"What are you doing here?"
Adrian couldn't believe this. Teresa was right there all along and the school authority allowed her to listen in on their conversation? She was just a student like every other person, why allow her such admonition? "Well, Miss Williams is the victim in this case. She surely deserves the liberty of presence through the entire hearing." More like Ricardo had paid his way through to allow her interfere in this interrogation. That way they could make sure Adrian lost completely. Why else was she all dolled up like a wedding bride? "This monster tried to rape me. He should be in a prison somewhere now, I can't even bear to look at him. He is terrifying." She pointed her fingers at him while keeping a safe distance, as though he was some vicious threat she shouldn't be anywhere around. "What are you talking about? I even bought you a present for Valentine, why would I try to force myself on you?" "Because I rejected you." Adrian was silent for a while. She did reject him, and it did hurt him to his bones. But that did not mean he went down the spirals into the most villainous arc of himself. He was never going to do something as disgusting as rape! "Mr Blood, you are awfully silent. Do you not have anything to say?" Donald wasted no time to note. "Did you not get rejected by Miss Williams here on the 14th of this month?" "I did..." "And what did you do afterwards?" "I... Nothing. I tried to talk but I was attacked." "Are you sure you were not attacked for a different reason? Maybe something you tried to sneak use on her...?" "What?" That didn't make sense. What would he try to use on her? "Like the so called present you bought for her that night." One of the female panels said. Then they brought out a dirty little box, half wrapped with pink and white foils. Adrian recognised the present he had gotten for Teresa. He must have left it in that smelly wasteland when trying to complete his mission last night. But something was different, the box had been opened. Donald pushed the box towards him with a long steel, making sure not to touch it. "This was found by one of our investigators, the present you got for Miss Williams. Will you take a look inside?" "It's just a diamond necklace..." "Take a look!" Confused, he took a look. What awaited him was the little note he wrote for her, the diamond necklace he had gotten with all his savings, and one small unfamiliar jarred container which he had never seen before. It looked like a box of perfume, but he wasn't sure. "What is this?" "Are you asking us?" "Just that I have no idea..." "This is the substance which you planned to give to Miss Williams, disguised as a deodorant so she would use it on herself. It's a drug. It makes the victim weak and sexually hyper active. That way, you can have your way with her." "But I have never seen this in my life!" "But we found this in your box!" "I haven't seen the box either since I left it on the wasteland..." "More and more excuses. Cut it, young man. I think this case is decided. You had malicious intent towards Miss Williams. This case is going to the police." Now Adrian always knew that just like the students, the lecturers and executives of this school did not like students like him who came in on scholarships. They saw them as leeches, parasites, taking knowledge from a place they did not belong. A chance to get rid of such students did not come often. They wouldn't miss this one. Afterall Adrian didn't have rich parents, so there was nobody to help him. Nobody but the system. He searched in his mind, calling for help. "Hey system, if you were waiting for me to ask for help, now is the time. What do I do in this situation?" "SYSTEM NOT AVAILABLE FOR ANCHOR AT THE MOMENT". Damn it. He was on his own. "From now on, you're stripped off the scholarship until further notice. You are no longer a student of this school till this case is settled." Donald declared after consulting silently with the rest of the panel. "Dismissed." As the panel began to pack their things, Teresa came closer. She whispered in Adrian's ears. "It was all going fine for you until you dared to think you deserved someone like me. Your entire family's net worth is nothing compared to the greatness I am destined for. That's if we can say you have a family. Hollywood awaits me, why would I stoop so low to your level? Ricardo is rich and influential, you will never catch up. I mean, you had a chance with the scholarship, but now that's gone." A smirk as she departed slowly. The system came back online just then, whispering into Adrian's mind with a vital information. "Wait!" Adrian's voice rang through the entire room as everyone stopped dead in their tracks. "I studied the school rules when I first got admitted. As a student on scholarship, you can't just strip me off studentship until further notice." "Well..." Donald stared at Teresa, as if reluctant to affirm the truth. "You can continue to take classes. But that's only if you can pay the sum of a million dollar. You and I know you don't have that." The entire room erupted in laughter. How could this loser who was pitied with a study scholarship ever amass that amount of money? Not even in a thousand years. "Is it not time to give up, Adrian? There's nothing you can do. Go back to the slums where you belong." Teresa folded her arms with pride and the panel nodded in submissive agreement. "Well, I have a million dollar. And I'm willing to pay it right now." Everyone stood stoned for almost a minute. Then someone broke the silence with a super loud contagious laughter. The rest took suit, wondering if Adrian had suddenly run mad. "Find your way home, boy." Donald shook his head amidst laughter, trying to leave again. "No!" Adrian brought out his old ATM card, not joking around. "I want to pay now!" They looked at one another in shock. Nobody could say another word. Was he really serious? Or was he just being a clown? "Are you really dumb enough to think that old dirty thing would ever dispense that amount of money? In your dreams." Teresa scoffed. "I say let's find out." He was so confident. "Fine!" Teresa signalled to them. "Let him do it. This should be interesting." Teresa knew how much Adrian struggled. She knew it took his entire savings of an entire year to get a meaningful present for her. She knew he couldn't afford to rent a proper place for himself. She knew he had no true family to call his, that he was adopted by a working maid. She knew there was no way in seven hells he would have that sort of money. But she didn't know how much had changed since she left him. She didn't know about the system. She didn't know about the mission to save Lyana Rodriguez. She didn't know about the one million dollar reward. She didn't know anything about him anymore. This would be a massive shock. "Fine! Bring the machine!" The money machine was hurried in earnestly by the secretary. She took the card and inserted it. "Your PIN sir..." She requested that Adrian pressed in his four digit code. Adrian paused. "What is it, Adrian? You're suddenly getting cold feet? Cold fingers perhaps?" Teresa rolled her eyes. Adrian only smirked. "No dear. I am just getting started." Then he pressed the buttons. "There! The money has been sent." The secretary announced to an unhappy crowd. They all froze like ice stones from the north pole. "How? How is that even possible?"Latest Chapter
Chapter Three Hundred Eight
Many years ago, when the old butler was first arrested, some people thought he would soon confess to aiding his son in his crimes as soon as he realised that he had been abandoned. But that never happened. Inside his prison cell, the old butler maintained that he knew nothing about the murder.He denied every allegation brought against him, insisting that he had neither participated in the crime nor known anything about his son's involvement. The only thing he eventually admitted was that he and Baldwin had not been on speaking terms for several years."Baldwin is a foolish boy," he told Sebastian Waters and Lyu during one of their conversations. His voice carried the bitterness of a disappointed father. "He has always been foolish. He dreams of things that are beyond his reach, things he has no business desiring."Lyu remained silent, allowing the old man to continue."Some people are born into certain positions, and there is nothing wrong with accepting the life that comes with it.
Chapter Three Hundred Seven
Through the scope, Lyu continued observing the two men seated across from each other.The younger man was the original target, but his attention had gradually shifted toward the individual sitting opposite him. The meeting appeared cordial enough from a distance. A low table separated the two men, with a tea set placed neatly between them. One seemed to be making an offer, while the other listened.Lyu adjusted the scope slightly. Then his eyes narrowed."Baldwin Manchester." He recognized the man immediately.Although several decades had passed since their last encounter, there was little doubt in his mind. Time had added a few wrinkles to his face and silvered his hair, but certain features were difficult to forget.Who would have thought their paths would cross again under such circumstances? He remembered him from a different time, when the Rodriguez family was a dynasty full of flourish and the household operated under the authority of Lyana's grandfather.Baldwin had been the so
Chapter Three Hundred Six
Fists pounded against the restroom door."Mr. Blood? Is everything all right in there?"Adrian stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar. He had already regained control of his emotions, but the revelation about Lyana continued to weigh heavily on his mind. He needed to act quickly. Every second spent here was a second wasted."I'm fine," he replied."Then perhaps you should come out, sir. Mr. Manchester has been waiting for some time."Adrian ignored the remark.For a few moments, silence settled outside the door. Then came another knock, harder than the first."Mr. Blood, we really need you to open the door."The concern in the guard's voice had begun to sound like a lazy attempt to conceal growing impatience.Adrian Blood narrowed his eyes. What's the hurry? He moved away from the mirror and stood beside the door, listening carefully. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps retreating. One of the guards had apparently moved farther down the corridor to make a phone call."Sir,
Chapter Three Hundred Five
Five minutes passed, and the target finally arrived.A black car glided beneath the hotel's grand canopy, its polished surface reflecting the golden lights illuminating the entrance. A doorman hurried forward to open the door, and a young man stepped out, straightening his coat before making his way toward the building.Lyu adjusted his position, bringing the man's face into focus through the scope.It was him.The same young man from the photograph.Lyu studied his features carefully, comparing them with the image he had memorized. The dark hair, the sharp contours of his face, the composed expression that seemed almost indifferent to the world around him. There was no mistake.Yet, as he watched the young man approach the entrance, that familiar sensation returned.It was faint but persistent, like a distant memory buried beneath layers of forgotten experiences. Something about the young man's face stirred a feeling Lyu couldn't explain. It was as though he had encountered him befor
Chapter Three Hundred Four
London greeted Lyu with rain.It fell in thin, gray sheets across the airfield as he descended the airplane's narrow stairs, his single suitcase in one hand, the briefcase Joseph had left him in the other. The cold found the gaps in his coat immediately, and he welcomed it. Cold was clarifying. It kept a man from thinking too much, it kept a man alert.He cleared immigration without incident, a tired old traveler with nothing to declare, and had barely stepped into the arrivals hall when the phone they had forced on him vibrated against his chest. A message from an unknown sender. No greeting, no signature, only an address in a district he did not recognize, typed out in plain text as though it were a restaurant recommendation.He was still staring at it when the phone rang."Mr Lyu." The voice was male, young, careful in a way that suggested a script. "You have received the address." The voice did not await his response."Proceed to it. Your assignment will be waiting there. The det
Chapter Three Hundred Three
Lyu sat alone on a hard plastic bench near his departure gate, a single suitcase resting against his leg, watching the departure board flicker through its endless rotation of cities and times without truly seeing any of it. His mind had drifted backward, unwillingly, to the room he was in just a few hours ago.Melissa's voice still echoed in his ears, cold and satisfied, delivering her ultimatum with the same casual cruelty she had always worn like perfume.You will do exactly as I ask, or your daughter dies. It really is that simple, Lyu. That was the way she made her threat just after the call ended in her room. Lyana had been captured, and only Lyu could save her now. The only way to do that was to obey Melissa's instructions.She had wanted someone dead. She had refused to name the target outright, only informing him that the man he needed to kill was currently in London, and that further instructions would reach him the moment he landed. It had unsettled him more than he cared to
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