Chapter twenty two
The members from the auction were heading to their cars when they noticed the car.
It was Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail.
The members were shocked, even Michael Morgan, when they saw the car. Rylene was also shocked but she had masked her shock from the beginning because she had to act as though she owned the car.
"I guess this is goodbye," Rylene said formally fixing her suit then got in the car. The car door closed on its own. She really had a thing with expensive cars and she wished to use them in her previous life but she didn't get the time to enjoy them.
She gave Micheal Morgan her contact info then drove off. She had no worries since no one will be able to trace that contact no matter how hard they tried. Plus, she would get to know the people who would try to trace her whereabouts.
"Larissa, where did you get this car?" Rylene asked Larissa as she sped through the highway.
"I got this car from the future. It is not in this current world time so don't you worry. I could not find any car in this world time that would suit your taste so I tried the future and got this...," Larissa explained.
"I love it!" Rylene screamed excitedly.
"Yah yah.... You don't have to thank me. But, there is a satellite following you so, you have to loose it,"
"Are there more fun things in this ride?" Rylene asked excitedly.
"Yap!" Larissa answered menacingly at her words.
....
The room was cloaked in darkness, but it wasn't the kind born of neglect — it was intentional, deliberate, and costly. Black marble floors reflected the faint golden glow of a single pendant light that hung above a wide mahogany desk. The air carried the subtle scent of aged leather and expensive cigars, the kind only the powerful could afford to leave half-smoked.
At the center sat a man — still, composed, dangerous in his calm. His suit was tailored to perfection, midnight blue that looked almost black under the dim light. A heavy watch gleamed on his wrist, its face catching just enough light to hint at diamonds along its edge.
Behind him, tall windows were veiled with dark silk curtains, muting the world outside. A decanter of amber whiskey stood beside a crystal glass, untouched. Every object in the room — from the minimalist art on the wall to the subtle hum of the hidden air conditioning — whispered of wealth restrained by discipline.
His eyes were sharp, unreadable, the kind that measured people before they spoke. When he finally did, his voice carried low — calm, steady, yet heavy with the kind of authority that didn't need to be proven.
In that dark, expensive room, power didn't shout. It waited — and everyone else listened.
"Are you telling me that my most expensive, most adored product was destroyed?! Who the hell did it?!" He questioned coldly. The people present at the room hesitated then brought a tablet before him
On the tablet, the following words read: you can never compete with me. I dare you...
He exploded with anger and menace.
.....
"What were you thinking of doing, Serana?" Micheal Morgan asked her.
The woman who was talking to Rylene at the auction was Serana Leone Sinclair. She was the lover to emperor marcus and wife to Micheal Morgan. Micheal Morgan didn't know that her wife was in cohort with the Emperor.
"Getting him to our side,"
"He just arrived today. We don't know his address, his background...nothing about him and you want to get him inside our plans?!"
"Why not! How have you taken the plans so far...no where! So I will take turn in dealing with the plans, you just chill and do whatever you want to,"
Serana said then stood up to walk out of the room but Micheal Morgan stopped her and pulled her back.
"What has changed between us, Serana...we are not on the same boat anymore," Micheal Morgan said remorsely.
"Morgan, I should be asking you, that question," she said then pushed his arm away and left..
"Wait...," Micheal Morgan said and Serana stopped on her tracks.
"What is it, Morgan?" Serana asked him.
"Be careful around that guy...he seems even more dangerous than Mr Manchester," he warned.
"The more dangerous a man is, the more daring he is," with these words she left his office.
Micheal Morgan had a dark frowning expression on his face.
He had already received word of Mr Manchester's satellite behind exploded at space by an unknown space craft. He was absolutely sure that it was number thirteen since the satellite was tracing him.
Only a larger predator can scare a leopard out of its wits. And that larger predator was Mr Nocturne, just like his name.
Little did he know that it was a fourteen year old girl causing chaos.
.....
The next morning, Rylene was woken up by her older brother Ryle. He had a dark expression on his face
With a sleepy face, Rylene woke up rubbing her eyes cutely. Ryle could not resist pinching her cute cheeks.
"Tell me, lil sis, were you the one who exploded a satellite this morning?" He asked grimly
Rylene remained silent Wondering if her brother will get mad if she told him the truth. She did not want to hide anything from him so he told him the whole truth except about the system.
"You should have told me. I could have done the investigation for you. You don't have to get yourself into any trouble," Ryle said worriedly.
"There would be no fun if I let you do everything for me. I would be bored to death," she whined like a little child throwing a tantrum.
"No, I will do this myself," he answered.
"If you do, I will throw a fit to dad," Rylene said while whining.
Ryle sighed and surrendered.
"Fine, do what you want but please be careful my sweet baby sis," Ryle said then embraced her lovingly then added," and make sure that I get in with the fun too, okay?"
"With pleasure," Rylene said menacingly...