"I'm really sorry. Please don't do anything rash!" Richard quickly said. He began to curse his son Henry in his mind. Why hadn't Henry told him anything about the strength of this man? Wait? But this man didn't have backings, so how could he even do such a thing. Richard suddenly got an idea. "I know you are trying to break through and become a mage. Please I can speak to someone who would be able to give you the resources that you need!" He said in a rush. Lucian paused for a while before he finally broke out laughing. He reached out, grabbing Richard by the collar and then dealing him an heavy blow on the nose. "I told your useless son to stay away from my wife! and then you get involved too?" Lucian's gaze dimmed. "You even touched her!" His frown deepened and he reached for Richard's arm. "Wait wait, what are you going to do??" Richard tried to fight back. Maybe he could at least get this man of him and make a run for it. But a sharp pull from Lucian, instantly

He cleared his throat sharply before taking off his glasses to face her.He had his back turned to most of the guests to prevent anyone from recognising him.Thankfully, many people knew of his name more than how he looked. However, he wasn't going to take any chances.Yet, Mary was anything but convinced. She stared at him in confusion, racking her brain as she tried to recall it she had seen him anywhere but her mind failed her."I don't recognise you," she sharply said, a suspicious expression over shadowing her face.Lucian smiled. "I'm Vincent Ferguson. I run a few alchemy companies in the country and abroad. It's so nice to meet you."He observed her expression.By her very brief hesitation in taking his hands, he could tell that she didn't buy his introduction much."Mary Wilson. Falkirk's secretary. I'm only being cautious," she explained, still studying his features to see if she could recognise him.Vincent Ferguson was omw of Falkirk's distant partners and he wasn't someone

The event slowly tilted to a stop with Falkirk's absence. It had been over thirty minutes yet no one had seen him since he left with Vincent Ferguson. Mary had lines of suspicion and worry etched on her face as she dialled his line for the umpteenth time. "Pick up, Mr. Falkirk. What's going on?" The emcee chuckled nervously as he repeated his call for the fifth time. "Um... Calling on Mr. Falkirk Stone for the vote of thanks." The guests exchanged panicked looks among each other as they waited and watched with bated breath. "It appears Mr. Falkirk isn't back from his outing. I guess the closure of the party will have to tarry a bit more." Murmurs arouse among the guests. Many of them were displeased. The emcee had said that for five times now with no obvious signs of Mr. Falkirk returning. "Our time is important to us. Where could he have gone?" "We weren't even given prior notice to his absence." "This is quite disrespectful." Some of them began to move slowly towards th

Lucian wore a pleased expression as he stepped out of the chaos of the event and went home. The memories of the event still replayed in his head, making him glad. Falkirk Stone was taken care of. Good. Turns out Vincent Ferguson was the perfect disguise. He poured himself a glass of water. That pesty secretary was on to him and almost ruined his plans, if not for Falkirk's foolishness. Saving Falkirk had set the stone rolling for his plans. The name Vincent Ferguson only made the path smoother. The dinner had been going well. Lucian was no mindreader but he had accurately predicted where Falkirk would take them both for dinner. The same place where he met with only his high-profile, close partners. He had seen it from his research about Falkirk and his relationship with Tommy and many other business brothers of his.

Lucian sat in the back seat of the cab, his fingers gripping the note so tightly it nearly tore. The city rushed past outside, lights blurring into long streaks of gold and red, but he saw none of it."Why would they come after her?" He muttered to himself, causing the taxi driver to take a glance at him.Lucian frowned. Elsa had ruined her life for his and he would never tolerate an attack against her, especially since it was a deliberate attack.He unfolded the paper again, his eyes running over the words for the third time."You think you can hide your sins behind her, Lucian? You burned bridges long before this fire. She’s paying the price for her sins, and her life would be a warning to anyone who dares to meddle into your issues. Everyone would know you for who you are."He stared at the words for a long time, his jaw clenching until it ached. Whoever wrote this wasn’t guessing. They knew. They knew him, his past, his mistakes, and they wanted him to remember every one of the