Chapter four
“Lucas, how long will you keep fooling everyone? Don’t you think it’s time you spare us the act already?” Freya walked over and spoke disdainfully. However, Sonia, the other sales agent who saw this, was stunned, so much that her heart trembled. That platinum card could be used globally, and it had a balance of a whopping sum of money. Only those from a wealthy family could own this card. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her that Lucas must be a tycoon disguising himself. Just then, Mia, the other sale agent had already run off to bring the payment terminal. Already Lucas had proven it to them, so what was next? Lucas smiled and handed the card over to her. After she had inserted it into the slot at top of the payment terminal, she then swiped through a few features before giving it to Lucas to key in his password. At this point, most people were waiting for it to decline, especially Alexander and Freya. Ding! Payment successful! Right after Lucas keyed in his birthday day date which was the password, the payment was processed and the next thing was completed. Thud! Everyone became stunned. “That necklace is worth 1.5 million dollars, a Cartier edition yet he bought it?” “Someone hold me. I am going to vomit blood. This is so unreal. Is he a second rich generation that we didn’t know of?” “He must be concealing his identity, then.” At this point Lucas who was nothing but a trash bag became the topic of discussion and in fact, so many girls became fired with desire as they stared at him. He was suddenly their type. By the side, Alexander's heart burned even more. This Lucas was a poor bastard who ran errands to feed himself. How did such a thing happen? Are his eyes playing him or what? Not long ago, he showed his proficient knowledge of antiques. Wouldn’t this make him a clown? By the side, Freya was equally shocked. She pointed to the card that was now being handed back to Lucas and spoke. “You…how did you get that card?” That necklace was from Cartier, limited edition, and yet Lucas bought it without blinking an eye. He even owned a platinum card. The card alone cost a bomb. If only Alexander had bought it for her, she would have been the subject of attention by now. Lucas looked at her but didn’t say anything. He was still in a daze. He was yet to be accustomed to all this. Estelle gave him a card that had a million dollar minimum spending limit? Wasn’t that too much? She was just too much. His heart melted even more as he thought of this. Now everyone who had looked down on him was the one eating grass. They were too shocked to even speak. “Your excellency, can you wait half an hour so we can package the necklace up?” Mia said politely. Apart from how costly this piece was, he wanted it for someone as a birthday gift, so she thought about making sure it was perfect. Lucas became embarrassed as he noticed both male and female students in the store were staring at him, too shocked. He immediately wanted to leave the store. “Don’t worry, I don’t need any fancy packaging. The bag in your hand is fine.” Lucas said as he extended his hand to her. Reluctantly, the sales agent gave it to him like that. Since that was what he wanted, how could she decline him? Quickly, she handed it over to him while he turned to leave. However, Alexander sprang into action. He rushed over to Lucas' front and blocked him. “Don’t you dare think you can escape me today!” The ashen-looking Alexander said. How could he let Lucas go just like that? “What do you want?” Lucas asked coldly with a frown etched on his face. Smiling, Alexander harrumphed. “You can fool others, but not me. I’ve known you most of your life. You are poor. VERY POOR!” He made sure to emphasize his last words before he looked at the sales agent. “I’ll advise you to check who the real owner of that card is. I suspect this person to be a thief. Just look at him, if he can afford such a necklace, how can he dress like this?” He said. These words made so much sense, and everyone’s eyes widened. They looked at Lucas and the look of disgust in their eyes returned. How could they have fallen for such a scandal? However, they were grateful that not only did Alexander caught him, the truth was about to come into the light too. The sales agent, Mia, quickly rushed to his front and blocked him too. “Please, sir, you cannot leave. We will have to confirm this.” If this was just a scandal and since she was involved, she knew she would be jailed. Her heart kept pounding so loudly in her ears. Lucas frowned. He never thought that such a simple act would cause a stir and worst of it, they were thinking that he stole the card. Then again, Alexander had to do the worst by stepping on his nerves. While all this was going on, he took a glance at him, only to see he was smiling in contempt. Damn it! Lucas gritted his teeth. “Sir, the manager is coming. We will confirm this to make sure it’s not stolen or else we will be forced to call the cops on you.” Sonia, who was on the verge of accepting reality just now, spoke. The truth would be revealed soon. Alexander took his phone out and was ready to dial 911.Latest Chapter
Chapter 123
Chapter 123The silence in Charlotte’s suite was a physical presence, a weight that pressed the air from her lungs. It wasn't peaceful; it was the dead, hollow quiet of a stage after the audience has filed out, leaving only the echo of performed laughter. She sat on the edge of her lavender duvet, staring at the pristine white envelope propped against her vanity mirror. The Integrity Committee’s letter was a formal ghost, but the real haunting was the silence from the people who were supposed to be her shields.It was Freya’s Instagram story that had been the final, exquisite twist of the knife. A soft-focus shot of a journal, a steaming mug, the caption: *"reckoning with the stories we tell ourselves. #personaltruth #newchapter."* The comments were a chorus of supportive hearts and "So brave!" Freya was masterfully editing Charlotte—the co-author, the co-conspirator—out of the narrative entirely, reframing herself as a misguided artist on a journey of accountability. The jealousy tha
Chapter 122
Chapter 123The silence in Charlotte’s suite was a physical presence, a weight that pressed the air from her lungs. It wasn't peaceful; it was the dead, hollow quiet of a stage after the audience has filed out, leaving only the echo of performed laughter. She sat on the edge of her lavender duvet, staring at the pristine white envelope propped against her vanity mirror. The Integrity Committee’s letter was a formal ghost, but the real haunting was the silence from the people who were supposed to be her shields.It was Freya’s Instagram story that had been the final, exquisite twist of the knife. A soft-focus shot of a journal, a steaming mug, the caption: *"reckoning with the stories we tell ourselves. #personaltruth #newchapter."* The comments were a chorus of supportive hearts and "So brave!" Freya was masterfully editing Charlotte—the co-author, the co-conspirator—out of the narrative entirely, reframing herself as a misguided artist on a journey of accountability. The jealousy tha
Chapter 121
Chapter 121A few months later....For three months, Lucas had lived in this self-imposed exile. The sharp, promising scholarship student was gone, a ghost replaced by this pale, focused operative. His crime had been curiosity; his sentence, social and academic obliteration. The Sentinel System—the university’s all-seeing, all-judging digital panopticon designed for “community harmony and proactive wellness”—had been turned against him with surgical precision.It had started with a research fellowship under Professor Alistair Finch, a charismatic pioneer in campus predictive analytics. Lucas, diving deep into the Sentinel’s source code for his thesis on algorithmic bias, had found the “Oracles”: a set of privileged, hidden administrative accounts that could inject data, alter behavioral flags, and manipulate the all-important “Civic Trust Score” without a trace. The Oracles weren’t a bug; they were a backdoor, woven into the system’s very fabric. His forensic trail led not to a hacker
Chapter 120
Chapter 120The choice was made. Path Three: Subversion. Now, Lucas Johnson had to build his arsenal. His intelligence was vast, scattered across encrypted drives, cloud snippets, and the labyrinthine corridors of his own memory. To wage a war from inside the enemy's walls, he needed it weaponized: organized, accessible, and protected with the kind of failsafes that would make attacking him the costliest mistake Sentinel could ever make.He began by designing the architecture. This wasn't a simple folder of documents. It was a strategic database, a war room in digital form. He used a custom, open-source database platform, heavily modified and hardened, running on a standalone machine never connected to any network. He called it **Project Labyrinth**.**Labyrinth** was divided into interconnected sectors, each a pillar of the coming offensive.**Sector A: The Human Cost.** Here, he compiled the dossiers of every verified victim. Julian Morrow's toxicology report and the link to the Pal
Chapter 119
Chapter 119The blueprint was complete. The machine—Sentinel’s vast, silent engine of acquisition—was laid bare in his mind, every gear, every wire, every chilling protocol mapped. The inheritance, that shimmering miracle that had guided his life for years, was now revealed as the central cog in that machine. It was no longer a question of what had happened to him. It was a question of what **Lucas Johnson** would do next. He stood at a precipice defined by three distinct, terrifying paths.**Path One: Acceptance.** He could play the part. He could stop his investigation, allow the “tests” to conclude, and accept the full inheritance when it was offered. He would receive the keys to Tier-II assets: the investment portfolio, the seed capital, the life of secure, gilded comfort. In exchange, he would enter their world. A debriefing, likely with Dr. Aris Thorne or the ghostly Axiom. An orientation. He would be given a role—perhaps in SACE-PSYOPS, analyzing new targets. Or in Ouroboros, m
Chapter 118
Chapter 118For months, Lucas had been a cartographer of his own persecution, mapping each cruelty back to its source. He had charts of SACE's divisions, dossiers on operatives and handlers, financial trails leading to defense contracts and blood minerals, and chilling protocols for non-compliance. But standing back from the vast mosaic of data, a single, coherent image finally emerged. It was no longer a collection of terrifying parts. It was a machine. A machine with a singular, chilling purpose.Sentinel Systems was not a wealth management firm that dabbled in psychological manipulation. It was the opposite. It was a **human capital acquisition engine**, and wealth management was its camouflage, its fuel source, and its reward mechanism.The inheritance structure was the perfect cover. It provided a plausible, even laudable, explanation for sudden fortune. It attracted exactly the kind of individuals they wanted: the brilliant, the ambitious, the vulnerable outsiders hungry for a c
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