"Victor! That bastard definitely planned something!" Arthur seethed as he quickly pulled out his phone, his thumb furiously dialing Xavier. "Xavier," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "you have two minutes. No more."Then he cut off the call and threw the phone on the sofa, walked towards the huge wooden book cupboard, pressed a particular book from the center of the sloped shelf, and immediately the door behind him opened ajar with a soft, creaking sound, revealing a big, dark secret room."It's been a long time!" Arthur stepped inside, sensing a human temperature. The light flickered, gleaming against the white walls, the air thick with the smell of fresh, because of the automatic robots cleaning every day. " If he survived that fire trap, he’s alive in this timeline too, "he murmured, his tone doubtful. He stepped into another interior room. His gaze landed straight on the big rectangular steel secured cuboared, and he placed his palm in the high-security scanner. The

"Stop!" A vague smile on Miley's face, she looked down in uncertainty, scratching the rock with a small, sharp stone. "But Edward didn't reply to me!" An eagerness died in her tone."Oh, how dare Edward reject a beautiful girl like you?" Astrid said, dramatically rolled eyes and sitting up, and gently pinching Miley's chubby cheeks. "Don't worry, he has a crush on you, but he's hiding it for a reason. We'll figure it out later," she encouraged, grinning like a Cheshire cat.Miley immediately wrapped her arms around Astrid warmly, showing ease in feeling sisterhood with her; a lame smile remained on her face. Behind her arms, Astrid's smile faded when thinking of Wyatt's embrace. I hope he's doing well. She thought, holding Miley tightly.From a distance, Edward noticed a quick, genuine bond between them, and a small, peaceful smile tugged on his lips. Holding a beautiful, dark red Chocolate Cosmos flower in one hand and his time-travel gadget in the other. He pressed a time travel gadg

On the flip side, Ewan's pain and vows of revenge seemed to have vanished, replaced by an energetic conversation. "Cheers..." The glasses clinked in the quiet hall, where Alex and Wyatt were sitting opposite on the sofa, sharing their three-year lives and routine and chatting about their struggles and laughing together."The last time I saw you was when you got inside the wiping technology building," Alex recalled, his voice a low rumble."Yeah... That time it was a tough situation to handle the pain..." Wyatt admitted, his smile thin and faint. Noticing Alex's downcast face, he immediately increased the high-pitched tone."Luckily, you don't have this kind of situation anymore. And you ended up in high-class dominion, didn't you?" He raised his brows teasingly, "Lucky you! I am just curious; how did you actually end up in Dominion 2? Wyatt leaned forward, truly excited over hearing the truth.Alex took a long sip of his liquor, his face immediately dejected. "It's not luck.... Not rea

"No! It's mine," Ewan emerged from the shadows, an icy resolve in his voice and casualness.Watching Ewan's face, "He's Mr. Huxley's son, isn't he? A low murmur passed between the patrol officers. A silent nod from one to the other. "It's okay, sir! It's just a casual check!" another officer answered as they silently stepped back to return."Fuck!' A disappointment smirk escaped on Ewan's lips, "Stop! I don't want to get out of it because of the Huxley name... I get charged for speeding, right?" He innovatively raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I'll pay the charge amount," he said sincerely, sliding a hand into his pocket and pulling out his payment card, which was designed with an H symbol in the center and was embedded with gold and platinum designs.Both exchanged hesitant, nervous glances and made a silent eye signal. "No need, sir!" the officer refused, a tremor in his voice."Officer, Rules are rules. Ewan's hand remained steady. "Just go ahead!" he signaled, indicating that he wanted i

The aggressive world and dominant fades into a green forest, fresh breeze. In the grassland, the sun touched at edges of the sky. Astrid stood, exhausted, pale-faced, in a full pink gown with a delicate butterfly lace at the neck, her brown hair a cascade of soft curls, and walked between towering trees. Wait, Miley! I can't walk anymore!" she called out, her voice a strained whisper, her breath hitched in dryness of throat, and she stood balanced, holding her hand on the tree. Miley turned back, a bamboo basket on her arm. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tone flat with impatience."Water!" Astrid asked, slightly leaning her whole body against the tree, a sweat flowed all over her face and trickled down her neck, and droplets glittered in the orange sunset."You seem pale! I told you to take rest..." Miley's tone was concerned as she offered a cotton kerchief towards her."It's fine! I love to collect mushrooms!" Astrid replied with a burst of false energy and forced a fake, cute smile