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Volume : 1
Chapter : 8[8]; Hello...??
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"It just depends on whether you are able to complete the task I'll give." Just as the middle-aged couple were talking, a voice came beside them.
When both of them turned toward the origin of the sound, they quickly formed a smile on their faces and bowed.
After all, the person in front of them was the young master of the world's richest family — how could they not flatter him?
And even more so, he had come to help them.
"Young Master Daniel, are you sure you want to help us..?" the middle-aged man looked at Daniel and asked suspiciously, after all, who would help anyone without a reason?
"Ohhh... looks like you won't believe me?" Daniel's smile was very creepy as he looked at both of them.
"Uhh... how could we not believe the Young Master? It's just... if we go deal with him and kill him, the French government might...!"
Just as the middle-aged man was about to finish, he was interrupted by Daniel.
"Don't worry, behind the scenes, I will handle everything."
"But remember, I want both of them."
After saying that, he turned back.
The couple were silent for a while after hearing this. It's not that they hadn't killed anyone before — they had killed many. It's just that this person now had some status.
But now, the Young Master was personally backing them.
And now... he will definitely die.
There was a sneer on the face of the couple.
Hmmphh..!
Back in Aaryan's suite
When they got inside, Aaryan noticed that her mood was not stable, as if something was eating her from inside, but she was unable to tell him.
Sitting beside her on the bed, he wrapped his hand around her slender waist and pulled her toward his chest and asked:
"Wife, are you angry with me, that I hid the fact I had gotten that?" Aaryan, while caressing her hair gently, asked.
Devika...!
No response from her.
She was like a statue, just held in the arms of Aaryan and breathing.
Seeing her like this, Aaryan was getting a headache. He didn't know why this had happened to her.
To know, this was the first time he had ever coaxed her like this, usually she was very happy, and even if she was sad, she shared her worry and sadness with him.
What is it now?
Seeing her no response, a thought came into his mind and he asked again:
"Ohh... wife, are you worried that we will be targeted by them, and even fall into crisis?" He stared at his wife's beautiful face, trying to study the emotion.
When he said that, there was indeed a flicker in her eyebrows, but it was something else. And this Aaryan understood: she would not tell him anything.
Suddenly, a packet of cone ice cream appeared in his hand and he presented it in front of her.
"Take this, this is your favorite ice cream."
Taking out the ice cream from the system, he offered it to her.
But even now, no result. He had no choice but to give up.
He just held her body in his arms, and both rested on each other.
Soon, an hour passed like this.
Aaryan placed her gently on the bed, not disturbing her sleep.
Looking at her, and then on the clock, hanging on the wall, he sighed.
He came out of the door and walked toward the deck. He wanted to take in some fresh air.
On the front side of the ship's deck...
Aaryan stood gazing at the vast ocean and the cloudy sky, letting out a long sigh.
The sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting golden beams across his face — illuminating him with a radiant glow.
"Huh… It's been five and a half years."
"And soon, within four days... my system will finally activate."
When he had first awakened his memories, he was just about to come to the UK , after marrying Devika.
Originally, he was supposed to come alone. But he had personally requested his father and father-in-law to let Devika accompany him, promising to take full responsibility for her.
And so, from that moment on, the two of them had been together.
Over the years, he had taught her many things, especially in the field of physics.
And during these five years, it wasn't like he had done nothing.
He had. In fact, he had published several groundbreaking theories related to mechanical engineering.
He introduced concepts equivalent to what would later be known as the laws of thermodynamics, even before their proper formulation in the 1930s.
He had laid the foundation of the general theory of relativity, years before its official publication, after having an extraordinary conversation he once had with a young Albert Einstein during a private scientific meeting.
He had even proposed a quantum mechanical model of the atom, far ahead of Bohr's.
He also contributed to engine design improvements and many things that would be known after a long time, in both France and Britain, engineering work that could revolutionize transportation and industry.
At first, he hadn't wanted to give those ideas away, fearing it would only increase the power and reach of the British Empire.
But later, he understood something greater: he could use the fame and influence earned through these contributions to boost the independence movement in India.
And over these five years, he had already quietly laid the foundation for a freedom movement, a network of revolutionaries now waiting only for his signal.
And all this... all of it...
Was possible because of the system.
Thinking of this, Aaryan smiled faintly, the kind of smile that came not from joy, but from a long, quiet relief.
For the first time in years, the weight pressing on his heart seemed to ease.
The wind brushed against his face, fast but not harsh. There was something calming in the way the sea breeze carried the scent of salt and distance.
It felt like a moment stolen from the world, peaceful, like a vacation he had never dared to take.
He stood alone at the railing, gazing out at the endless grey-blue horizon, the sky and water blurring into one.
And then ...
"Hello...?"
A soft voice, gentle, smooth, and elegant, came from behind him.
Aaryan blinked, momentarily startled.
He turned around slowly.
Her silver gown shimmered faintly in the breeze. One hand rested lightly at her side, the other gloved in silk, brushing a golden strand of hair from her cheek. Her gaze was calm, but curious.
Of all people, he hadn't expected her.