Fabien's gaze darkened after ending the call. He understood the current situation was unfavorable for him. Still, Fabien believed he could always find someone to replace Virgil. As long as he remained in control, his subordinates were interchangeable.His immediate goal was to de-escalate the situation. With so many media outlets present, he had to ensure he wasn't implicated.Unfortunately, things weren't going as planned. The moment he entered the event, he ran into Declan D'Amico, who was preparing to leave.A sinking feeling settled in Fabien's gut. Something had changed."Mr. D'Amico, leaving already?" he asked.Declan nodded. "I have another meeting to attend."Rather than stop him, Fabien chose a gentler approach. "I've held you up today. Allow me to make it up to you properly another time."Declan said nothing, but his secretary stepped in. "Mr. Langford, Mr. D'Amico has to go. Let's continue this another day."They turned to leave. Fabien, ever mindful of appearances
Before Landon could answer, Dewey called out from across the set. "Leon! We need to reshoot one scene!" Leon craned his neck and shouted back, "Coming!" Landon did not say anything more. As a major business figure, if he showed his face over there, the entire production would come to a standstill. However, only Clary knew about his visit, and everyone else just assumed he was one of Leon's friends. Unlike Clary's respectful attitude, the crew weren't really bothered to go over and greet Landon. "Mr. York, why don't you wait at the hotel? I'll tell Leon to drop by when he's done filming." Clary stood nearby, speaking quietly. "The environment here isn't great, and I'm worried you'll find it uncomfortable." "It's fine." Landon glanced toward the filming in progress, eyebrows slightly raised. "I'll wait for him to finish." Clary hesitated. "Yes, sir." Landon's presence was too intense for normal people to handle. As Clary turned to leave, Landon spoke again. "Did she not cal
Members of the Infernal Order stared in disbelief as they could not process what they were seeing. Kieran was their mentor. By all logic, an arcane master's Decator Essence couldn't be destroyed so easily. Only an Arcane High Priest could damage someone's Decator Essence on purpose. But that wasn't what happened today. Homer hadn't moved an inch. Aria was just a rogue cultivator with a demonic form; she was not even properly trained. She could see spirits only because of her birth signs, which might activate under specific circumstances. The arcane seekers had seen this kind of thing before and hadn't thought much of it. But they couldn't understand how Kieran's Decator Essence could possibly be destroyed. Kieran froze as he stared at his palm. Then, sudden pain made him clutch his head. Any arcane seeker could see his spiritual energy dissipating. When someone's Decator Essence was destroyed, they would not be able to hold onto their arcane abilities, and all their beneficen
The Jastrows could never rise again. No amount of money could suppress the spreading news. Everyone in the banquet hall stared at their phones, then back at Virgil and Leif with eyes full of disgust and condemnation. Kieran had not even grasped what was happening yet when some reporters with strong moral convictions shouted, "They must pay with their lives! Not just the Jastrows, but the arcane seeker who helped them. He should pay with his life too!" Kieran's brow furrowed as he prepared to speak. Behind him, his disciple tugged at his clothes. "Mr. Simeon, the situation online has gotten really serious." "That doesn't mean we should help a vengeful spirit take a living person's life!" Kieran scolded. "Leif was wrong, and our sect will deal with his mistakes. But helping an evil being instead of banishing it violates the Divine Laws!" Aria scoffed. "Who's the evil one here? I've heard enough of your self-righteous preaching, Mr. Simeon." She glanced sideways. "Caelia, go do
Perhaps it was Caelia's heartbreaking voice or the depth of emotion in Sean's eyes, but the reporters filling the banquet hall felt uncomfortable. Many could not bear to look at the siblings. Their phones kept buzzing with notifications, and every trending topic was related to Caelia and Sean. Sean's background stood out. Before seeking revenge for his sister, his record had been exceptional. In fact, he had volunteered for numerous suicide missions. A man with a once-brilliant future had lost everything in just six months. He'd done nothing wrong—his only crime was filing complaints. Caelia's case clearly showed that there were some hidden truths. Someone finally dared to speak up, and it was Caelia's former manager, Kristen Pate. She had kept quiet before, as she was terrified of the Jastrows' retaliation. The Jastrow family was too powerful. They'd threatened Kristen's family, warning that if she leaked even a hint about the incident, they'd make her entire family disappea
The cameraman Aria had called out now revealed his face. A prominent scar marked his brow. Virgil had assaulted too many starlets to remember them all, but he couldn't forget about Caelia Cross. Not because of her beauty, but because her brother, Sean Cross, had actually risked his life seeking revenge. After his formal complaints went nowhere, Sean had tried to stab Virgil in secret. Virgil had many bodyguards, so they had stopped his attack, and that scar on Sean's face had been left by Virgil's men. Since then, Virgil had grown cautious about crossing people with military backgrounds. Regular soldiers were one thing. But even Virgil's bodyguards had warned that Sean had likely served in special forces and completed classified missions. They had told him to not go too harsh on Sean. Official investigations into certain kinds of personnel could attract unwanted attention. That was why Virgil hadn't tried to kill Sean, but he'd pulled strings to have Sean demoted to a regular u