The first minute passed slowly. The security officers remained near Dylan, their expressions still carrying the same confidence they had displayed from the beginning. None of them appeared remotely concerned about the phone call he had just made. To them, Dylan's conversation with the manager had been nothing more than another desperate attempt to escape the situation. The head of security glanced at his watch before looking back at Dylan. "Your two minutes are almost up." Dylan said nothing. One of the younger officers chuckled. "He's probably pretending to wait for someone." Another laughed quietly. "Maybe his friend is going to call and pretend to be the manager." Brandon immediately joined in. "I wouldn't be surprised. Dylan has always been good at creating ridiculous excuses when he's cornered." Amber stood beside him with her arms folded, watching Dylan silently. She still couldn't understand why he remained so calm. If she were in his position, she would have alre

Dylan had barely settled into the back seat of the cab when he leaned against the window and allowed himself to finally relax. The events of the morning had been more exhausting than he had expected. From discovering that the his investment on novacoin had made him a billionaire, that the System had granted him ownership of Sky Apartments, to dealing with Brandon and Amber at the entrance, to ordering the building manager personally remove Brandon from the property, the entire morning had been filled with one unexpected development after another. Yet despite everything that had happened, there was one thing Dylan couldn't ignore. He still hadn't eaten breakfast. His stomach gave a quiet growl as though reminding him of that fact. Dylan glanced at the time on his phone before looking out at the passing streets. He had originally intended to return to campus after leaving Sky Apartments, but the thought of going back while hungry quickly changed his mind. There was no reason for

Amelia completely ignored Henry's question. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and stared at him with unmistakable irritation. "How did you find me?" Henry seemed almost amused by her question. "Your father told me where you were staying." Amelia's eyes immediately rolled toward the ceiling. Of course. She should have known. Her father had always been fond of Henry's family, and apparently he had no idea that Amelia had deliberately changed residences to get away from the man standing in front of her. Henry walked farther into the room as though he hadn't noticed her displeasure. "Honestly, Amelia, I was expecting a much warmer welcome." He lifted the bouquet slightly. "It's been a couple of days since we last saw each other." "Exactly." Amelia's voice was cold. "That's the entire point." Henry's smile faded slightly, but he remained surprisingly nonchalant. "You can't still be angry about what happened a few days ago." Amelia stared at him. "You're unbeli

By the time Dylan returned to the hostel after leaving Amelia's place the previous night, he had expected to collapse onto his bed and fall asleep almost immediately. Instead, the moment he opened the door to his room, he was ambushed by Ryan and Luke, who had apparently decided that Dylan had been avoiding them for far too long. Their gaming console was already connected, two controllers were lying on the table, and the screen was displaying the familiar menu of the football video game they had spent countless nights playing together. Dylan had initially tried to refuse, explaining that he was tired and needed to sleep, but his roommates would not accept his excuse. They reminded him that it had been a long time since the three of them had actually spent an evening together without Dylan rushing off to work, attend lectures, or deal with one problem after another. After several minutes of relentless persuasion, Dylan finally surrendered and joined them. What was supposed to be a q

The leader's order had barely left his mouth before the remaining men charged.Dylan stood in the center of the deserted space with his hands raised, his eyes moving rapidly between them. A few seconds ago, they had been confident that their numbers would be enough to overwhelm him, but that confidence had already begun to crack after watching two of their companions fall. Even so, they had seven men against one, and the leader clearly believed that sheer numbers would eventually make the difference.Dylan intended to prove him wrong.The first man rushed forward with a wooden club raised over his shoulder, while another came from Dylan's right with a metal pipe. They were attempting to attack him simultaneously, hoping that even if he avoided one strike, the second would catch him.But Dylan no longer saw their movements as random.His newly acquired martial arts knowledge allowed him to recognize the subtle changes in their bodies before they attacked. He could tell which foot wa