Pamela stood behind him with a faint smile on her face, watching everyone praise Gold Master. Then she turned to Lucas.
“Maybe he’s not so bad after all.” As the continuous chant slowly died down, some people became curious about how he was able to figure out that the antiques were all fake and decided to question him. “But how were you able to detect that they’re fake artifacts?” Mr. Gerald Thorne proceeded to ask, curiosity getting the better of him. Lucas was already expecting questions like this after he solved the case, so he had already prepared himself ahead of time with the words he would cloud their minds with. “Well, to be honest, it wasn’t easy to detect that they were fake. It was only possible because I studied archaeology as a student back in college, and I just happened to like documentaries, so I studied it in my free time along with antiques.” Gerald Thorne was amazed by his response, and so were some of the other guests. “Wow, what a magnificent student he is. It's hard to see potential like that these days.” “What great potential he has, he would do well on any archaeological site.” Gerald Thorne then proceeded to step forward, clearly astonished by his response, and handed him a sleek black card with the name of his business written boldly on the front. “Talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted on these grounds. If you ever feel the need to work, or if by any chance you need assistance, please reach out to me. I would be more than happy to assist you in any way I can,” he said, hoping to form an alliance with him. But he simply nodded, took the business card from his hands, and smiled openly. “I will definitely keep that in mind. If by any chance I fall into a situation like that, I will reach out to you,” he responded with a broad smile on his face for formality’s sake. “Very well. I will be waiting till then.” Gerald Thorne dropped his hands behind him as he slowly drifted away from where Lucas stood. Pamela still stood behind him as his conversation ended, and she still couldn’t believe what she had heard. ‘Archaeology? How many activities has this guy gotten into to master medicine, fighting, and now archaeology?’ Nothing was adding up from her perspective. It all felt too believable to be true. And not to think of the behaviour Jackie, Gold Master’s most trusted aide, displayed when their gazes met—even to the point of him hearing him out till the end of the subtle investigation he carried. In conclusion, Lucas was no ordinary man. He had to be hiding a secret identity he hadn’t told anyone about. Lucas turned to her after interacting with a few important guests at the auction, noticing her weary gaze fixed on him. He spoke out. “What’s up? Is there something on your mind you want to talk about?” She snapped out of her daze as she realized he was referring to her when he asked the question. “Oh no, it’s nothing. Just lost in thought,” she answered as she stared back at him. He watched her expression for a while before brushing it off as nothing. “Well, doesn’t seem like the auction will go on any longer. So, I’ll be heading home then.” He turned to leave but was immediately stopped by her. “Come on, I’ll drop you off along the way,” she called out, gripping the edge of his outfit subtly, stopping him from moving as she spoke. He glanced back at her from the corner of his vision, then down at her fingers gripping his clothes before responding. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” They both walked out of the auction halls together, side by side as they moved toward her car parked just outside the grand auction theatre, her driver waiting for her patiently in the front seat. They got into the car together and sat at the back, just as the driver ignited the engine, and it rattled to a start. She turned over to Liam, a thought lighting up her mind. “Right, before I forget—my grandfather eventually got a lot better ever since you treated him. And his birthday is coming up soon. I would be grateful if you could attend it,” she began, hoping for a good response from him. Lucas stared at her for a while, weighing his thoughts before he replied. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” “Thank you,” she responded as she faced forward, fixing her sitting posture. He smiled as he pulled out his phone and typed in a few words to Jackie, requesting for him to privately research the real Nocturne Blossom before slipping it back into his pocket and settling into the seat. On their way home, she suddenly started feeling drowsy and dizzy for a reason unknown to her—but they were the same symptoms as back when she used to have her seizures. “I’m not feeling so good, Lucas,” she called out to him as she gripped the door. He immediately turned and held onto her tightly, his grip firm on her shoulders so she wouldn’t faint. Then he turned to the driver. “Can you drive a bit faster?” The driver nodded and picked up speed. They arrived at his place on time, as she was already passing out, and he rushed her into his home, immediately laying her on his bed. He leaned closer and placed his head on her chest to feel her heart beating before he pulled open his drawer and took out a box case with his needles for acupuncture. He pulled off her clothes to avoid disruption from the fabric, leaving her underwear on to cover up her privates. “Alright, this will probably hurt a little.” He began placing the needles, brushing his fingers against her skin as he tried to find good points to place them. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers hovered above her chest region. “Just stay still.” Then, with a final thrust, he dipped the last pin into her skin just below the left side of her chest, and she moaned loudly from the pain. “Take it easy…” she whispered as she heaved, her voice low and seductive. “Sorry…” he murmured as he fixed the needles properly on her skin. Then he leaned in, his breath touching her skin as he checked her heartbeat again and noticed she was heating up. He dragged his bedsheet and pulled it over her, covering her legs from the cold. Glancing at her one last time, he pulled a chair closer and sat on it.
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014: Arrival
As the murmurs over the Yanhuang Wine gradually faded, Mr Alberto leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable, but his gaze locked with the unassuming man across the room. A hundred glittering guests watched in silence, waiting. The old man finally spoke, voice carrying effortlessly across the hall. “Young man,” he said, tapping a finger against his wine cup, “a wine like this isn’t something just anyone could obtain.” He paused, eyes narrowing with interest. “What do you do?” The man didn’t flinch under the scrutiny. But for the briefest instant, his expression wavered—something behind the eyes—before he replied with calm simplicity. “I was a medical professor,” he said. “Recently laid off.” A ripple of surprise rolled through the room like a shift in air pressure. A professor? And yet he dressed like… that? The stark black shirt.No timepiece, no visible brand. He didn’t even have a family name anyone could recall. One of the younger heirs muttered, “Why would a p
013: Banquette
The grand ballroom of the Imperial Heights Hotel shimmered under crystal chandeliers. Gilded columns framed the space, and soft music floated through the air, barely masking the buzz of anticipation. The city’s elite filled the hall—politicians, CEOs, legacy families—all gathered to honor Mr Alberto Bellingham, the ailing business magnate whose name still made boardrooms tremble. At the center of the room, a hush settled as Almonde Black stepped forward. Dressed in a jet-black tuxedo that hugged his frame a little too deliberately, he moved with the self-assurance of someone used to applause. In his hands: a lacquered rosewood box. He placed it gently before Mr Alberto and opened it with a dramatic flick. Inside, nestled in silk, lay a thousand-year-old ginseng—its roots twisted like aged fingers, its scent earthy and sharp even from a distance. Almonde bowed slightly. “A small token of admiration,” he said, voice smooth as oil. “This ginseng is the rarest in our collection. A t
012. Goldmaster 2
Pamela stood behind him with a faint smile on her face, watching everyone praise Gold Master. Then she turned to Lucas. “Maybe he’s not so bad after all.” As the continuous chant slowly died down, some people became curious about how he was able to figure out that the antiques were all fake and decided to question him. “But how were you able to detect that they’re fake artifacts?” Mr. Gerald Thorne proceeded to ask, curiosity getting the better of him. Lucas was already expecting questions like this after he solved the case, so he had already prepared himself ahead of time with the words he would cloud their minds with. “Well, to be honest, it wasn’t easy to detect that they were fake. It was only possible because I studied archaeology as a student back in college, and I just happened to like documentaries, so I studied it in my free time along with antiques.” Gerald Thorne was amazed by his response, and so were some of the other guests. “Wow, what a magnificent student he is.
011. Goldmaster
He had just interrupted Jackie.Goldmaster’s right-hand man.Whispers erupted like wildfire.“Is he insane? He just told Jackie to wait—”“Who the hell does he think he is?”All eyes were on Lucas now. But he stood there, perfectly calm.The elite guests stood rooted, their collective breath caught in a web of disbelief. Whispers rippled through the crowd, sharp and urgent, as eyes darted between Jackie and Lucas.“Did you see that?” a woman hissed to her companion, who shook his head, lips pursed, as if denying it could undo the sight. Across the room, a silver-haired tycoon muttered, “Impossible. Jackie doesn’t bow—not to anyone.” His words carried conviction, but his furrowed brow betrayed doubt. “It’s a mistake, right? A trick of the light?” another voice trembled, seeking reassurance, but their eyes stayed glued to Jackie’s lowering head.“No way,” he murmured, more to himself than the cluster of guests around him. “Jackie’s the king here, this kid’s a nobody.” Yet, as Jackie
010. Jackie
“A fake? Are you saying someone sold a fake at a Goldmaster auction? That’s impossible!”“You again!” a cold voice snapped, slicing through the murmurs of the crowd.“You've caused enough disruption.”Heads turned as a tall man in a crimson brocade suit strode forward from the shadows of the side wing. His presence radiated power. It was Alex Bulford, the true boss behind the auction.He stopped in front of Lucas, his gaze sharp and accusing.“I know your type,” Alex sneered, voice dripping with contempt.“Nothing is going for you in your own life, so you show up here—hoping to feel important on my turf.”He took a slow step forward, clearly enjoying the rising tension in the room.“A failure. Useless. Probably can’t even hold down a real job, huh?” His grin curled like a knife. “And now you’re here, trying to play hero? Who gave you the guts?”Alex raised a hand and pointed lazily at the door.“I’ll count to three,” he said. “If you’re still standing there when I’m done—don’t blame
009. The Auction 2
The inner hall of the auction house shimmered with opulence, lit by chandeliers that spilled gold onto velvet carpets. The room buzzed with excitement as guests took their seats in semicircular rows around the central stage. Lucas and pamela had just entered the hall, and took their seats at the back row.A hush swept through the grand hall as the first item was wheeled onto the stage under a velvet cover.Pamela Bellingham adjusted her gloves with poise, then leaned slightly toward Lucas, who sat beside her with an air of casual detachment.“Which one is it?” Her gloved hand gripped his sleeve as her eyes fixed on the row of upcoming auction items.“Just tell me which herb we need, Lucas. I'll buy you anything you need.”Lucas turned to her with a crooked smile. “Anything?”She rolled her eyes. “Yes, anything.”He chuckled softly. “Even the grand prize of the night?”He gestured toward the display pedestal where the shimmering gold envelope sat—Goldmaster’s invitation-only lunch, r
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