A young woman dressed entirely in white—though in a futuristic style, nothing like the uniforms seen in hospitals—greeted him.Her hair was brown, braided neatly into a crown braid.“Are you an AI?”Martin opened his mouth to ask.“No, of course not. I’m the branch manager of Regalis Norvia.”Martin frowned.“So you’re operating from somewhere else and answering my questions remotely?”The young woman nodded with a gentle smile.“Correct. Just as if you were on a video call.”Martin was no stranger to arrangements like this.People of importance, most of the time, could not be met in person.Beyond text or voice calls, video calls were the most advanced method of contact.Back when he was in Belvaria, he had met the one known as “Master” through the exact same arrangement.“Alright. Is this done, then? Can I use my card now?”“Of course. But only after I show you one last thing.”She directed Martin toward a glass panel beside him.It lit up—another screen.“Mom,” Martin breathed. “Da

A man in his early sixties smiled at Martin.Most of his hair had turned white, yet his expression remained calm and gentle.Dressed in a dark brown suit, he looked relaxed but attentive.Behind him, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked right in front of Gianna’s Huracán.“Mr. Garvey, this man?”Gianna glanced back and forth between the old man and the Phantom before looking at Martin.“Oh, that’s right. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier, sir. I was simply too excited to finally meet you.”The man bowed again with a polite smile.“My name is Alfred.”The smile never left his face.For months, he had been curious about the mysterious owner of Regalis Noir—rumored to be unimaginably wealthy.He never expected it to be a young man.More than that—someone incredibly humble and modest.“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand. Could you explain what you mean?” Martin asked.The question made Alfred frown slightly before responding.“Ah, I see. You must be confused as to why I suddenl

Right across the road from the resort was a small hill covered with clusters of pine trees.That area itself wasn’t particularly expensive.But the land behind it—an oak plantation spanning nearly a thousand hectares—was.It was one of the Hayes family’s most valuable assets.They were fully aware they could no longer rely on investor funding.Because of that, they decided to sell one of their assets.And since it wasn’t easy to obtain one billion in a short time, they had no choice but to let go of one of their most productive lands.“But a fair price for land like that is at most seven hundred million,” Harley insisted.“I’m offering eight hundred million. That should already be considered very high.”He spoke with unwavering confidence.Although he wasn’t a Havenport native, he had long established connections with several business figures in the city.From them, he learned key pieces of information like this.“Mrs. Catherine, you sound very confident saying that many buyers are li

Chapter 57“What? Are you talking to me?”Alyssa spun around, her expression twisted between disbelief and irritation.The one who dared stop her was nothing more than an ordinary man—dressed in a simple black suit, with nothing particularly impressive about him.“Who do you think you are? I already paid for these tickets. If you want them, go talk to the clerk.”“Miss Hart, my apologies,” the man replied calmly, completely unfazed by Alyssa’s condescending glare.“But we were the ones who reserved those seats first.”“So we have every right to ask them back from you.”***Fifteen minutes earlier.“Mr. Hamilton, please don’t worry. There are still two VVIP seats left on express train No. 1. If you’d like, I can send someone to retrieve them for you.”The station manager’s voice came through Alfred’s phone.“No. There’s no need,” Alfred replied. “I’ll get them myself.”“But…”The manager hesitated.Never before had Alfred bothered with something so trivial.This was a man who had negot

"I'm sorry for making this matter a bit more complicated for you."The manager looked slightly awkward in front of Alfred before handing the ticket back to the ticketing clerk."It's all right. What matters is that everything is now under control."Alfred smiled widely.Relief washed over him—he had successfully carried out his first task."May I have the name for the ticket, sir?"The clerk leaned toward Alfred while holding her tablet in hand.Before Alfred could answer, Martin stepped forward, supporting the old man who had been shoved earlier by Alyssa’s bodyguard."Your name, old man," Martin said quietly.What?The old man looked confused.He knew the clerk was asking for the name of the new ticket holder.But he didn’t understand why this young man was asking him for his name."Please tell her your name," Martin repeated."B-but…"Of course, the old man’s confused reaction immediately triggered the clerk."You again?"The woman threw an annoyed, dagger-like glare at Martin."St