After exchanging contacts with Olivia, Lorenzo drove straight to his lodge. He was done for the day, and he needed to freshen up. However, as soon as he got home, he found a package waiting for him on the center table, his brows furrowed in curiosity. Who the hell was able to enter his condo and drop in a gift? He slowly walked to the spot, and as soon as he did, he saw a letter sitting pretty on the table. It was from Derek. He opened it, and it read, "Young Master, the annual event is coming up in the next three days. If you would attend, it is best you appear in that outfit. You are the Legacy of the Byers Empire," he wrote. A small smile appeared at Lorenzo’s lips. Derek was indeed very thoughtful. He was going to attend, but he had not decided what to wear yet, yet Derek had already planned it for him. He slowly began to unbox the gift, and the first thing he saw was a Rolex wristwatch of thirteen-carat gold. It was so shining that Lorenzo knew if he walked with it under

The venue was nothing short of breathtaking.Crystal chandeliers hung from the soaring ceiling, casting golden reflections across the polished marble floors. The air was thick with the soft clinking of champagne flutes and muted conversations from elite students, corporate heirs, and young influencers dressed in bespoke designer suits and haute couture gowns.This was not just an ordinary inter-university gathering. It was a fierce display of wealth, power, and high-stakes networking among the future leaders of the country's most prominent industries.Outside the grand lobby entrance, small clusters of early arrivals stood sipping wine under the warm ambient lights, eagerly awaiting the main procession. As they waited, a conversation naturally began to ripple through the crowd.“Did you see the department group chat earlier?” a girl in a deep red gown whispered, taking a slow sip from her glass. “Everyone was dragging Lorenzo again.”Her friend rolled her eyes with a quiet chuckle. “Ho

As soon as he walked in, Lorenzo took his seat among the distinguished guests in the front row of the VIP section. He calmly reached for the crystal bottle of wine placed on his table, opened it with ease, and poured himself a glass. Even as he brought the glass to his lips and took a quiet, measured sip, he could feel the burning weight of dozens of stares drilling into his back. “That's really him…” “Is that the Byers heir?""Why does he look so familiar" “How is any of this even possible?” Lorenzo paid no attention to any of them. To him, their hushed, desperate whispers were nothing more than meaningless background noise. Soon, a impeccably groomed host stepped onto the central stage, adjusting the microphone as the ambient overhead lights dimmed slightly, drawing everyone’s attention toward the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the host began, his crisp voice echoing smoothly across the grand hall, “welcome to tonight’s prestigious gathering.” The hall slowly fell into a ra

The hall immediately went quiet in anticipation. Everyone was curious as to what the special item could be. Meanwhile, Olivia, upon seeing the tension in the air, instantly excused herself from Lorenzo so he would not be disturbed. Slowly, the attendants moved onto the stage carefully, pushing out a long glass case covered in black velvet. The way they handled it immediately drew attention—it wasn’t rushed like the previous items. Even Lorenzo, who had been mostly indifferent, lifted his gaze with a bit more interest. The host stepped forward, placing a hand on the velvet before speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here tonight is not just a luxury item… but a piece of history.” He pulled the covering away, revealing a glass case with a perfume bottle inside. It was simple at first glance, yet there was something distinct about it—the faint golden tint of the glass, the handcrafted cap, and the overall design didn’t look modern at all. “This,” the host said, pointing to

Lorenzo got inside his room, removed his clothes, and poured himself a glass of wine as he played low, peaceful music to celebrate what had just happened at the event. After drinking to celebrate, he finally lay down on his bed and slept off. The next morning, Lorenzo woke up late, around ten a.m. He had a little headache from yesterday's drinking. He took a pill that could help and instantly went to shower, ready to prepare for his day. He immediately called the hotel's service and ordered food to be brought to his room. In less than five minutes, the food was already ready, and the doorbell to his room rang instantly. Because Lorenzo had just left the shower, he had only shorts on, and his hair was still wet. As soon as he opened the door, the room service attendant froze instantly. She had been working at her job for about ten years, but never had she seen someone as eye-catching and handsome as the guy standing before her. Lorenzo cleared his throat, clearly taken aback, an