2025-06-19 22:24:04"For God's sake, woman! I don't exactly enjoy being assaulted on my gorgeous face," Seth cursed, rubbing his stinging cheek.
It really hurt!
Rose covered her body but looked paler than usual. Her breathing was labored, her eyes blurring, her arms weakened even as she held her clothes tightly but her voice was still strong.
"I... I really misjudged you!"
"Come on. I was merely attempting to assist with your… condition," he said honestly.
But Rose wasn't buying it.
She’d been tormented by this illness for over twenty years. In that time, she’d seen countless top doctors and tried every so-called miracle cure under the sun. None of them worked. Not a single one.
There was no way a broke nobody like Seth could possibly fix it.
Pain surged through her again. Gritting her teeth, Rose struggled to reach for the fast-acting heart pills in her bag. But before she could touch it, Seth’s right hand shot out—his fingers tapped a few precise points on her chest in rapid succession.
A stabbing, bone-deep pain tore through her body… then vanished.
Just like that.
But now—she couldn’t move.
What the hell did he just do?
She looked at him in shock.
“Relax,” he said casually, “that was just the appetizer. The real treatment starts now.”
Seth rubbed his palms together, then began pressing firmly along the congested meridians in her chest. His hands moved quickly and deliberately. With one final strike, a surge of warmth burst through her body, like a dam breaking.
In an instant, her clogged meridians were cleared. Her internal organs felt lighter, freer—almost as if a lifetime of shackles had been lifted.
Rose gasped. The pain that had plagued her since birth… was gone. Completely gone.
How... How is this even possible?
“Get up,” Seth said with a teasing grin. “Or do you prefer lying in my arms?”
Flustered and humiliated, Rose scrambled upright, her cheeks burning. Even then, the shock hadn’t left her eyes.
“...Thank you,” she mumbled, her back to him. “But—how did you do it?”
“Well,” Seth shrugged, tone light, “if someone were born with talent like mine, and trained harder than anyone else on earth… maybe—just maybe—they’d reach a tenth of my level.”
There it was again—that unbearable ego.
Rose rolled her eyes. She should’ve known. Still the same shameless narcissist.
“Fine,” Rose’s eyes shifted slightly as she changed her approach “Then answer me this—who the hell are you, really?”
"A man, last time I checked," Seth replied, his eyes twinkling.
"I mean, where are you from?" She narrowed her eyes, struggling to keep the simmering anger at bay.
"The East," he said.
Rose's face tightened with annoyance. "Stop playing games with me! What's your name?" she demanded, realizing she didn't even know it.
"Seth! And if you really want to know who I am… perhaps I require another night," Seth said with a sly smile.
"You bastard!" She huffed, annoyed.
"I want nothing to do with you after today!"
She should’ve never shown that man any kindness.
Snatching up her bag, she strode straight for the door.
"Hey hey! My bad", Seth stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Let me at least take responsibility for my…mistake," he said, removing an ornate earring from his lobe and offering it to her.
"I don't need it," Rose gave the gaudy little thing a quick glance, her face full of disdain.
Seth gently pushed her against the wall, one hand trapping both of hers above her head.With the other, he swiftly pressed the earring onto her earlobe.
"Ow!" Rose glared at him in pain.
"When you're in danger," Seth said, his breath grazing her neck like a warning, "just press it—I'll come for you."
Rose's breath quickened as he pulled away from her. Before she could mutter another word, her phone rang in her bag.
She turned to face Seth, her eyes refusing to meet his.
"I have to go now" she said, clearly flustered before darting out of the room, answering the phone call on the way.
“Hi dad…….”
Seth smiled as she ran away, Seth reached into his pocket and answered the call he had been ignoring for some time.
"Lucas."
"GOOD MORNING SIR!" Lucas's voice sounded through the phone in all his reverence. Seth's smile quickly faded.
No one knows he’s the legendary market god—GOLDMASTER—a man who storms through the business world, stirs the tides, and with a flick of his hand can drag a dying empire back from the grave.
But for all his power, he’s a ghost in the flesh—shunning fame, avoiding the spotlight. Few have ever laid eyes on him.
Still, his name alone is a siren’s call. The world’s elite trip over themselves just for a chance to glimpse him, to beg for a word of wisdom.
So, with the government playing matchmaker, a deal was struck: once every five years, a luncheon auction with GOLDMASTER himself—a global spectacle unlike any other.
And this year, the stage is set in Velkor City.
"What's the matter?" Seth asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
"The location is secured, and the list of invitees has been finalized, sir," Lucas replied.
"Then I'll be with you shortly, after I've finished what I came here to do," Seth said.
"Does this have something to do with your… fiancée's wedding?" Lucas asked cautiously. Seth sighed.
"No, that doesn't concern me. I'm simply following my mentor's orders. That is all," Seth said, his voice brooking no argument.
"Do you perhaps want me to crash your Fiance's wedding? One word and it will be done" Lucas offered.
"That wouldn't be needed. I'll just drop it off and head home" Seth replied tiredly.
"I'll send some men to pick you up then. Sir." Lucas offered.
"No, Lucas", Seth rolled his eyes.
"I don't want an entourage following me to my fiancée's wedding."
"I prefer to remain anonymous. It's how I live."
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Chapter 94. A Deal in the White Room.
Seth’s POVThree days.That’s how long it had been since I last saw Lucas. Three long, empty days filled with sedatives, sterile lights, and the mechanical sound of my own breathing echoing against white walls. I’d been fed, spoken to, and put back to sleep like a lab animal. Somewhere between the second and third injection, I stopped resisting.My reasoning was simple, if I couldn’t think of a way out, I might as well do nothing at all. I let them poke, prod, question, and study. At least it gave them purpose.I didn’t have one anymore.The silence of the room had become a living thing, a companion that hummed softly in my ears. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt metal, a mix that somehow reminded me of the lab before it exploded. Sometimes, when I stared too long at the ceiling lights, I could still see the flash, the wave, the moment everything changed.That afternoon, if I could even call it afternoon, since the light here never changed, the door hissed open with its
Chapter 93. The Weight of Obedience.
Lucas’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, sealing Seth inside the sterile white chamber. The sound echoed in my skull like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, my hand still resting on the door handle, as if part of me was afraid that letting go meant accepting what I’d just done.The hallway was just as blinding as the room—white walls, white floor, white light. No warmth, no comfort. Everything about this facility was designed to strip the soul out of whoever entered.I finally exhaled, long and shaky. My lips felt dry, and I licked them instinctively, trying to ground myself in something human—something real. But the bitter taste of guilt lingered there.Seth’s voice still echoed in my head. The way he shouted my name, the confusion in his eyes, the betrayal that I couldn’t bring myself to explain.He had every right to hate me.And the worst part? He didn’t even know the half of it.I turned and began walking down the corridor, my steps heavy. The guards stationed near the c
Chapter 92. The Chair.
Seth’s POVWhen I woke up, I wasn’t sure if I was alive, dead, or something in between. My head pounded like a drum, and every muscle in my body ached. My vision blurred at first, then cleared slowly under the blinding white lights above me. Everything was sterile—too clean, too perfect. A white room. A single white chair. And me, strapped to it like a test subject in some twisted science fair.The air was cold enough to sting my lungs. My hands and legs were bound, but not by metal. It wasn’t steel or iron or any alloy I could twist or bend. The material felt strange—warm, flexible, and yet… unyielding. It was like rubber, but tougher. Reinforced. Designed specifically for me.I tugged at it once, twice. Nothing. No give, no strain. My pulse quickened.“What the hell is this?” I muttered under my breath. I pulled harder, twisting my wrists, trying to feel for any weak point, any tear. Nothing.Frustration rose in me like fire. “Hey!” I shouted into the blinding white void. “Is anyone
Chapter 91. The Golden Fugitive.
Seth’s POVThe moment I heard the words restrain him, something in me snapped. There wasn’t time to think, just pure, animal instinct. I ran. My feet hit the gravel so hard that I felt the ground dent beneath me. Then came the sound I’d been dreading, the sharp hiss and thunder of gunfire.Rubber bullets, I thought at first. It made sense, they weren’t trying to kill me, at least not yet. But there were so many, thousands of them. It was like standing in a storm made of pain and compressed air. Every impact jolted my body, knocking the breath out of me, but I didn’t feel torn apart the way I expected to.Then I realized why.My skin didn’t bruise.Each hit produced a faint metallic echo, a vibration I could feel down to my bones. I glanced at my arm while running and saw the faint shimmer of gold flicker across it beneath the moonlight. My blood, the thing that had terrified me since I woke up wasn’t just for decoration. It was protection. My body had turned into something else.The s
Chapter 90. The Breakout.
Seth’s POVI’d lost track of how many days I’d been in this sterile white box they called a recovery room. Could’ve been five, maybe ten. The food always arrived on schedule, usually tasteless mush delivered by a faceless guard who never looked me in the eye. The doctor supposedly advised against any physical activity or external exposure, whatever the hell that meant. They called it precaution. I called it what it really was... captivity.At first, I didn’t care. My body was still healing, still... changing. My reflection had become something I barely recognized. Golden veins that pulsed faintly beneath my skin. Eyes that shimmered like liquefied metal when the light hit them wrong. Machines around me glitched if I stared at them too long. My touch bent the steel railing of my bed like it was clay.But boredom is a dangerous thing. It breeds questions, questions that can kill you if you think about them too hard.Why hadn’t Lucas visited?Why hadn’t Alex?Why had the president’s aide
Chapter 89. Metal and Flesh.
Seth's POVI had been awake for hours, yet the room felt the same as it had when I first opened my eyes. Sterile white walls, the faint hum of machinery, the occasional beep from monitors that charted my vitals. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, a thin layer of hospital smell that clung to everything. And yet, despite the clinical monotony, nothing felt normal. Nothing had been normal since that explosion.I had been lying there for what felt like an eternity, confined to a bed that was far too small for what I now was. I hadn’t seen Lucas, I hadn’t seen Alex, and there had been no word from the president’s aide, just food, water, and the faint assurances that I was recovering. Recovering, as if I were some fragile human being, when the truth was far more complicated now.I flexed my fingers and noticed something strange. My skin glinted faintly gold under the harsh fluorescent light. My eyes, once dull brown, now shimmered like molten metal. At first, I thought I was imagining i
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