother?”The girl, her lips quivering, shook her head. “No… I don’t know him.”“Then get lost,” one of them said to Nathan, waving him off like a fly. “This is none of your business.”Nathan’s voice was low but deadly. “Let her go. I won’t warn you again.”The man holding the girl released her arm, smirking as if playing along. But the moment she tried to run, he yanked her back violently by the hair.She cried out in pain. “Ah—!”The gang burst into laughter.“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” the leader mocked, his fingers still tangled in her hair. “We weren’t done with you yet.”Nathan’s fists clenched at his sides.Then the leader narrowed his eyes. “Wait… You’re not