مكتبة
بحث
بيت / Urban / The Return Of Killian Dante / Chapter 6: In the lobby of arrogance.

مشاركة

Chapter 6: In the lobby of arrogance.

مؤلف: L.M.Daveth
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-02 00:30:27

And Killian began taking lessons from Master Chen. He taught him everything from fighting techniques to medical knowledge that could kill and revive and survival methods that makes you walk through hell.

The lessons were extraordinary.

Killian mastered everything in 720 days when it would take one thousand years for beginners to learn it and another five hundred years to master it.

He ascended to the god level in seven hundred and twenty days while the Ashbourne family thought they'd broken him in exile.

"You're born for something greater, kid" Master Chen would always say. "No one has mastered those skills faster like you did."

You're the invincible one."

The lobby of St. Augustine Hospital buzzed with the mixed rhythm of patrons conversations, clatters of nurses rushing into the emergency ward rolling gurney and calling for doctor attention. Killian Walked straight to the receptionist desk, a young woman sat behind, finger clattering across keys with purpose, a badge pinned to her chest, revealing her status in the enormous infirmary: RECEPTIONIST HEAD.

"Good afternoon." Killian stopped at her desk. "I ask of Sandra Whitmore." He said directly.

The receptionist paused mid-work. Her head snapped up in surprise like she'd heard something wrong. Her expression twisted slowly as she looked Killian up and down in condescension.

"And who are you supposed to be to Mrs. Whitmore to address her like that? What business does someone like you have with her? Dressed like this? Even coming here without a formal appointment."

"Even Mrs. Whitmore's cleaner shouldn't dress like this."

Her gaze was judgement and mockery.

"It's Personal business." Killian said simply. "It's between me and Sandra Whitmore. Just let her know about my presence. Tell her Kill..."

"Excuse me!" The receptionist cut him off with a hiss. Her voice was raised now, loud enough to cut through the lobby's frantic rhythm and turn heads in their direction.

Her expression was pure distaste. Behind those desks, she had authority and she won't take it for just anyone to speak to her in a way that didn't align with her pride.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Killian asked calmly, "Directing me to meet your Boss?"

She completely abandoned the task, dropping all forms of professionalism.

"And you think someone like you is worthy of sharing a room with Mrs. Whitmore? How dishonorable and laughable!"

She continued.

"A lot of people come here to beg but it looks like you're the king of the beggars—"

"— coming straight to ask for Mrs. Whitmore to con her out of her money. Incredible. Very confident!"

She spun to the entrance and called out loudly.

"Securities!"

Two securities in black uniforms stormed inside the lobby.

Murmuring rose in the front wing of St. Augustus that was meant for hospitality. The hall instantly transformed into a theatre centre, Rich Patrons commenting about unfortunate people, some laughing at the insults the receptionist hurled at him, a few silently condemning her act without stepping in.

Her finger snapped at Killian.

"Take him out of this place! People like you— Beggars— parade this place everyday spinning the same hijinks to get through to see Mrs. Whitmore."

Killian was calm all through the jab.

"Don't you think you need to inform Mrs. Whitmore about my presence here?" He said, his voice still calm.

"You're giving orders now?" She sneered. "Take him out. Now! It is people like you that pollute Mrs. Whitmore's space."

Laughter rang across the lobby.

The Securities moved.

"Don't" killian said. One word. One command that stopped them. His firm expression made the two Securities hesitated.

Killian looked at the receptionist and said quietly. His voice wasn't angry. Just a quiet statement delivered like a prophecy.

"I'll walk out. And You'll come begging."

He moved. The receptionist continued ranting behind.

استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل السابق الفصل التالي

أحدث فصل

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 28: What He Made Me For

    Killian didn't move toward the gate. "I'll hear it from here."Something like approval flickered across Hale's face — the look of a teacher watching a lesson land exactly as intended. "Suspicious to the last. Good. I'd have been disappointed by anything less.""You didn't bring me here to admire my instincts. Where's Jack.""Being kept comfortable enough, given the circumstances. He talks more than I expected a man in his position would. Fear does that." Hale clasped his hands behind his back, unhurried, the same stillness Killian remembered from behind bars — a man who had never once needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. "But you didn't drive out here for Jack Moore. You drove out here because you finally asked yourself the only question that's mattered since the day you arrived at my gates. Why you.""Then answer it.""Nineteen years ago, the Order of Silence exiled me for believing what I still believe now — that knowledge like Chen's shouldn't be wasted on old men counting praye

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 27 : The Warden's Invitation

    The drive to the outskirts of the city took forty minutes, Chen navigating from memory alone, refusing to explain how he still knew every back road leading toward a prison neither of them was supposed to be able to find without official clearance."You're not actually planning to walk up to the front gate," Chen said, breaking the silence somewhere past the last cluster of streetlights. "Killian. Tell me that's not the plan.""It's not the plan." Killian watched the landscape thin out, trees replacing buildings, the road narrowing until it barely qualified as one. "The warden doesn't take unscheduled visitors. He'll know I'm coming before I'm close enough to see the walls. Which means the only way in is if he decides he wants to see me.""And you think he will.""I think a man who's been orchestrating my entire life since I walked through his gates isn't going to pass up the chance to finally have this conversation face to face." Killian's voice was steady, certain in a way that unset

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 26 : The Mark of Deadmoo

    Killian stared at the symbol until the noise of the street around him seemed to fall away entirely.He'd seen that mark carved above Deadmoo's entrance the first day they dragged him through the gates — a jagged circle split by three lines, burned into every cell door, stamped on every uniform, tattooed on the wrist of every guard who'd ever worked inside those walls. The warden's mark. Not decoration. A brand. A reminder that everything inside Deadmoo belonged to one man, and one man alone."That's impossible," Killian said quietly. "The warden doesn't leave Deadmoo. Ever. He hasn't set foot outside those walls in eleven years — it's practically law inside there. He runs the prison from the inside because the outside world doesn't know he exists.""Then either the mark got out," Chen said, voice tight, "or someone who used to belong to him did."Killian's mind raced back through two years of faces, guards who'd rotated in and out, Doomers who'd occasionally been transferred or releas

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 25: Someone Else's Game

    The office fell silent except for the reporter's voice, still cycling through the same three facts dressed up in increasingly urgent language — missing, struggle, no suspect named. Elias hadn't moved from his chair, staring at the screen like it might correct itself if he waited long enough."If Jack's gone," Elias said finally, "then whoever took him already knows about Meridian Holdings. Which means my two days just became considerably less than that.""Or it has nothing to do with the money." Killian was already running through the list of people with a reason to want Jack Moore removed, and the list was longer than it should have been for a man who'd faked his own death to avoid exactly this kind of attention. "Sarto works for whoever pays him. If someone paid him more to take Jack instead of protect him—""Sarto wouldn't turn on a client mid-contract. It would end his business permanently. No one in that world would ever hire him again." Elias's jaw tightened. "Which means this w

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 24: The Man Who Knew Too Soon

    Elias Frank's office sat on the ninth floor — one level below Cassandra's, close enough to the center of power to matter, far enough to look modest. Killian didn't wait for an escort. He walked straight through the glass doors while Elias was mid-sentence on a call, and simply stood there until the man hung up."Mr. Dante." Elias rose from his desk, smoothing his tie, composure sliding into place a half-second too smoothly. "I wasn't expecting you in person.""You warned me about Sarto two hours before anyone else in this building knew his name." Killian didn't sit. "I want to know how."Elias's expression flickered — not guilt exactly, something closer to a man recalculating how much to admit. "I have contacts who monitor threats against this company's interests. You're currently tangled up in Ashbourne Group's most public scandal in a decade. Anything that touches Jack Moore touches us.""That's not an answer. That's a deflection dressed up as one." Killian took a slow step closer,

  • The Return Of Killian Dante    Chapter 23: Inside The Ashbourne Walls

    The Ashbourne Group lobby hadn't changed in two years — the same marble, the same oversized company crest hanging behind reception, the same hush that money bought when it wanted to feel important. What had changed was the way people looked at Killian when he walked through the doors this time.Nobody stopped him. A junior receptionist who couldn't have been older than twenty-two actually stood halfway up from her desk, phone already lifting to snap a photo before she caught herself and sat back down, cheeks flushing."Mr. Dante." Her voice cracked slightly on his name. "Is — is there someone I can call up for you?""Diane Ashbourne. Tell her it's urgent."She was already dialing before he'd finished the sentence.He rode the elevator up alone, the ten floors ticking past in silence, running Elias Frank's warning against the strange, careful text that had followed it. Someone inside this building — someone with access to Diane's private terminal, someone who understood exactly how to

فصول أخرى

قد تعجبك أيضًا

استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status