CHAPTER 4

" Hmm, that's interesting."

A tall silhouette stood before a large screen, a faint light outlining the dark smile tweaking on his red,thin lips. He held a glass, arms folded as he watched one of the screens glitch, then turn black.

"What a quick witted rabbit you are, you even destroyed one of my favorite cameras. You damned little thing", the man chuckled darkly, twirling the sparkling golden liquid in his cup.

"How exciting!!", his molten silver eyes flashed with interest as he sat on a large desk, supporting his broad figure with his muscular arms.

"Boss, we checked as you had asked...but we saw no one going in!!", a broad shouldered male spoke, his voice deep yet holding a hint of fear and reverence for the male before him.

"Are you sure?", the first male turned, pushing his champagne glass to the floor, the sound was sharp as shards of broken glass scattered around his feet.

The other man shuddered in fright, his head bowed deeply as cold sweat poured down his scarred face. Afraid that his life might be hanging in the balance, no one has ever crossed his boss and lived to tell the tale. He hunched over so deeply that his waist hurt, yet he never dared to raise his head.

"You know how much i loathe being incompetent", the boss grunted with displeasure, his long fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the wooden surface. Each strike a haunting blow to the subordinates ear.

The subordinate gulped down his saliva, anxiety welling up in his heart - one wrong word.... and he might not leave this room alive. Getting dragged out with a body intact would be an even greater mercy at his hands. "I'm certain....we had all footages reviewed, we saw no one,boss!!"

The boss tilted his head, giving this loyal yet somewhat incompetent subordinate of his a long, hard stare. Each seconds that passed felt like an eternity,the air becoming heavy and unevenly tensed between them.

" Very well then!!", the boss smiled, one that didn't reach his bloodthirsty eyes. " I'll give you today's grace, your salary has been deducted."

" Thanks boss, i truly appreciate your kindness and i shall never forget your grace", the subordinate fell to his knees with a loud thud - had it been an ordinary person, their knees would have definitely been shattered on impact.

The boss waved his hands, nonchalantly dismissing the other party without sparing him another glance. "Get on with the other things". He cupped his face, his eyes filled with obsessive indulgence as he stared at the person on the screen.

The subordinate felt true fear, seeing his boss obsessively fawn over someone else. He pinned his lips, quietly making his exit while trying not to disturb his master's peace. It's as it's said, 'See no evil, speak no evil.'

Alan sat on a sofa, wearing a thinly laced robe that barely concealed his fair, slender frame. He flipped over a magazine, popping a cherry into his mouth,his brows arched in satisfaction.

Ah, this really was the life!!. Sitting lazily at home while feasting on berries as you appreciate the expensive aesthetics - truly, nothing could beat this lifestyle. He sighed, stretching his legs as he hummed softly to a lively tune. After scouting out for the other hidden cameras, this was the rest he deserved.

He stood up, pacing around, suddenly feeling bored of the silent atmosphere. "How about we go for some shopping?." Alan clapped, beaming with a smile. "I don't quite fancy the previous host's clothing preferences", Alan stroked his chin, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

He rushed towards the grand wardrobe, scrunching his face as he scowled at the few pieces of unpresentable clothings the past host had. Finding an actual piece would take some time - he gave it a quick thought before tossing out all the clothes to the floor. Since he was going to get another set, there was no need keeping the old ones - just get rid of them while you can.

He settled for a pair of black trousers and a ripped shirt, then he picked up a black card from the cabinet. He grinned, the thought of spending money on himself made him giddy and nervous. In the past, he had always thought of others first and now for once in a lifetime, he could actually spend on himself without being called selfish or unfilial.

He smiled, picking up his car keys as he rushed out to the garage. His jaw almost dropped when he found out his ride was a limited edition Rolls Royce. The sight almost made him shed tears, he patted his chest, soaking it all in. His hands stroked the sleek, interiors of the car, glad that his life long yearning had been fulfilled.

He ignited the engines, listening to the powerful roars as he leaned against the driver's seat, pulling down his golden rimmed sunshades as he sped out of the garage.

Alan roamed around, a female assistant trailing behind him with a cart full of designer wears. He stopped, staring at a clothe sample with scrutinizing eyes. The silk cloth shimmered under the lights, giving off a noble aura. It was a two piece, with strings of thin silver chains attached at the v - necked collars that dragged down to the abdomen.

Truly exquisite.

"Mister, you surely do have a charming taste in clothes. This piece is a summer collection called Silk butterfly, due to its luminous texture and the it's made from finely weaved, silk fabric with strings of silver chains to represent elegance and nobility". The female attendant flattered, certain that the clothe had caught this customer's interest. "Given that you have a great figure, i'm certain that it would look absolutely great on you."

After how much he had picked out today, there's no way she was letting him off the hook. Afterall,the more he bought the more her tips would skyrocket. Just the thought of having such a large sum made her feel ecstatic.

Alan straightened his posture, his eyes straying from the mannequin to the attendant. It's obvious that she was trying to market her goods as he could already understand her reasons for doing so, but he felt that he could just pass out on this one.

"Mister, you can try it out first to see if it fits before purchase", the attendant leaned in, blinking her thin lashes.

Alan laughed, he had looked at the price tag earlier and the price could cost him an arm and a leg. "Wrap it up for me, i'll have to go."

The attendant bowed, masking the victorious smile on her lips - she'd nailed it!. "I'll have it wrapped up and ready to go in no time, Sir, you don't have to worry".

" No one's is allowed that piece of clothing!", a cold, haughty voice rang sharp.

Alan paused, feeling a little surprised. He turned around, coming face to face with a slender, young man. Behind him were a few hunky men clad in black - his bodyguards,he supposed.

The entitled heir turned to the attendant, his eyes lowered as he looked down on her, his gaze condescending and filled with reproach. "No one touches my stuff, so get your filthy hands off."

Alan watched the young man throw his weight around, silently wondering who the hell this person was. Given the fact that he had an escort, it showed that he was no ordinary man.

[ Host, this is the heir of the Chu family, the fourth son - Dylan Chu.]

[Congratulations on meeting a minor supporting character and triggering the plot.]

[ To complete this task, host is required to settle resentments]

[Any mediation system can be used, violence is highly condoned. Host is free to use whichever method best suits the situation . Reward - fifteen points].