Seth drove his car through the city as fast as he could without causing a stir.Although he told Lucas to get him a simple car, Lucas tended to overdo things sometimes.His car could literally buy a small island.Seth smoothly parked in a corner, he quickly came down from the car and walked into the mansion in the middle of the estate.Although Seth preferred to dress simple and most times casual, he definitely felt out of place.Everyone else he could spot either wore the most expensive clothes that money could buy or ceaselessly flaunted their wealth.He scanned the room for someone who could point him toward the bride. His eyes landed on a short, wizened old man with a scraggly beard that almost reached his chest.Mr. Kane Fidel, the housekeeper."I greet you, sir," Seth bowed slightly to the man.Mr. Fidel scowled. "Who let this beggar in here?" He jabbed his cane towards Seth, who turned to find no one behind him."Are you referring to me, sir?" Seth asked, bewildered. He hadn't

The black, sleek car rolled onto an exquisite estate. Wealth was splattered everywhere and riches practically seemed to pour out of the estate like the numerous fountains that could be seen.Rose and Seth got out of the car, and, sure enough, the woman began walking very fast as she led the way.As the Tyrel family heiress, panic was a luxury she couldn’t afford—her every step demanded poise. Yet inside, fear clenched her chest like an iron fist.Her grandfather’s life was slipping away.They rushed upstairs, stopping at a door that looked like it was made of pure gold.“Here we are,” Rose threw open the golden doors—light poured out like a goddamn explosion of gold, nearly blinding Seth on the spot.So much gold... what the hell kind of place is this?!He was known as THE GOLDENMASTER, yet he had never seen a reason to do something as absurd as this."Good afternoon, board members," Rose greeted the three suited men standing by the bed. "This is Seth, the doctor I invited to take a

“What the hell is going on?! Didn’t you say you could save him?!” Rose spun around, fury blazing in her eyes as she glared at Franklin.“I–I… I did…” Franklin stammered, completely rattled. He couldn’t even meet her gaze. Things had spiraled far beyond what he’d anticipated. Treating a conscious Tyrel was one thing—reviving a nearly dead lion was another.“Well, uh… this is just a… a normal reaction in the process,” he muttered, voice dry. “Now we just need to operate—immediately. We can still save him.”“Dr. Mark, I need your help,” he snapped, already shifting the blame in his mind in case things went south.“Doctor, I really don’t think that’s going to work…” Mark said cautiously.“Shut it! I said it’ll work, so it will! I’ve been a doctor for over fifty damn years—there’s no illness I can’t cure. Now get the anesthesia ready!”With a crazed yell, Franklin grabbed a scalpel and lunged toward the old man.Rose gasped, instinctively reaching out—but before she could stop him, there w

Seth strolled through the grand auction hall like he owned the place... which, ironically, he did. Not that anyone here knew that. Not yet.The place was glowing in gold and glitter. A massive chandelier sparkled above like a disco ball for the one percent, and every corner was filled with whispers, false compliments, and expensive perfume. Wealth hung in the air like humidity.He swirled the wine in his glass, scanning faces lazily, until he heard a familiar voice from across the room—nasal, pretentious, and dripping with arrogance.'William?''Oh boy, this was going to be good.'The weasel of a man was holding court with a few overdressed young businessmen, who looked like a bunch of over pampered spoiled brats."Gentlemen, gentlemen," William said, chuckling with faux modesty, "please, enough with the compliments, I'm only here because I secured a very rare opportunity. A one-on-one with the Goldmaster himself."Gasps and intrigued nods could be seen all around."The Goldmaster? Se