Inside the VVIP room of St. Jude, Seth stood in front of a giant mirror. He had just finished buttoning his black shirt and donning a midnight-blue bespoke suit that Lucian's assistant brought directly to him a few hours ago.Although his movements felt slightly stiff due to his fractured rib, Seth's upright posture and eagle-like gaze made him look nothing like a hospital patient."Boss, are you sure you want to go out? Dr. Morgan strongly advised against this plan," Kael said. He stood near the door with an anxious face, holding a warm coat for Seth."Morgan is not my mother, Kael. And I am only attending a business dinner, not a boxing match," Seth replied casually as he adjusted his tie. "Besides, I am bringing you as my bodyguard. What worries you?"Kael let out a resigned sigh and helped drape the coat over his young boss's shoulders.A few minutes earlier, Seth had indeed "forced" Morgan to grant him a three-hour leave. Of course, Morgan initially panicked and forbade it under

"Yes, I know. And I know how to cure him. I assume you also understand that Mr. Greenwood needs a miracle to recover." Seth recognized the loyalty within Dylan. Since the righteous bodyguard cared, he cared enough about whether Greenwood lived or died.Dylan struggled weakly, and Seth gently tapped Kael's shoulder, prompting him to release the lock."In which room exactly does Jack Greenwood reside?" Seth asked again, extending an olive branch. "I will meet him—and I promise I will not mention your name. They will not blame you for letting me in."Seth coaxed him with a calm and convincing tone.Dylan still hesitated. "But...""Remember. This concerns his life. I would not bother coming here if I did not care about Mr. Greenwood's failing health.""Suite... Suite Number One," Dylan answered. His voice sounded heavy and full of doubt, still unsure if he made the right decision. "At the end of the corridor... he sits inside alone. Waiting for his medicine to arrive."Seth smiled in sati

As soon as the door closed tightly behind Dylan, the commotion seemed to follow him out. Only silence remained. Seth also did not want to speak, because his wishes had been fulfilled so far.Jack Greenwood, still pale and leaning back on the sofa, now stared at Seth intently.His anger toward Morgan certainly overflowed, but his sharp political instincts never died."Now that the traitorous dog has been dealt with..." Jack broke the silence, his voice heavy and probing. "Who are you really? And what do you want from me to go through all this trouble?"Seth did not answer immediately. He looked at the old politician calmly, while in his mind, he called out to the system.'System, Affinity Index Jack Greenwood.'[Processing...] [Target: Jack Greenwood] [Affinity Level: 2%]Seth almost snorted loudly. Two percent? He had just saved this man's life and career from a deadly manipulation, yet his trust level barely touched the bottom.[ Did you expect him to love you? The target's previou

However, Jack’s affinity index also climbed due to understanding."No wonder you do not need money." Greenwood now understood that Seth was not bragging, but rather telling the truth. It was highly unlikely that Seth would ask for extra funds or anything else if his last name was Olympus."Mr. Greenwood, you heard it yourself. If even an Olympus trusts me, then you have no reason to believe those documents." Morgan assumed he had gained a powerful ally, so he continued to push Seth forward.Jack Greenwood slowly chuckled. An incredibly hilarious irony had just unfolded. Morgan had just used the very person who destroyed him as a shield."Morgan... Morgan..." Jack hissed, looking at the doctor with condescending pity. "Do you know who printed your illegal purchase records and brought them directly to me tonight?""Mmm..." Morgan shook his head, also confused about how Jack suddenly acquired that list.Jack pointed straight at Seth's face. "The person you are currently using as a shelte

The harsh vibration of the phone on the nightstand shattered Seth’s brief slumber in his apartment. He forced his eyes open, glancing at the digital clock that read just past seven in the morning.He frowned when he saw the name "Alastair Olympus" flashing on the screen. Why was his grandfather calling him this early? Seth guessed the old man wanted to remind him about the upcoming general check-up.Seth cleared his throat to steady his voice before answering the call, fully prepared to play dumb if Alastair brought up the hospital again. "Good morning, Grandfather—""What on earth did you do to your cousin last night, Seth?!" Alastair’s booming baritone voice roared through the phone, loud enough to pierce right through the speaker.Seth sat up instantly on the edge of the bed, his remaining drowsiness evaporating into thin air. "What do you mean? I did not do anything." He denied the accusation simply because he truly had done nothing. "I only returned home close to dawn after han