Tristan blinked, his sharp eyebrows drawing together in sudden surprise."Help you deal with someone?"Lysandra nodded slowly, playing the part of a troubled, vulnerable beauty to perfection. "Yes... if you could help me with that, I'd really be so happy."Tristan looked around the glittering main hall in confusion before turning back to her. "What's actually going on, Ms. Ashcroft? What do you mean by helping you deal with someone?"Lysandra sighed softly, letting a trace of frustration slip into her voice. "All right... The thing is, there's this one guy who has been constantly disturbing me. Last time, he even cracked my phone and didn't even bother to apologize! Ever since then, he keeps showing up, trying to talk to me, trying to say things just to bother me and disrupt my peace. He thinks he can just treat me however he wants, and I've had enough of it. I just want you to deal with him for me."Tristan was caught off guard for a fraction of a second. At first, the request sounde

BANG.The moment the sunglasses came off, Tristan’s smug sneer instantly shattered. The color drained from his face in a single heartbeat, his eyes widening in horror as his knees nearly buckled beneath him.Standing right in front of him was the exact same young man who had casually destroyed his career and stripped him of everything at the Royal Crown Club!Tristan stared at Kael's unbothered, sharp eyes as the blood drained entirely from his face.“What is he doing here?! How on earth did he get inside the Sovereign Grand Citadel?!” Cold sweat broke out along Tristan's collar, the nightmare from weeks ago flooded back into his mind.He had lost his prestigious position as Assistant General Manager at the Royal Crown Club, lost his executive connections, and suffered pure humiliation all because of this single young man. Even without his official title, he knew Kael was backed by Lord Dominic's terrifying influence. If he crossed Kael again tonight, it wouldn't just mean being une

Of course not!" Selene snapped, her brow furrowing into a tight frown as she stared at Kael in utter disbelief. "Is two thousand bucks nothing to you?!" Kael swirled the remaining wine in his glass, completely unbothered. "Well... it's pretty much the same for me." Selene sneered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "If two thousand bucks isn't big to you, then how come you're wearing fake clothes?" Kael let out a soft sigh and slapped his palm against his forehead. "For the last time, it's not fake clothes." "That was the General Manager of Atlas Atelier!" Selene argued back, leaning in slightly and raising her voice in frustration. "The Imperial Midnight suit is from her store, and it costs around a hundred and twenty thousand dollars! Are you trying to tell me that she, as the manager, doesn't know her own store's inventory and is lying? Or are you trying to tell me that you actually have a hundred and twenty thousand dollars lying around to buy a suit?! Do you even un

Right at that moment, Selene Whitmore walked back over to where Kael was standing. A young maid followed closely behind her, carrying a neat tray with two tall glass milkshakes.Kael looked up with a calm, gentle smile. "You're back."He reached out, taking one of the sweet milkshakes from the tray. "Thank you."Selene softly picked up her own glass as well, and the maid bowed politely before turning to walk away.Selene looked around the bright, bustling hall, holding her cold glass. "I'm wondering what is going to even be done today."Kael took a light sip and replied softly, "We'll find out."Selene nodded gently and took a sip of her milkshake, quietly enjoying the cool drink without saying anything more.On the other side of the room, Brian was holding a fine glass of wine with a huge grin on his face. He swayed his body happily to the background music, taking small sips and enjoying the high-class atmosphere.After a while, he looked around, squinting his eyes as he tried to sca

Kael casually walked forward through the parting crowd, blending effortlessly into the outer circle of spectators gathering near the high-tech display area.As he approached, a heavy mechanical rumble vibrated through the floorboards. A fleet of uniformed citadel attendants pushed massive, steel-reinforced carts onto the main stage. Mounted on the carts were dozens of raw gemstone boulders of every shape and size, some as small as melons with river-washed crusts, others giant, multi-ton rough rocks covered in dark mossy skin, mineral deposits, and weathered crags.Right beside the display carts, several staff members rolled out a heavy industrial diamond-blade cutting machine. Its massive circular saw gleamed under the bright stage spotlights, flanked by high-pressure water cooling nozzles designed to keep the blades from overheating during high-friction cuts. Above the stage, giant overhead LED screens flickered to life, giving every guest on the main floor a ultra-high-definition, m