Chapter nine
A young man who was in his late twenties spoke. He was adorned in luxurious designer clothes and had blond hair. Beside him was a lady clad in a skimpy dress, and was holding his hand flirtatiously. First, he was irritated by the sight he was seeing and couldn’t walk away without remarking on it. Since he was a regular customer here, he deserved to give his opinion. Besides, money speaks, so he could butt into anyone’s business regardless of what it was. The lead receptionist, Jen, bowed slightly and apologized to him. “I am sorry, Mr. Ethan. We will take care of this right away.” “That’s great. I am planning to bring my friends over later on to have some fun. I won’t want them to see such an eyesore and think this place is of a low class. As a symbol of Blueville City, you need to cleanse your place of such kind of people. Quick, get the guard to send him out.” Mr. Ethan sneered, showing off his influential prowess. Since he came with a lady, he had to show himself too. “And don’t forget that my father knows Mr. Orion. Now do as I’ve told you to!” He added. At once, the lady who was in his arms began to worship him even more when she heard that he knew Mr. Orion. She didn’t know he had a strong social connection and what's more, he knew Orion Johnson, the manager of the entire blue vile commercial street. Even the receptionists, after being scolded, were still ogling at him in hopes that he would notice them and perhaps take their numbers. Smiling, Jen said. “Yes Mr. Ethan.” She then turned towards Lucas and at once, her expression turned cold. “You can get lost now! Or else I’ll call the security over to drag you out like a dog.” She harrumphed. “I see. I’ll go make a call then. Let’s see who you’ll drag out later on.” Lucas frowned as he turned back, pulled his phone out, and walked away. “This person certainly knows how to act like he is some big shot. Pathetic right?” Ethan sneered. “Mr. Ethan, please don’t take it to heart. We deal with such kinds of issues often here. Please don’t be offended.” Jen said apologetically. “Okay. Uhmm, Miss Jen, would you do me a favor and come over to have a few drinks with us when my friends arrive?” Ethan said suddenly as a thought popped into his head. “Sure. We will talk about it later.” Jen replied smilingly. Hearing this, Ethan smiled before nodding. He then took out his wallet and walked off to the counter to check in. Just then, some other receptionist who were starring the scene from afar walked right toward Jen. “Jen, you know Mr. Ethan?” All of them were stunned, as they didn’t expect such a notable figure to invite one of them for a drink. It was unbelievable. Jen immediately puffed her chest, looking proud. “Of course, have you forgotten why we chose to work here after graduating? That’s because we want to get our hands on tycoons like Mr. Ethan.” “Did you recognize the woman he came with? She’s a celebrity. Mr. Ethan's family is involved in real estate and his family network is over five billion.” “What? No wonder his father knows the manager. I never thought he had such high status.” The group of receptionist stared at Ethan as he walked off and was filled with so much admiration for him. Some had even started wishing they could hook up with him. They would have done anything just to make it happen. “Ooh, speaking of which, the manager Orion is in a meeting with the president of Blue Vile as well as the Blue Vile Chamber of Commerce. That loser dared to say he was looking for him? Such a joke!” Jen said scornfully. Then she remembered what Mr. Ethan had said, and at once her expression changed. She looked over in the direction he walked off to and was about to chase after him when she saw a glimpse of someone walking back to the entrance. She narrowed her gaze on him and gasped. It was Lucas. The damn fly had refused to keep his distance. Not her her but everyone thought he had left, but it seemed they were mistaken. He had come crawling back like a pest. “You, what are you doing here? Why did you come back?” Jen pointed at Lucas as she hollered. Her colleagues also turned in that direction, looking disgusted. … Meanwhile, at the same time, inside the most luxurious apartment in the villa, a middle age man with an outstanding presence was having a social meeting with a group of tycoons. There was a serious expression on his face, showing how serious the situation at hand was. This man was none other than Orion Johnson, the manager of blueville commercial street and was also a well-known figure known all over the city. However, he stood up and walked to the side room to make a phone call. Right after, his expression turned pale while his heart seemed to be thumping so loudly in his ears. Then to everyones surprise, he dashed out of the reservation, making then gasp. It was like he was being chased by his worst nightmare or something that was even worst. This gave them a sense of reasoning that indeed something must have happened. “What’s going on with the manager?” Everyone was stunned as they exchanged glances with each other. As for Orion, he wasn't concerned about his reputation at all. All he knew was that he had to settle out what he was warned about or else he was toast. Back to the lobby, Mr. Ethan was casually walking around to check out some best spot to show to his friends when he caught sight of Jen trying to fend Lucas away. He frowned and quickly rushed over to help her. “Miss Jen, why haven’t you called the guards over already? This punk needs to be dealt with seriously.” He gritted his teeth tightly. “I have called them over.” Jen nodded and right after several guards rushed over with electric batons and surrounded Lucas. Right as they were about to pounce on him, someone roared. “Stop right there! Don’t you dare touch him.” Everyone was shaken to the core by his thunderous roar and immediately paused in their attempt. “Manager Orion?” Jen and the other receptionist immediately stood by the side respectfully. They didn’t dare breathe. By the side, my Ethan wasn’t exempt either. He bowed slightly and spoke. “Mr. Orion, my name is Ethan, while my dad's name is Sawyer. You have met him previously in a business—-“ “Who are you? Get lost!” Ethan hadn’t completed what he was saying when Mr. Orion shoved him to the side as he reached for Lucas. His gaze narrowed as he studied his features, and it dawned on him that he had a keen resemblance to Estelle. His heart dropped as he asked. “Are you Lucas? Are you Miss Estelle's brother?” He asked, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “Yes, I am,” Lucas replied. Thud! Mr. Orion suddenly fell to his knees, shocking everyone and leaving their jaws to fall to the floor.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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