Chapter Eighty-TwoMarcus arrived at the Military Intelligence headquarters shortly after receiving their call.As soon as he entered the secured building, one of the officers greeted him with a polite nod. “Mr. Richmond, thank you for coming whenever we call you. We really appreciate your cooperation.”Marcus nodded calmly. “No problem.”The officer led him into a secured meeting room where several Military Intelligence officers were already waiting. Their expressions were unusually serious, and Marcus immediately noticed that this wasn't going to be a casual conversation.He glanced around the room before taking a seat. “What happened?”One of the officers placed a file on the table and opened it. “We have a few questions for you, Mr. Richmond.”Marcus leaned back slightly. “Go ahead.”The officer looked directly at him. “Why did you go to the Oligarchy Group a few days ago?”Marcus's expression remained unchanged. “I had something important to take care of there.”“We know that,” a

Chapter Eighty-Four"I think there's something going on" someone said. "Our stock are increasing?" . At first, the increase was small. Then it climbed higher, and higher. Within a short period, the company's value had increased to nearly three times what it had lost during the previous decline, leaving the entire financial department in confusion.“What is happening?” one of the executives asked, staring at the numbers on his screen in disbelief.“I don't know,” another employee replied. “The stock is still rising.”“Check the investment records.”“We already did.”“And?”The employee swallowed before answering. “Some of the investors who withdrew their money earlier have started returning.”“What?”“Not only are they returning their investments, but some of them are putting in even more money than before.”The room fell silent. Nobody could understand what had caused the sudden change. The company had been facing negative attention only a short while ago, so why were investors sudde

Chapter Eighty-Six Marcus stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. For several seconds, he simply stared at his reflection. He wasn't used to spending this much time worrying about his appearance. Normally, he would put on whatever was comfortable and leave without giving it a second thought, but tonight was different. He was going to a birthday party with Camellia, and judging by the dress code she had given him, showing up casually dressed wasn't an option.Marcus straightened his jacket and glanced at himself once more. His mind was preoccupied with far more important things than a birthday party. There were still too many unanswered questions surrounding Master Arthur, the Supreme Silver Ring, and the people who seemed determined to drag him into something he didn't understand. Yet he couldn't simply refuse Camellia. He had already agreed to go.Marcus sighed quietly. “Just get through tonight.”He reached for his phone, but before he could check the time,

Chapter Eighty-Eight The party had already become lively by the time Marcus stepped into the main hall with Camellia. The venue was filled with influential young men and women from some of the most prominent families in the city. Expensive dresses, tailored suits, sparkling jewelry, and the constant sound of laughter filled the large hall, creating an atmosphere of wealth and excitement.Marcus, however, barely paid attention to any of it. He stood quietly beside Camellia, holding a glass of juice while casually looking around the room.Camellia, on the other hand, seemed to know almost everyone there. She greeted a few people, exchanged pleasantries, and occasionally introduced Marcus to someone before moving on to another group.It didn't take long before people started noticing him.At first, there were only a few curious glances. Then the whispers started spreading.“Isn't that Marcus Richmond?”“I think it is.”“Wait... isn't he the man who's been appearing with Lady Wilson?”“L

Chapter ninety The car finally stopped in front of Camellia's house. Marcus turned off the engine and glanced toward the passenger seat. Camellia was still asleep, her head resting against the seat as she breathed calmly. The alcohol had completely worn her out, so Marcus sighed before stepping out of the car and walking around to the passenger side.He opened the door and leaned slightly toward her. “Camellia.” She didn't respond, so Marcus frowned. “Wake up. We're here.” Camellia slowly opened her eyes, looking confused for a few seconds before remembering where she was.“Are we home?”“Yes.”She looked through the window and slowly stepped out of the car. Marcus reached out to steady her when she nearly lost her balance. “Careful.”“I can walk,” she muttered.Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Then walk.”Camellia gave him an annoyed look before taking a few careful steps toward the entrance. The moment they reached the front door, it opened from inside, and a maid stepped out. She immedi