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CHAPTER 31
I stepped out of the Norman mansion with the locket resting in my palm.Behind me, I could hear hurried footsteps approaching, light but urgent, and I did not need to turn to know that it was Britney trying to catch up with me.I continued walking for a few steps, my fingers absentmindedly rolling the Norman Locket between them.Feeling its weight, its texture, and more importantly, the ancient presence sealed within it. To anyone else, it would appear to be nothing more than a beautifully crafted heirloom, perhaps valuable due to its history or design. But to me, it was something far more significant. It was a reservoir, one that had been quietly storing power for generations without anyone truly understanding its nature.As I slowed my pace, I allowed my senses to focus fully on the locket. The moment I did, the energy within it revealed itself more clearly, like a dormant force waiting to be acknowledged. It was ancient, refined, and incredibly potent, far beyond what most wou
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Britney did not hesitate for even a second after our conversation ended. She took out her phone almost immediately, her fingers moving with a sense of urgency that reflected just how important this moment was. I stood quietly beside her, watching her expression shift as the call began to connect. There was a certain tension in her posture, but beneath it, I could see relief, relief that everything had finally aligned.When the call connected, her tone changed instantly. It became more formal, more respectful.“Mr. Laurent,” she said, her voice steady but carrying a hint of excitement, “I have good news.”There was a brief pause on the other end, and even though I could not hear his voice directly, I could tell from the way Britney’s expression sharpened that he had responded quickly.“What is it?” she continued, echoing his question. “The good news is that I am with him right now.”Another pause followed, this time slightly longer.“Yes,” she added, turning slightly to glance at me
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Mr Laurent then added,“There is absolutely no problem regarding the house,” he said, his tone measured. “As I mentioned earlier, the President has already made very extensive provisions for you.”I remained silent, allowing him to continue, my gaze fixed on him as I listened carefully to every detail he was about to lay out.“He has assigned a total sum of five hundred billion dollars to your name,” Mr. Laurent continued, speaking with a level of precision that made it clear this was not an exaggeration or an attempt to impress, but a simple statement of actual facts. “That allocation was made specifically to ensure that you would lack nothing, whether in terms of resources, comfort, or influence.”Britney, standing slightly behind me, drew in a quiet breath at that number, though she tried not to make it obvious. I noticed it, but I did not react. Money, in itself, was not what mattered to me. It never had been.Mr. Laurent went on without interruption.“Initially, three private
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Mr. Laurent did not hesitate any further. He turned toward the line of vehicles behind us with authority and raised his hand in a firm, controlled gesture.“All of you can turn back,” he instructed. “We will proceed with only one car.”His voice was calm, but it sounded enough weight to command with immediate attention. However, before the drivers could act, one of the security personnel stepped out of his vehicle and approached us with visible concern written across his face.“Sir,” the man said, addressing Mr. Laurent with respect, though his tone filled with urgency, “with all due respect, I strongly advise against this decision.”Mr. Laurent shifted his gaze toward him, his expression neutral but attentive.“And why is that?” he asked.The man glanced briefly at me before continuing, trying to measure his words carefully.“This is not an ordinary situation,” he said. “We are talking about the Medical God. He is not just important—he is a national asset to Cardinia. In fact, he
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Mr. Laurent stepped out of the car before I did, moving with precision as though every action had already been calculated in advance. In his hand, he held a set of keys, metallic, and weighty enough to suggest that they opened far more than just an ordinary residence. He turned toward me, his posture respectful, and extended his arm slightly as he approached the main entrance. At his signal, the large gates at the entrance began to open smoothly, revealing more of the property beyond. The movement was quiet and controlled, adding to the overall sense of refinement that surrounded the place. As I stepped forward again, moving past the threshold and into the grounds of the mansion, I was amazed. He unlocked the grand doors and pushed them open, he spoke in a calm tone. “This mansion,” he said, gesturing subtly toward the interior, “is actually the smallest among the three that have been prepared for you.” I paused just before stepping inside, allowing his words to settle in my
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I stood in the middle of the corridor, my gaze fixed ahead while Mr. Laurent’s words about the banquet continued to settle in my mind. I exhaled slowly before turning to face Mr. Laurent fully.“I am not entirely convinced that attending such a public gathering is a good idea,” I said, my tone calm but sharp.He looked at me attentively, as he had expected this hesitation. “May I ask why?” he replied, his voice polite and respectful.I took a few steps forward, then stopped again, folding my arms as I spoke. “Because gatherings like that attract attention,” I explained. “And attention is exactly what I have been avoiding.”He did not interrupt, so I continued.“There will be many people there,” I said. “And no matter how well-organized the event may be, there is no absolute way to confirm that every individual present is truly there for the banquet. Some could be attendees, yes, but others…” I paused briefly, my gaze sharpening, “…others could be waiting for an opportunity.”Mr. L
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In my right hand, I held the black card that symbolized immense wealth, influence, and authority.In my left hand, I held the emerald-studded access card.which felt even more significant, because it was the key to an exclusive world.For a long moment, I remained completely still, saying nothing at all, as I stood there and stared at both items in my hands. My expression remained unreadable, not because I was trying to hide anything.But because I was genuinely trying to reconcile the man I had once been with Sonia Davenport to the reality that now stood before me. After a long silence, I exhaled softly and allowed a sigh to escape my lips as I slowly lowered both hands.“So this is what it has come to,” I murmured under my breath in a calm but distant tone, as I was speaking more to myself than to the world around me.There was no excitement in my voice and no pride in my expression.Only acknowledgment that something fundamental in my life had changed in a way I could not ignore.
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I heard him let out a loud laugh, the kind that was filled with both mockery and irritation. I did not need to turn around to know the expression on his face. I could already imagine the smug tilt of his lips, the arrogance in his posture as he glanced at Sonia.“Sonia, honestly,” he began, his voice filled with sarcasm, “you should really have a little pity on the poor boy.”I stood still listening, though I did not turn immediately. I listened.Sonia did not respond at once, but Greg continued anyway, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice.“I mean, just look at him,” he went on, and this time I could feel his gesture, even without seeing it, as though I were something insignificant being pointed at. “Who knows how many toilets he has already scrubbed today? At this rate, he must have gone through half the city already.”A few people nearby shifted uncomfortably. I could sense it in the atmosphere. The staff, the customers, were beginning to feel the weight of the situation
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Greg’s voice rang out sharply, cutting through the tense silence that had settled in the boutique. He was still clutching his elbow, his face twisted in pain, his composure completely shattered. With gritted teeth and a strained expression, he turned to Sonia and practically barked at her, “Pick them up. Just pick them up and give them back to him. I cannot move my arm.”There was a moment of hesitation in Sonia’s reaction, and I noticed it immediately. She looked down at the clothes scattered on the floor, then back at Greg, her expression tightening with visible reluctance. “I am not doing that,” she said firmly, crossing her arms, refusing to lower herself to such an act.Greg let out a sharp, pained groan, his frustration rising along with his discomfort. “Sonia, I am not asking you for a favor. Just do it,” he snapped, his voice louder now, drawing attention from those around us. “Do you not see that I am in pain? Just pick them up.”By this time, people had already begun t
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“Have you completely lost your mind?” she asked, her voice calm but filled with unmistakable hostility.I did not respond immediately. Instead, I held her gaze, allowing her words to settle into the silence between us without giving them any reaction. That alone seemed to irritate her further.“You really should stop trying to give yourself importance where there is none,” she continued, folding her arms across her chest in a gesture that was both defensive and dismissive. “It is honestly embarrassing to watch.”Greg let out a strained scoff beside her, still favoring his arm slightly, although his pride appeared far more wounded than his body at that moment.Sonia gestured toward me as she spoke again. “Just because the President sent someone to drag you away for what was clearly a cleaning job does not mean you suddenly have the right to speak to us however you like.”Her words drew a few subtle nods from the onlookers who were still lingering nearby, quietly observing the exchange