Steve was unsure what to say next. With Adrian’s expression, he couldn’t quite tell if he was being mocked or if his concerns were simply disregarded as unimportant.What he feared most was that since he had requested his presence, he must not waste it with matters unworthy of his time.Adrian was his master, and it was his duty to confess any grave mistake to him first. For Steve, loyalty meant always being plain about his life.“Master, I’m sorry… if—if it sounded unimportant to you,” he said nervously.He had never been this nervous, not even before a battle. But now, unsure of how Adrian would react, he couldn’t help himself from trembling.“Ahh—let me tell you. It’s fine,” Adrian replied.His expression was calm, even holding a faint smile—unlike the one he showed others. With Steve, he was more of a best friend.“You’re not indebted to be my servant anymore. I’ve always warned you of that. So, for you getting a woman pregnant… you have my permission to make things right,” Adrian
At the Xanders’ family home, Jacob’s face flushed red with anger as he learned the men he’d sent to beat Adrian up were as useless as anything he could name.He paced back and forth in his room, itching to smash Adrian’s face in—if only he were brave enough to match his fury. Growing up, he’d never bullied anyone; not from kindness, but from fear of getting hurt, of marring his skin. That timidity had made his father think he was a good kid. If only the old man knew.After circling through a dozen half-formed plans, Jacob still couldn’t land on anything that felt close to backing off his revenge.“You’ll pay for what you did to me,” he snarled through gritted teeth, as if Adrian stood right there.Then a thought dropped into place. His eyes lit up.“Yes. You’ll suffer for this,” he hissed, dialing a number. He steadied his voice—one quick rehearsal under his breath—just before the call connected.“Hello, Recko?” he said in a
Ronan had assumed, at most, that Adrian might be connected to Steve — he couldn’t find a clear trace of Adrian on his own, and Steve’s name kept surfacing around the edges of his searches. Still, the idea that they might be brothers didn’t sit right; Steve was known as one of the wealthiest men in the city, and he had never once claimed Adrian as kin. Curiosity, sharpened by suspicion, is what had finally pushed Ronan to make this visit.Hearing that Adrian was Steve’s master wasn’t something Ronan had expected. He masked the shock — or the doubt — that stirred at the corner of his eyes and forced his voice steady. “So why is he here in disguise? And you too… no backstory, no relatives, nothing. Just a wealthy man in Vereluxe, right?” he asked, probing for answers.“I don’t owe you an answer to that,” Steve said, his voice precise and cutting. And his deep voice was always the same anytime he spoke.“Who is Adrian Foster? Why is he pretending to be an
Adrian, hearing their voices, didn’t react like a man who’d be scared. Instead, he kept taking his steps with the same precision—not too fast, not too slow—as if none of it mattered to him.“Hey, you.” One of them called out, his deep voice echoing thickly into the night air.But Adrian didn’t pause his steps for a moment.Come on, just lay your hands on me, Adrian muttered to himself.He always preferred when someone struck first—that confirmed a clash, that confirmed permission to retaliate.Still calm, still moving.Anger brewed in the man on the left edge, and the one on the right as well. But the one in the middle, slim and smallest in size, seemed different.The slim one lunged forward to grab Adrian, but Adrian, calculating by the stretch of shadow on the evening ground, saw the attempt long before it came. With a swift twist, he slipped just out of reach.To their surprise, the attacker stumbled for
“Okay… well, thank you for accepting our invitation,” the man said.Normally, he’d have offered a congratulatory handshake, but something about Adrian’s presence urged restraint. He wasn’t sure if the young man disliked such gestures—or if being ignored would sting more than not trying—so he decided against it.Before he could settle on his next words, Adrian’s presence pressed forward, quiet but commanding, the kind that made a room remember its own breath.“Tell me about this project—the one you’re selecting new partners to embark on,” Adrian said. His tone carried an edge of authority that was hard to resist.It was disorienting. Gabriel was a man others feared and respected; he wasn’t used to feeling this… tempered. Yet pride bowed a little before this stranger.“Well,” he began, clearing the slight catch in his throat, “it’s a new initiative to help rising companies with strong potential. We’re opening the door to those willing
“Please, Dr. Adrian Foster—our president needs your attention in his office.” The man at the podium paused mid-speech as a security officer whispered in his ear, then announced the request aloud.Two guards approached Adrian’s seat, their posture steeped in deference, bowing slightly as they gestured the way.Normally, Adrian would have hated this kind of spotlight—public attention always felt like a net being thrown over him. He preferred moving among guests unnoticed, one of many. It was the whole reason he’d chosen to live where very few knew who he truly was.“Mr. Gabriel’s office is this way, sir,” one guard said with a polished smile, careful to sound respectful enough to secure his full paycheck.Adrian’s face remained neutral. He rose, expressionless, and walked after them—right past Lyra and her mother. He didn’t turn his head, curious to see if they’d dare to acknowledge him after all the names they’d thrown at him before.