Strong winds howled on the rooftop helipad of Titan Corp. The New York night sky stretched endlessly, adorned with rolling storm clouds.When the roof access door opened, David Vexley stepped out, followed by Isabella and Mei Lin.However, the sight on the roof made them stop in their tracks.In the center of the helipad, a metal chair was bolted to the concrete floor.Franky Divine sat there, bound by steel wire. His face was swollen, one eye shut with a purple bruise. On his chest, a complicated vest was strapped, equipped with glass tubes containing liquid napalm and a digital screen blinking rapidly.[BPM: 135]Beside Franky's chair, sat Arthur Vexley.He looked in stark contrast to the chaos around him. Arthur sat on an elegant folding garden chair, in front of a small table with a porcelain tea set. He wore a pristine white suit without a single stain. His blond hair was perfectly combed, undisturbed by the strong wind thanks to

The strong wind from the private jet turbines roared on the runway of Teterboro Airport, New Jersey.David stood at the foot of the plane stairs.Behind him, his core team was boarding the aircraft. The elegant Elena Moretti managed logistics with the private stewardess. Isabella and Mei Lin were having a small argument about who had the right to carry the heavy weapons bag into the cabin. Franky Divine, whose face was still patched up from yesterday's explosion, limped but walked spiritedly while hugging his laptop."Everything is ready, Boss," Isabella reported, patting David's shoulder. "The Vexley Syndicate elite force will guard our assets here while we're gone."David nodded slowly. However, his thoughts were on one specific asset not joining this trip."What about Camelia?" David asked flatly."Safe," Isabella answered. "She's placed in a special isolation room under Madame Wu's protection. Fed, given vitamins, and low-dose sedatives

Victoria's words caught in her throat.As she turned, their faces were only centimeters apart. Victoria looked directly into David's eyes.In that second, David activated his new Skill.[Passive Skill Active: Charisma of the Dark Prince.][Effect: Creates a mysterious, dangerous aura and irresistible sexual attraction in high-status opposite-sex targets.][Cost: 6 Hours of Lifespan.]David's blue eyes flashed with a faint, barely visible purple light.Victoria's pupils dilated.The world around Victoria seemed to stop spinning. The roar of the crowd, the thundering hooves, everything vanished. There was only the man before her.She felt a strange electric shock travel from her waist, where David's hands still rested, up her spine, and explode in her brain.Victoria's anger evaporated, replaced by a strange feeling she hadn't felt in years. Her heart pounded, not from shock, but from... anticipation.She looked

The rain outside the library window of Sterling Manor grew more violent, lashing against the glass as if the universe were conspiring to drown out any sound that might occur inside that locked room.Inside, silence hung heavily between David and Victoria."You..." Victoria stammered, her usually porcelain-cold face now flushed deep red. David's sentence about her loneliness had stripped her soul bare faster than any hand could. "You don't know anything about me! How dare you speak of my loneliness!"Her wounded ego took over. Victoria raised her hand, ready to land a hard slap on David's cheek. It was the defensive reflex of a Duchess used to punishing anyone who crossed the line of propriety.However, the hand never reached its target.David caught Victoria's wrist in mid-air. His movement was casual, yet his grip was as strong as steel. He didn't hurt Victoria, but he stopped the woman absolutely."Let go of me!" Victoria hissed, trying to pull her hand back."No," David replied cal

St. Pancras International Station in London was bustling with the frenzy of travelers, but David's entourage moved through the crowd like ghosts slicing through smoke. Thanks to Lady Victoria Sterling's diplomatic access, they bypassed security checks untouched, heading straight for the private VIP car on the Eurostar train bound for Paris.Inside the car, the atmosphere was calm yet alert.David sat in a seat facing the window, watching the grey English countryside rush backward at 300 kilometers per hour. Beside him, Victoria sat gracefully, sipping Earl Grey tea. Her demeanor had completely changed. No more arrogance. She sat with posture leaning toward David, her eyes occasionally glancing at him with a mix of admiration and obedience, the permanent effect of King's Command and their union."We will enter the Channel Tunnel in five minutes," Franky reported from behind his laptop at the table across. "Once we enter the underwater tunnel, the signal will be intermittent. We will be