The Cabinet Of Dr Leng Novels & Stories

Chairman Oh says placing a suitcase in front of Lugard who smirks mischievously “ Do I look like your source ? ” he snaps coldly glaring at the box in front of him . “ I will make it double . ” Chairman Oh pressed further placing another box on the table grinning from side to side . Lugard pressed the buzzer on the desk slightly hissing in pain , immediately Drake steps into the office bowing slightly. “ what can I do for you Master ? ” Drake asks bowing slightly avoiding his Master's gaze “ Check the boxes . ” Lugard ordered and Drake lifts the boxes walking to the counter and places both boxes on a machine counter which beeps and flashes green lights . It displays the total amount of cash

Chapter 7 As I roamed my naked eyes inside Sir Dracu's office. If you're here inside his office. You would not expect that it is still morning, the only thing that gives light inside--is the light from an elegant chandelier. The furniture inside was immediately noticeable which was mostly red and black. And surprisingly, you will not see a single window. As I get longer, I realize that all the office rooms here are on the side part, so it is impossible not to have a window here.

I recalled dropping it on the floor out of fright. I looked around the room. It looked like a presidential suite, with plush carpets and dark curtains. It had some minimal decorations, a large king sized bed, and a mahogany desk at the side with an elegant leather chair. One look at the cold room made me imagine the only person who could possibly use this room, Morgan.

Sir Carter ordered and Jared bowed slightly before leaving and the fact that he was gone gave me the slightest bit of relief. I soon heard someone from inside the room announce Sir Carter’s presence and the huge doors pushed open while Sir Carter went into the room, dragging me behind him. I gasped as my eyes trailed over the huge throne room that was as intricately designed as the castle walls. At the end of the room stood a huge throne and seated on that throne was none other than King Cassius Von Drago, the vampire king.

The back of the room had a perfectly kept pool table, two gleaming retro arcade cabinets with neon lights, and a small fridge tucked into the corner. And just through a glass door to the right, the adjacent theatre could be seen—rows of plush seats, a full-sized screen, and blackout curtains lining the walls. “Okay. Now I understand why people want to marry into the royal family,” Gabby said with exaggerated awe. “You’d marry one of us for a game room?” Lucian teased, nudging her shoulder. “I’d marry for that theatre,” Gabby deadpanned. Cato was quieter, but his eyes scanned the room with silent disbelief. “I thought my packhouse had everything. This is… next level.”

I moved around the room the way I always did—slow, practiced, the cloth in my hand wiping at surfaces that didn’t need wiping. The shelf nearest the window, the small table by the door, the cabinet against the east wall whose upper drawer sat slightly open. My eyes moved faster than my hands, my heart racing in adrenaline. Top shelf—bound volumes, spines faded, titles in the old language I couldn’t fully read yet. Bottom shelf—maps, rolled and stacked, their edges worn. The cabinet drawer—papers, official looking, sealed with wax I recognized as the citadel’s mark. The desk itself was the most valuable and the most dangerous.

I was shocked but amused too. I don't care if I get caught today but I had to check that cabinet. As my suspicions were right, the cabinet contained a lot of papers and photographs. Gabriel was a monster. When I picked the photographs, I realised that they were from seven years back. My head started spinning and I felt the lights turn on. I couldn't see the person inside the room but before I could prepare to fight, my body became heavy and I lost myself in the darkness.

(Minister Mina) Minister Mina commanded, her voice steady as she prepared to lead Old Corg into the heart of the nation’s decision-making process. The massive doors of the Cabinet Hall swung open with a soft creak, revealing the grandeur of the chamber within. The room was bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers, the polished wood of the long table reflecting the light in warm tones. As they entered, the eyes of the Cabinet Members turned toward them, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and expectation. For a moment, Old Corg felt a wave of nervousness threaten to rise again, but he quickly pushed it aside. There was no turning back now.

“Now follow me.” He walked down the hall. I followed him. My shoes made soft sounds on the stone. We walked down a long corridor. There were many doors. All of them were closed. He stopped at one and opened it. He gestured for me to go inside. It was a room. It looked like a doctor’s office. There was a metal table in the middle. It had leather straps on it. Along one wall were cabinets. The other wall was a mirror. I could see myself in it. I looked small and scared. Cassian Draven came in behind me and closed the door. The click of the lock was loud.

Her silver hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a long, flowing robe that gave her an almost ethereal appearance. “You must be Isabella and Veronica,” Dr. Vance said, her voice raspy but surprisingly strong. “I’ve been expecting you.” She gestured for them to enter, and they stepped inside the cabin, their eyes widening in amazement. The interior was cluttered with books, artifacts, and strange contraptions, creating an atmosphere of organized chaos. Shelves overflowed with ancient tomes, glass cases displayed bizarre objects, and strange instruments hummed and whirred in the corners.