2026-09-02 05:13:08"Sir, you're wearing a suit; that's quite rare. What's the occasion?" Jasper chuckled lightly, staring at Jeremy, who was sitting relaxed on the sofa.
They had gotten to the restaurant and were now waiting for Mr. Jian.
"And they feel so darn uncomfortable," Jeremy rolled his eyes, looking down at the suit on his body.
He hadn't exactly changed since yesterday. He didn't really have any spare clothes.
The Raven family had made sure to throw the one he wore the day before away. So he had no other choice but to keep wearing it.
"Besides, I got married yesterday," Jeremy added, a grin spreading onto his face.
"Married?" Jasper froze, not believing his ears as he stared at Jeremy.
"Alright, stop acting as if you've never heard something like that in your life," Jeremy scoffed, waving his hand at Jasper, who immediately snapped back to his senses.
Jasper sighed and didn't know what to say. If all those ladies in the wasteland who were after Jeremy heard the news, who knew what they would do.
He couldn't help but swallow the invisible lump in his throat, knowing well, this was a secret he had to die with, even if he didn't want to.
"Tell me, have you started the investigations?" Jeremy asked, his voice turning serious.
"I've looked into it," Jasper nodded, also turning serious.
"On the day of the fire, according to what I found, the fire was deliberate and I think it was meant to kill you," Jasper explained, his voice becoming cold.
"Kill me?" Jeremy's expression changed as he wondered what Jasper was talking about.
"Before the fire, we found out that your half-brother had embezzled a large sum from the company and had pinned the blame on you."
"He planned to use the fire to get rid of you; that way it'll be more like a retribution to your actions and the case would never be opened again."
Jeremy's expression instantly became ice cold the instant he heard this. He had always thought the fire was accidental. But then after thinking about it, he realized something was wrong and had asked Jasper to look into it.
He didn't expect it to be this way. Kelvin's selfish actions had caused Sarah to lose half of her face and live in contempt for five years.
He had caused the restaurant a lot of losses. That was far too ruthless.
"So what happened when I didn't die?" Jeremy came back to his senses and asked, his mouth curled up into a smile.
"Well, seeing this didn't work, he took your credit and then the evidence of the framing he had prepared came into light, so naturally, your father banished you to the wasteland," Jasper replied, clicking his tongue; a hint of disdain could be seen in his eyes.
"I see," Jeremy chuckled and reclined on the sofa. On the day he was banished, Kelvin had played the pitiful brother and begged his father to send him to the wasteland instead.
But why send him to the wasteland? Why didn't he agree to send him to prison directly? He could have found a way to contact the prisoners there to make his life hell, right?
Unless what he really wanted was to kill him and get away with it without any suspicion. After all, the fire incident failed. If he died in the wasteland, no one would bother to know why that had happened.
"Jasper, I've got another task for you," Jeremy spoke, his eyes narrowing.
"Look into the assassination attempts I faced from the first year till the fifth year in the wasteland; I want to know who was behind it all."
"Understood," Jasper instantly pulled out his phone to make arrangements for it.
"What about the situation regarding my mother's death and also David's death?" Jeremy asked, his voice softening up.
"We are still looking into it, because the situation surrounding your mother's death has been over twenty years; it's a bit harder to look into." Jasper thought for a moment and gave a reply.
"As for David, I think we have a mole in our midst; else we wouldn't have suffered that much loss that day and David wouldn't have had to die," Jasper concluded, also clenching his fist.
He and David were the right-hand men of Jeremy. And they were close. Though not as close as David was to Jeremy.
But nevertheless, David's death also hit him as hard as it hit Jeremy.
"Alright, let's not decide yet. Also remember, we need to move quietly so as not to alert the snake," Jeremy reminded.
"Yes, Sir," Jasper nodded, also visibly calming down.
"We..."
Just as Jeremy was about to continue speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open and a tall, lanky figure in glasses walked in...
"I'm sorry for keeping you here," Jian apologized the moment he stepped in, his gaze landing on Jeremy and Jasper.
Seeing them, he couldn't help but swallow the lump in his throat, at the same time remembering what had happened a few years back.
These two had come to save him. He still remembered that fact clearly. But what he remembered more was the horrifying scene that took place right after.
With their strength, if they decided to start a family, they would become easily unrivaled even in the Capital.
Even his family had paid a painful price back then just to get them to act.
"Have a seat," Jeremy's voice came, pulling Jian back to his senses.
Adjusting his glasses, he sat down, facing Jeremy and Jasper.
"Alright, I won't waste your time; let's get down to business," Jeremy broke the silence, leaning forward, his expression also becoming serious.
"Mr. Jian, Mr. Jian..." A voice called as the door of the private room was pushed open and a man in his early sixties rushed into the private room.
"I forgot to give you the invitation for the banquet; that's my mistake," the man continued, not seeing Jasper and Jeremy as his attention was focused on Jian.
"I apologize for that but..." He proceeded, but stopped halfway
the moment he laid eyes on Jeremy and Jasper.
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The quiet of the secondary holding alcove beneath the Grand Atrium’s mezzanine felt suffocating, heavy with the smell of stale champagne and polished marble. Outside the velvet curtains, the orchestra continued its soft rendition of a classical waltz, while the muffled laughter of high-society guests echoed through the hall.Jeremy stood in the shadows, his back pressed against a cold stone pillar. His dark leather glove concealed the pitch-black scar across his palm, but his hand kept clenching and unclenching in an uneasy rhythm.Sarah stood directly in front of him, her face pale under the dim wall lights, her hands still gripping the lapels of his tuxedo."Say it out loud, Jeremy," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the silence between them. "Stop hiding behind code names and file numbers. Say what Alice meant."Jeremy stared down at her, his jaw tightening as he struggled to accept the truth after twenty years of lies. He closed his eyes for a moment and let
Alice Arrives
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The Meridian Institute
The rain had finally stopped by mid-morning, leaving the upper districts covered in thick fog that smelled faintly of exhaust and cold copper.Inside the subterranean command vault, three terminal displays showed architectural schematics, financial records, and corporate registries for the Meridian Institute for Advanced Neurological Research.Jeremy sat near the center console, his black coffee cooling beside his elbow as he studied the main display. Jasper worked through layers of encrypted corporate firewalls, while Sarah cross-referenced the medical staff records against the ledgers recovered from Jeremy's mother's estate."On paper, the place is spotless," Jasper said, bringing up the institute's public profile. "A private research facility specializing in pediatric neurological disorders, developmental trauma, and rare genetic conditions. They fund lower-district clinics, run charity programs, and publish research on neural mapping.""A perfect corporate shield," Sarah remarked,
The Man in the Photograph
The blue light of the high-definition monitor washed over the subterranean command vault, casting pale, flickering shadows across the concrete walls. On the screen, the surveillance image remained frozen in sharp detail.Jeremy didn't move. He stood so close to the monitor that his reflection overlapped with the image of the young man stepping out of the armored sedan.He studied every line and angle of the face staring back at him. The young man's hair was dark, cropped short with military precision. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones prominent. Just beneath his right eye, cutting through his pale skin, was a small, thin crescent scar that looked as though he'd gotten it years ago.Jeremy stared into those eyes, searching for some sign of recognition, a flicker of familiar emotion, or a memory buried deep in his past.Nothing.To him, the face was entirely foreign. The man looked like a stranger dressed in dark wool and tailored clothes, carrying himself with a cold, almost mechan
Elias
The storm outside had eased into a cold drizzle, leaving the air inside the subterranean command vault smelling of ozone, damp stone, and old paper.For four agonizing hours, the only sounds in the room were the rustle of yellowed documents, the sharp clack of Jasper's mechanical keyboard, and the steady hum of the tactical server racks.Jeremy sat at the central steel table, surrounded by piles of decrypted microfiche, estate ledgers, and shipping manifests salvaged from his mother's old personal archives. Beside him, a half-empty mug of coffee had gone cold, a thin film of oil settling over the surface.He didn't care. His dark eyes moved from line to line, following every transaction, corporate transfer, and hospital record bearing the Raven seal from twenty years ago.Elias Raven was a ghost.After his falsified death certificate at the Silver City Central Maternity Ward, his name had disappeared from municipal registries, family trees, and estate tax filings. It was as if the boy
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