AAMON'S REIGN

"Hand over your money, you ignorant fool!" Bruce angrily shouted at Aamon as he delivered a forceful blow to his stomach, while four of Bruce's companions restrained Aamon.Aamon's injuries were severe, causing him to bleed heavily and struggle to catch his breath. His face was covered in blood, and his heart pounded in his chest. He yearned to retaliate, but the odds were stacked against him.They found themselves on the roof deck of the university once again, engaging in their usual routine of ambushing and assaulting him for no apparent reason. However, this time, their motives had shifted—they were after his money. Aamon endured relentless torment from these boys, facing the cruelty brought on by his orphaned status. Despite the excruciating pain pulsating through his head, Aamon clung tightly to the few bills in his possession, not letting go of them. "This is my only allowance for..." Aamon attempted to speak, but Bruce simply chuckled and delivered another blow to his stomach

Aamon's anger surged, his fist tightening and his teeth grinding together, his gaze fixed on Bruce and his gang with eyes ablaze. He was astonished by their words, unable to fathom their audacity in bringing him to the roof deck and requesting his silence. What's the secret they wanted him to keep? Was it the fact that they almost got him killed?With a furious laugh, Aamon advanced towards them, never breaking eye contact with Bruce. He was about to inquire further, his mouth poised to ask the pressing questions. "What exactly is the secret you're asking me to keep?" Aamon inquired, causing Bruce's expression to shift as he turned his gaze towards him. "Are you really expecting me to hide the fact that you pushed me off this roof deck and almost killed me, and it’s all because of bullies like you?" He inquired, yet received no response. Deep within, a seething rage consumed him. That he really wanted to confront Bruce and let out all of his anger was overwhelming, but he knew th

Deshna understood Aamon's curiosity about his parents, but she lacked knowledge about them herself. She felt uneasy about shattering his hopeful expectations."Unfortunately, I have no idea where they are," Deshna said with a sigh, causing Aamon's expression to drop. He felt let down when he encountered someone who claimed to have knowledge of his parents, only to discover that her understanding was quite limited. "It would have been better if you refrained from discussing something you have no knowledge of or any idea about their whereabouts in the first place" Aamon murmured softly, his optimism had been shattered."I understand your curiosity about your parents, the eagerness you have is motivating. however, I have limited knowledge about them myself, so I can only provide you with limited information." Deshna was giving Aamon an explanation."It's been a whole decade since they disappeared, and there hasn't been a single word about their whereabouts. But strangely enough, I coul

It was already too late before Aamon could realize that Deshna had already left him alone inside the garage. And upon his realization, there would be no way for him to actually be able to go to the party in his situation now.Suddenly, someone from behind Aamon abruptly cleared his throat, and this jolted Aamon to look around. He found a talk figure of a man in casual grey long sleeves and pants. “Welcome to the Silverine Villa, young master.” He instantly greeted Aamon.“Excuse me, but who are you?” Aamon promptly asked.“Apologies, young master. I’m Radcliff, although most people often call me Rad for short. I am the butler of the Silverines, and of course, I am here to serve you, young master.”“I see, Rad. Do you happen to know where Deshna could have gone?” Aamon, however, asked, suddenly switching the subject.“To be honest, I haven’t been able to speak with Miss Deshna. She was talking to someone earlier when I came to cross path with her. She just told me however to come for

Bruce eagerly anticipated the moment when Aamon would face embarrassment at the hands of the imposing gentleman in a tuxedo, who appeared to be the club's manager.A wicked smile spread across Bruce's face. He could already envision the immense humiliation that awaited Aamon. "Excuse me, is there an issue with the card?" Aamon nervously inquired. He suddenly felt a pang of concern as he wondered if the card Deshna had given him had been used too much and was now declined."Hey, Aamon, remember when you mentioned that someone gave you that black card?" Rupert leaned in close to Aamon and quietly voiced his concern, "Do you think this could be some kind of trap?""What do you mean this is all just a setup?" Aamon whispered his response."You know, like a scenario that places you in a life-threatening predicament? Just like this one." Rupert responded, his voice carrying a hint of fear.“You’re being irrational, Rupert. We couldn’t possibly die just because the card I bought declined.”