Jarvis stiffened, his eyes widening. “What?”Leon stepped forward. “Don’t act so surprised. Someone was watching me. I expected it to be you, but no… there was another. And because of that misstep, I was shot.” He reached the desk, placing a hand on it as he leaned in slightly. “A mortal managed to pull one over on me. That alone is disgraceful.”Jarvis swallowed hard, watching Leon carefully as he tried to make sense of who he really was. There was a reason he had someone tailing him, and that was because he knew Leon was just… something… something dangerous.The blow Leon had given him… he still felt it in his bones, and Jarvis had the unnerving certainty that Leon had held back. If he hadn’t… his ribs would have been shattered.And his son…Jarvis had watched Leon diagnose his son with nothing more than a glance. He healed his son even without medicine. It only confirmed what Jarvis already suspected.Leon Ashford, or rather, Azrael, was not normal.Jarvis inhaled deeply, knowing t

The day before the highly anticipated event, Leon had been at Jarvis’ mansion. He didn't return to the Hartwells, not because he couldn’t, but because he had no desire to deal with Victor.If he saw that man now, he would kill him. And while he had every right to, he didn't want to. Not yet.Standing before the full-length mirror in what he had claimed as his godly chamber, he stared at his reflection with an air of detached amusement.Then he muttered, “Mortals… even without power, they have always been dangerous, anyway.”A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Without waiting for permission, the door creaked open, revealing Jason.“H-Hi, um… my dad asked me to get you,” Jason said hesitantly. “He’s downstairs. Something about the event…”Leon turned toward him, taking a measured step forward. “You seem to be doing better.”Leon nodded, walking toward him. “You seem to be doing better.”Jason smiled, nodding. “Yeah. I feel… great, actually.”Leon said nothing more and left

Gasps echoed throughout the ballroom as the bright red stain bloomed against Daniel Mercer’s trembling fingers. He stared at his palm in shock, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The entire room seemed to freeze in that instant.A doctor in the front row surged to his feet, pointing accusingly at the stage.“Is that blood?!” he bellowed.The crowd erupted into chaos.“He’s coughing up blood!” a woman shrieked.“Damn it! These oriental doctors!” another doctor snapped, his face red with fury. “I knew this was a sham! He’s just made things worse—he’s going to kill the patient!”More voices joined in.“This is what happens when you let superstition replace real medicine!”“That poor man, someone stop this before it’s too late!”“Jarvis, you brought us here for this?”Camera flashes erupted like wildfire, journalists scrambling to capture every second of what they now assumed was a disaster. Some of the medical professionals rushed toward the stage, prepared to intervene, to expos

“Diane Lancaster?” David blinked, carefully choosing his words. “Ah, yes, but Mr. Valon, I represent the Lancaster family, along with my son, Ethan Lancaster. If this is about business, we’re more than prepared for a discussion.”Kane barely spared him a glance before shaking his head. “She’s not here? Then there’s no need for me to stay.”He turned to leave, but Greg quickly spoke up.“Mr. Valon,” he called, his voice eager. “I heard the Lancaster family has an investment opportunity with Jarvis Grave?”Kane paused, then looked at him with a faint nod. “You’re fortunate. Someone is backing you…”And with that cryptic remark, he walked away, leaving the Lancasters staring after him in confusion.“What the hell does that mean?” David muttered.Brianna scoffed, folding her arms. “Dad, Grandpa, what did I tell you? Diane must have spread her legs for him. Why else would he be looking for her?”Ethan nodded smugly. “She’s such a whore.”Margaret wrinkled her nose. “Disgusting.”Greg, howe

It was the day of Diane’s birthday, or rather, Gregory Lancaster’s. Another grand event in less than a week.Although the spectacle at Grand Majestic Hotel was still the talk of the town, it didn’t stop the Lancasters from throwing an extravagant celebration for Old Gregory Lancaster’s birthday.This time, they had chosen Reign Hotel as the venue.Reign Hotel was one of the most luxurious establishments in Brookdale, boasting ten floors, each representing a different level of exclusivity and prestige just like Echelon. The higher the floor, the greater the status, and the steeper the price. Even access to the first floor required a net worth of at least tens of millions.For Gregory Lancaster’s birthday, the event was set on the third floor. While it wasn’t the highest, the Lancasters were still thrilled. For most of them, the second floor had been the farthest they’d ever gone. Even Gregory himself wasn’t qualified to book the third floor—he had only managed it with the backing of a