ログインSilver Crest Real Estate — Top FloorLaughter echoed through the spacious office.Loud.Unrestrained.At the center of it sat a man in his fifties—his face sharp, eyes narrow and calculating. His smile never quite reached his eyes, giving him an unsettling presence. The kind of man who looked like he had built his empire on the misfortune of others.Renan Silvestre.Chairman of Silver Crest Real Estate.He leaned back in his chair, cigar in hand, clearly pleased."Another one?" he said into the phone."Yes, Chairman," the voice replied. "The land has been secured."Renan laughed."Good."He ended the call without another word.Then immediately dialed another number."Well?" he asked.A pause."…Not yet, Chairman."Renan's lips curled."I see."He leaned forward slightly."Then do what we always do."His tone turned casual."Use Aureline Corp."A pause."And get someone to play Lucien Cross."He smirked."Make it convincing.""Yes, Chairman."The call ended.Renan laughed again.Satisf
After the chaos outside was handled and the troublemakers were driven away, calm slowly returned to the orphanage.Director Margaret insisted they stay."At least have dinner before you leave," she said warmly.No one refused.—Inside, the atmosphere shifted again.Laughter returned.Children gathered around Seraphina, pulling her hands, dragging her into their games."Sister Seraphina, look!""I got the robot!""Mine can transform!"Seraphina laughed, crouching down to their level."That's amazing!"At the corner—A few boys kept glancing at Lucien.Whispering.Then finally—One of them walked up."Brother…"Lucien looked down.The boy raised his fist."Are you really that strong?"Another boy jumped in."I saw you earlier!""You punched the bad guy—boom!"He threw an exaggerated punch in the air.The others followed."Boom! Boom!""I'll protect the orphanage too!""I'm Brother Lucien!"They started imitating him—Poorly.Uncoordinated.But full of enthusiasm.Lucien blinked.Once.
The fat man collapsed to his knees."Mr. Cross! I'm sorry!" he cried out, trembling."I didn't know you were here!"Beside him, Scar Face blinked in shock—Then immediately dropped to his knees as well.Lucien looked down at them.Calm.Cold."So," he said, voice even, "you're saying you only do this when I'm not around?"The fat man waved his hands frantically."No, no! That's not what I meant!""I mean—I didn't expect you to come to a place like this!"Lucien tilted his head slightly."So I need to inform you where I go?"The man froze.His face turned pale.Lucien continued,"I came here with my wife."He glanced briefly at Seraphina."She grew up here."Then his gaze returned to the man."Didn't you do your research before pretending to be me?"The fat man lowered his head, shaking.At that moment—Seraphina stepped forward.Her voice was calm.But cold."Tell me," she said, "how long have you been harassing this place?"The man stiffened.Only now did he realize—She was here.Th
Lucien almost choked.'What the hell is that…'He stared at the overweight man.'That's supposed to be me?'He clenched his jaw.'With that face? That height?''I should sue him for defamation.'Beside him—Seraphina covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.She leaned slightly closer and whispered,"I didn't expect… that's what you look like now."Lucien: "……"He exhaled slowly.'I will deal with this personally.'Meanwhile—Scar Face stepped forward and bowed slightly."Mr. Cross," he said respectfully, "this old woman still refuses to sign.""It seems she doesn't take you seriously."The fat man took a deep drag from his cigar.Then blew smoke directly into Scar Face's face."You can't even handle a simple task?"His tone was annoyed.Scar Face stiffened.The man waved his hand dismissively and walked forward.Toward Director Margaret."Hey, old woman," he said arrogantly."Sign the contract.""Take these smelly kids with you and leave."Director Margaret's eyes burned with anger."N
Director Margaret frowned.Her gaze shifted slowly—From the scar-faced man…To Seraphina.Then to Lucien.Both of them were standing quietly at the side, watching.And yet—Everything the man was saying…Didn't match what she knew.The scar-faced man continued proudly."Our boss isn't just anyone," he said, pacing slowly."Aureline Corp? You've heard of it, right?"He didn't wait for an answer."They've expanded overseas.""Sakura Country. Dragon Country.""International recognition."He smirked."They're not just a local company anymore."He raised his chin."And Luminaire Crest Holding—"He emphasized the name."Used to be Hawthorne Crest.""Now under our boss.""They've shifted into tourism and attraction development."He gestured around the orphanage."That's why this land caught their attention.""Perfect for a resort.""Prime location."His grin widened."You understand now?"He leaned closer to Margaret."People like them…""…don't look at places like this as 'homes.'""They s
Director Margaret stepped forward, placing herself firmly between the men and the children.Her back straight.Her voice unwavering."I will never sell this place," she said firmly."This orphanage is their home."Her eyes burned with resolve."A home for children who have nowhere else to go."For a brief moment—Silence.Then—The scar-faced man laughed.Loud.Mocking."Did you hear that?" he said, turning to his men. "A home."The thugs burst into laughter."Such a noble speech!""Touching!"The man clapped slowly, sarcastically."You should be on stage, old lady."He stepped closer.Too close."You call this a home?"He looked around dismissively."A broken building with crying kids?"He leaned down slightly, his scar twisting as he grinned."That's not a home.""That's a burden."A child whimpered behind Margaret.Another started crying.The man turned his head toward them.And smiled.A terrifying smile."Well, well…"He crouched slightly."Why are you crying?"His voice was soft
Edmund looked at Seraphina once more.Then at Margaret.Then at Caleb.His expression darkened."Do you have no shame?" he said sharply. "We came here to congratulate her—not to spew nonsense and embarrass ourselves."He adjusted his suit, straightened his back, and turned away."Let's go."Margare
Chairman?Every head snapped toward Seraphina.Eyes widened.Breaths caught.Someone's pen slipped from their fingers.Chairman?The woman standing calmly in front of them—the one who had tested them, challenged them, and passed them—was the chairman of Aureline Corp.The legendary name.The unsee
A few minutes later, more than ten people—men and women—filed into the conference room.They slowed almost immediately.The space was breathtaking.Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around the room, sunlight pouring in, the city stretching endlessly below. A long table of dark wood sat at the center,
Julian smiled as he stepped forward.He gave Margaret and Caleb a small nod—subtle, approving—like a silent good job. In his mind, the scene had already played out perfectly: public pressure, moral accusation, reputation shaken. The usual.He adjusted his cuffs and turned toward Seraphina, voice ca







