The atmosphere of the city gradually shifted as he traveled farther from the district he was used to. Crowded streets slowly gave way to cleaner roads and quieter surroundings. The buildings became taller, more modern, and significantly more expensive-looking. Security patrols were visible near intersections, and even the traffic felt more organized. The difference was impossible to ignore. This was the part of the city where money shaped the environment itself. Where safety was expected rather than hoped for. When Miles finally arrived, he paused briefly in front of the building and looked up. The structure towered over the surrounding streets, built from dark steel and reflective glass that mirrored the fading evening sunlight. Security personnel stood near the entrance while surveillance cameras covered every visible angle around the property. Miles quietly observed the area in seconds. Main entrances. Emergency exits. Security placement. Potential blind spots. Movemen

Even among hunters, purchasing a property of this level outright was uncommon, especially for someone as young as Miles.But he offered no explanation.He simply pulled out his phone.A few moments later, the transfer was complete.Sophia’s tablet updated almost instantly.The amount displayed on the screen made her pause for the briefest moment before she smoothly regained her professional composure. Even with years of experience handling wealthy clients, casually witnessing someone his age transfer that kind of money without hesitation was unusual.And just like that, the deal was finalized.The remaining paperwork moved quickly after that.Verification documents were reviewed and signed.Ownership contracts were finalized.Transfer confirmations were processed one after another while Sophia organized everything efficiently through her tablet.Miles signed every page calmly, without hesitation or second thoughts.Each signature carried more meaning than the documents themselves.Thi

After several quiet moments passed, Mia finally turned her head toward him fully. This time, she was actually looking at him. Not through him. Not past him. At him. Her expression had calmed, but something guarded still remained behind her eyes. Like she had accepted something internally without truly making peace with it. “Why are you telling me all of this?” she asked quietly. Miles blinked slightly. “What do you mean?” “You’re talking like this conversation is supposed to change something,” Mia replied. “But you’re still going to keep hunting.” Silence followed immediately. She was not angry anymore. Just honest. “I stopped trying to convince you hours ago,” Mia continued. “I know how you are, Miles. Once you decide something matters, you throw yourself into it completely.” Her expression softened slightly. “But that doesn’t mean I agree with the way you’re doing this.” Miles studied her quietly. This was not forgiveness. It was reluctant understanding mixed with c

Wilson Mansion Far from the cramped apartment where Miles and Mia had spent most of their lives surviving day by day, another part of the city existed under an entirely different set of rules. The elite district stood apart from the rest of the metropolis like a world reserved for people untouched by ordinary struggle. Wealth flowed through its streets as naturally as traffic, and power carried more weight there than law itself. At the center of that district stood the Wilson Mansion. The estate stretched across several acres of private land surrounded by towering iron gates, layered surveillance systems, and armed security stationed around the perimeter twenty-four hours a day. Carefully maintained gardens spread across the grounds like a private park, illuminated by soft lights that reflected against fountains and marble walkways. The mansion itself looked less like a residence and more like the headquarters of a ruling dynasty. Modern glass architecture blended seamlessly with

The private elevator opened directly into the apartment itself, revealing an enormous living space filled with soft lighting, polished floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. Modern furniture had already been arranged neatly throughout the room, giving the entire place a clean, refined atmosphere. For a brief moment, Mia simply stood there in silence. Not because she wanted to admire it. But because she genuinely did not know how to react. The old apartment suddenly felt impossibly far away. “This place is…” she began quietly before stopping herself. Miles placed one of the bags near the entrance. “It’s better than the old apartment,” he said. Mia immediately looked at him. “That’s a very low standard.” Even so, her eyes continued moving across the room despite herself. The apartment did not just feel expensive. It felt secure. Stable. Like the walls themselves had been built to keep problems out. That thought alone made her strangely uncomfortable