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Chapter ninety nine
Just then, Elvis stepped into the Modudu living room, led by one of the guards. His footsteps were calm but firm, his presence carrying an unsettling confidence that made Sophia narrow her eyes at him.“Good day, Emperor,” Elvis greeted respectfully. Then, without waiting for a reply, he added, “Please, can I see your palm?”Sophia’s mouth fell open. “Gosh! I can’t stand this quack healer!” she snapped, her voice sharp. “What does his palm have to do with his state, huh?”Turning to the emperor, she pointed accusingly at Elvis. “Grandpa, this guy is fake. I’m sure if you call the Dagreen butler, he will confirm it!”“He isn’t,” the emperor said softly, his tired eyes suddenly sharpening as they fell on the leather bag slung across Elvis’ shoulder. The faint golden embroidery of the Dagreen logo glinted under the light. “He can’t be fake. You don’t get the original Dagreen logo unless you are truly one of them.”Sophia clenched her jaw, annoyed that her grandfather was entertaining thi
Chapter Ninety Eight
Sophia’s sharp eyes bored into Elvis like sharp blades, her jaw tight and her fists clenched at her sides. The atmosphere around the gate thickened, the guards standing straighter, ready for her order. She hoped to see fear flash across his face — a flinch, a step back, even the smallest sign that he knew his life was hanging by a thread.But there was nothing.Elvis stood there, still as stone, his face calm and unbothered, as though the war goddess before him was just another soldier. His lack of reaction made Sophia’s chest tighten with irritation. She could feel a slow heat rising in her neck.“Do you know who I am?” Her voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. She wanted to hear him say no. She wanted to know that ignorance was the reason for his boldness — because if he knew and still dared stand like this, it was pure disrespect.But Elvis’ answer stunned her.“You’re General Sophia Modudu,” he said without blinking. “The war goddess. Heiress to the Modudu dynasty.”The
Chapter Ninety seven
Elvis sat on the edge of his bed that night, his elbows on his knees, staring at the ring on his finger. The glow from the ring was faint but steady, pulsing like a heartbeat. It wasn’t just shining, it was calling him.It was as if the ring itself was speaking in a language he didn’t understand but could somehow feel. The message was clear: Go. Hear the emperor. Do what the butler told you.Elvis let out a slow breath and leaned back against the wall. For the first time since he had returned home, his restless spirit felt calm. The ring’s glow was oddly comforting, as though it had taken away every doubt he had been nursing since the butler told him about the betrothal and the emperor’s illness.“Fine,” Elvis muttered to himself. “If this is my path, then let’s walk it.”That night he slept peacefully, and before dawn broke, he was already awake. He dressed carefully, putting on the commoner-style clothes he had chosen the night before. His appearance was deliberately simple: a pair
Chapter Ninety six
Elvis let out a loud chuckle that echoed through the high-ceilinged living room. He leaned against the armrest of the sofa, staring at the butler as though he had just told the funniest joke of the year.“You’re joking, right?” Elvis asked, still chuckling.But the butler didn’t laugh. He stood tall, his wrinkled face serious, his hands folded behind his back.“No, Master Elvis,” the butler said quietly. “She is your betrothed—according to the Dagreen tradition.”Elvis froze, his laughter cut short. His smirk melted into disbelief.“You mean that rude, arrogant lady is my betrothed?” Elvis asked, his voice carrying disbelief and a touch of irritation. He pushed himself off the sofa and began pacing across the room. “I’ve never heard a single good review about her. In fact—” he turned back to face the butler, his brows raised— “just a few hours ago, I heard one of her terroristic reviews! People actually call her a nightmare to work with!”The butler didn’t flinch.“Young master,” he s
Chapter Ninety five
Elvis sat beside Celine’s bedside, his face heavy with guilt. Her pale skin, bruised arms, and the weak rise and fall of her chest made him angry with the marks even more. “I am sorry I put you into danger,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost breaking. “This will happen often if you stick with me, Celine. My life is dangerous, and I do not want your blood on my hands.” Celine slowly turned her head toward him, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the pain in her eyes. “This… is nothing compared to all I have been through in life.” Her tone was weak, but there was a strength hidden beneath it. Elvis studied her face. The way her smile trembled told him it wasn’t just empty words. “You sound like you have gone through a lot,” he said carefully. Celine gave a small nod, her eyes glistening. “Worse than you could imagine, sir.” Her voice cracked as she sniffed softly. The room fell into silence. Elvis leaned back in his chair, unsure whether to press further. But curios
Chapter ninety four
From the doorway, armed men in black tactical gear stormed in. Their boots pounded the floor in perfect rhythm, their weapons raised with military precision. Helmets glistened under the bright hall lights, and the dark visors covering their eyes gave them a fearsome, faceless dominance.Every man in the hall froze. The only sound was the steady clink of the force team’s gear as they spread out, forming a tight perimeter.The insignia on their shoulders gleamed.The Highest Ranking Force Team.Gasps rippled through the crowd of hoodlums. Even the bravest among them paled.General James stiffened, confusion flashing across his eyes. He gripped his cane tightly and barked, “What are they doing here?”He couldn’t recall inviting them—he never had, and he never would. Not even to settle bigger wars. The Highest Ranking Force Team were dreaded, powerful, and most importantly, expensive. Their involvement cost millions of dollars. James had always seen them as greedy dogs in uniforms. Why wa
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