Chaos ensued at the entrance of General Ian."Ahh!!"Tracy's mother let out a loud scream of horror as she recognised the person in front of her."G-General Osborne. What a p-p-privilege to have you here. W-What can we do for you?"She would have been honoured to be in his presence if the circumstances were different. If he didn't have that deadly expression on his face.That look made her want to pee on herself.The media personnel and some of the journalists who were able to squeeze their way in also entered the house, their cameras capturing the whole scene.Blake's lips trembled but no single word was able to form. 'How in the world did the famous Ian Osborne end up in their house?: He wondered.Shaking like a leaf, he clapped his hands together as though trying to please.Just as he was about to speak, General Ian cut him shirt sharply with a loud, booming voice."This will be the last time I'm going to ask this. Who in this house is Tracy?!" Tracy, who was hidden perfectly beh

The expression on General Ian's face was one of someone who had just seen a ghost.Almost all his men were down now but he was too distracted by Lucian's grace to pay attention."Y-You," he stuttered; something he never did.That last power move that Lucian did had him speechless.Was this stranger who had just burst into his mansion who he thought he was?He shook his head in disbelief again.He watches the bodies of his men drop to the ground like helpless packs of card after that signature move.Lucian stood in the center of them like a warrior.Ian clasped his mouth.Could it really be?The move was the signature move of the one and only Ashura General, a legend wrapped in whispers and dread.The warrior has ascended military ranks through sheer mastery of combat and forbidden alchemic arts.His confidence crumbled."W-Who are you?" He questioned no one but himself when the aura hit him.It was so strong it sent him reeling backwards in shock.Looking up, his heart leapt to his th

The tall building of Cross Stone Bank loomed in the distance as Tracy and Lucian pulled up to it.Tracy turned to Lucian with a small, grateful smile."Thank you so much, Lucian," she muttered, alighting from the car with Lucian.Once they got to the reception, Tracy turned to him."Please, let me go in alone to see the CEO," Lucian didn't argue.With a nod, he simply went to take his seat at the reception, watching her as she walked into the office of the CEO, Jacob Houston.Tracy walked in, taking in the luxurious arrangement and furnishing of the office."Well, well. If it isn't the popular and infamous Tracy the healer," a loud, deep voice boomed from behind her.He chuckled. "I'll be damned."She jumped, startled by his sudden appearance as she hadn't seen him there earlier.She also couldn't tell if the edge in his tone was amusement or something worse."Mr. Houston," she breathed out, adjusting her hair.He smiled, settling into his comfortable chair behind the desk."To what

Damien's eyes popped open in shock."What?""Listen closely. Pay attention to your wife. We suspect that anyone who comes close to her or who comes to her aid is the killer. You know the black tigers were on their way to capture her when they were killed."Damien's eyes darkened and he nodded sharply."Noted. Thank you for this information, Mamba. I'll deal with it. Red Eagles forever!"*Lucian's phone dinged with Monica's message as he worked.He skimmed her message but with a sigh, dropped his phone.At this rate, almost every one in his life needed saving every time.Not that it was a bad thing though.He just needed time to work on his own projects. More time for himself.But Monica's first message was precedent of getting many more to come.His phone buzzed continuously as she sent more and more messages, pleadings and requesting his help.'Please, Lucian.'