All Chapters of THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god): Chapter 201
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Chapter 201
Later in the day, at Dynasty Group, Gregg moved like a man with something to hide, shoulders hunched, eyes flicking to the glass-fronted lobby as if the mirrors themselves might report him. The elevator doors sighed open and he hurried toward the exit, briefcase clutched tight enough to blanch his knuckles. He almost ran straight into Liera as she stepped out of the other private elevator by the exit way, blazer snapped, hair tucked back in that precise, lethal way she always wore it.“Uh…ma’am Liera, I’m sorry. Didn’t see you,” Gregg blurted, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.Liera’s gaze pinched him. She straightened an invisible crease on her blazer with the slow, controlled motion of someone who measured every second. “You seem eager to leave, Gregg. Going somewhere important?”Gregg’s throat worked. He forced a chuckle, glanced at his watch, and said, “It’s almost five, ma’am. Office hours are over.”Liera checked her own watch, lips a clean line. “It’s not five. It’s
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The man exhaled smoke through his nose, his gaze sharp. “I’ve been patient, Gregg. Very patient. But I’m losing it, you know. I gave you connections, power, and influence. I made sure you got that Manager position. And what do I see? Disappointment.”He took another drag, then leaned back, the smoke haloing his head like a dark crown. “Still, I’ll admit,” he continued, voice smoothening, “you’ve kept me updated. That earns you a sliver of trust. A small one.”Gregg bowed his head, feigning humility. “I’m sorry for my shortcomings, Signore. And thank you for still trusting me.”The man’s lips curved faintly, though his eyes remained cold. He tapped ash into a crystal tray. “See that my patience doesn’t run out, Gregg. Because when it does…” He smiled without warmth. “Even God won’t save you.”Gregg’s throat tightened. “Understood, Signore.”The man nodded once, dismissing him, while the faint sound of water from the bathroom filled the silence between them, a subtle reminder that plea
Chapter 203
Zsiga’s private room in the cursed chamber smelled of wax and old money: beeswax candles guttering in crystal holders, leather-bound ledgers stacked like tired sentries, and the faint metallic tang of a brandy glass left too long in the moonlight. Alaric’s thumb trembled against his phone as he stared at the dark screen for the umpteenth time.“Why isn’t this silly girl answering?” he muttered, voice thin with irritation, and stabbed at the call button again.Across the table, Zsiga watched him with slow, contemptuous amusement. He moved a pawn with the careless arrogance of a man accustomed to exploiting his advantage; the little ivory soldier clacked and rolled before settling into place.“So,” Zsiga said, never taking his eyes off the chessboard, “has Amelia finally run out of your grasp?”Alaric swallowed. The words felt lodged in his throat like a fishbone. “N—no, father.” He avoided Zsiga’s gaze. “I reached her twice. Leo says she’s…busy.”“Busy.” Zsiga’s smile was a blade. He s
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The coffin sat like a wound in the center of the chamber: ice gleaming under the candlelight, its surface fogged where breath met cold. Alaric’s shoes whispered on stone as he stepped closer, drawn despite himself. The glass lid shone back a pale, frozen face; features slack with sleep and edged in frost. For a beat, no more than a flick, recognition flittered across his features, a ghost of memory that made his throat tighten. He pushed it down, forcing his voice to steady.“W…what will you be doing with this, Father?” he asked, dazed.Zsiga’s hand hovered, then settled on the coffin’s rim. His fingers splayed, not with reverence but as if smoothing the surface of some instrument. The room chilled where his palm rested; the candles’ flames guttered, retreating from the cold like frightened things.“I’ll transfer my powers to him,” Zsiga said, each word measured and flat.Alaric blinked, unbelief and dread battling across his face. “Huh?” he breathed.Zsiga caressed the top of the col
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The room fell into a thick, uneasy silence.Leo’s gaze was steady, voice quiet but firm. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “He called then, complaining that you’ve not been picking up his calls. I told him you’ve been busy. But I think he suspected you've been avoiding him.”Amelia’s lips parted slightly as her eyes darted across the room, searching for an anchor in the gleaming glass and gold that surrounded her. The air in her office suddenly felt heavier. She had really been avoiding her father, dodging his calls for weeks because she didn’t know how to face him without results. How could she tell him that after still coming over to a new city, she was still nowhere close to finishing the mission he’d given her?Her fingers fidgeted with a pen on her desk. “Leo,” she murmured, her voice soft but shaky, “you should’ve told me sooner.”“I didn't want you to get worried. You were so excited about the launch and felt happier than ever." Her eyes fixated on him. "What was the call about?”Leo’
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The night air hung still outside Nathan’s villa, the moonlight slipping quietly through the glass panes as steam rose lazily from two porcelain cups of coffee.The room was silent but for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the quiet rustle of the curtains. Nathan sat across Gregory Bakers, his back straight, his expression calm and unreadable.Gregory lifted his cup, watching Nathan over the rim. “You okay?” he asked finally, his voice low but edged with concern.Nathan’s gaze flickered briefly before he answered. “Yes.” He took a small sip of coffee, then paused, fingers tightening slightly around the cup. “Though… a lot has happened.”Gregory leaned forward, brows knitting. “Yes, I got to know what happened with Master Fields.” His tone hardened. “You should have informed me. I could’ve handled him if he messed with you.”Nathan’s lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in the smile. He set his cup down on the saucer, the porcelain clinking softly. “You don’t have to w
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Gregory met his eyes, understanding the weight behind the request. He gave a slow nod. “I will do my very best, Master Nathan. You have my word.”Nathan leaned back in his seat, the quiet confidence in his posture returning. The shadows from the light stretched across the room, pooling near his feet like soft ink. He stared into the dimming glow beyond the window, silent, but resolute.Outside, the wind stirred the leaves of the olive trees, their rustle faint and wistful. Somewhere deep inside, Nathan felt it, a stirring, a whisper that maybe, just maybe, Lady Kaelea, his mother’s story was not yet over.And neither was his.Gregory drained the final sip of his coffee, setting the cup back on its saucer with a faint clink. He rose, brushing a crease from his coat.“I should take my leave now,” he said, tone even but eyes lingering with quiet respect.Nathan nodded once, his voice low. “Go ahead.”Gregory gave a slight bow and left through the wide door, the sound of his departing foo
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Not taking Nathan's unappreciative words to heart, Natalia’s lips curved into a small grin. “Okay. I know you’ll kill it anyway.”She lingered for a second, searching his face for something, anything. But Nathan gave nothing away, his gaze unreadable.“Well,” she murmured, “I’ll get going now. Goodnight.”He nodded slightly, watching her turn toward the door. For a moment, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Something about her spirit, her boldness, had chipped at the walls he built so tightly around himself.But just as the smile began to form, she turned suddenly, catching him off guard. His face snapped back to its usual blank composure.She lifted her fist in gayful determination, her voice ringing across the quiet room. “Good luck!”And before he could respond, she flashed a grin and walked out, her laughter fading into the night as the door shut softly behind her.Nathan stood still for a moment, eyes fixed on the door. The faint smell of her cooking lingered in the
Chapter 209
The morning sunlight filtered faintly through the tall glass windows of Dynasty Group’s thirteenth-floor conference room, casting golden streaks over the polished long table that could seat at least thirty. The air was heavy with perfume, coffee, and growing impatience. Files sat unopened before the partners, their pens tapping restlessly against their notepads.Gregg leaned back in his chair, the corners of his lips curved into a faint, practiced smile. His eyes darted briefly toward Liera, who sat at the head of the table in her ivory blazer, her posture straight but her face unreadable. He could tell she was trying to remain calm, though the slight movement of her index finger against the table betrayed her irritation.One of the partners, a balding man with a deep voice, broke the silence first. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, his tone laced with annoyance. “We’ve been sitting here for more than twenty minutes. Nothing’s been said, nothing’s been done.”A few others nodded, m
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The quiet room buzzed faintly with tension. The faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence that followed. Gregg adjusted his tie, his composure thinning by the second, and replied with a strained laugh. “No, no, not at all. What I meant is that there may have been a mix-up in the timing. The instructions might not have been as clear as they should’ve been, but surely, we can move past that now. The important thing is, we’re all here, and the presentation can…”“Really, Gregg?” Liera’s voice sliced through his explanation, calm but edged with unmistakable firmness. She leaned slightly forward, her gaze unwavering. “Do you expect us to believe this was just a mix-up? Because from where I stand, it looks like you planned this.”Her words hung in the air like a dagger.Gregg blinked, his mouth parting slightly. “Planned? Ms. Liera, that’s quite the accusation. I assure you, I had no such intentions.” He gave a nervous laugh, the kind that carried no humor. “If anything, I was tr