From the mont Lucivar was arrested, he already had a plan to get out.
Since he now was under the deal with the Trading Union, with Dullan, he had another backer who was as strong as the Feradith Family. Additionally, based on Angel, Dullan really needed Lucivar and took on a massive gamble by becoming his sponsor.
Dullan needed Lucivar to win the South Hues Tournant to talk with the governor.
Because of that, there was no doubt that he would hate Lucivar to be arrested.
Not when he had already announced Lucivar as the Trading Union's champion.
Just seeing the news and articles alone lted the director's hostile deanor, he couldn't scare Lucivar as he initially planned. If he did sothing to Lucivar right now, the Trading Union would create trouble for him and Zed's footage would be leaked.
At that point, coupled with the public's bla on the green dungeon incident—his career would be over.
'Based on the footage, he was surprised by Callista's appearance. But now, seeing him in front of , spewing those demands, perfectly cornering —and securing his way out… It is almost as if he was planning to be arrested,' The director thought, staring at Lucivar in disbelief. 'Seems like we have a rciless genius on our hands'
Realizing that he was in an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position, the director sighed.
"Fine, what are your demands?" He finally said.
Upon hearing this, the staff on the side stepped forward, "Director!"
But before the staff could say more, the director already raised his hand—he already made his decision.
Lucivar's lips curled as he proceeded to pull the chair and sat down across the director.
"Good choice. I also don't want to be your enemy," he said before repeating his demands.
As planned, Lucivar's demands were fulfilled.
Since there were no charges on him from the start, the director didn't need to do anything about that.
Also, he promised to not pursue Lucivar for this with the staff and Sabrina as witnesses.
Monts later.
Lucivar has changed into a comfortable black—fitting shirt and cargo pants—he was also already healed by a healer and taken a bath to wash off the scent of blood and sweat. He now felt refreshed, as if he had beco a new man.
Beside him, Sabrina was also healed and cleaned.
She now wore a crop black tank top layered with a crop white shirt and fitted navy pants.
It was quite stylish and perfect on her.
Since they were in the Hybrid Association—the only clothes they had on hand were either an office outfit or confiscated clothes of the inmates. Sabrina chose the latter, and she was glad that she did as this was comfortable and breezing to wear.
For the last minute or so as the two headed for the lobby, she had been staring at Lucivar non-stop.
"Just ask what you wanted to know," He suddenly said.
Sabrina squinted her eyes and her lips parted slightly, arranging the question in her mind.
"How in the world did you get your hands on that recording stone? Who did you et?" She asked.
"It was Tobias who visited and he gave it to ," Lucivar shrugged nonchalantly. "Although I expected soone from the Trading Union to co give that to , everything has been going as planned. Now, it's ti for to reap my opportunity. After all, I still need to prepare for my tournant"
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Sabrina was completely at a loss for words.
"Just wait, wait…" She mumbled while trying to keep up with Lucivar's pace. "I just don't understand how in the world you thought of instructing the Trading Union to hide and record that incident so that you can use it against the director. Can you see the future or sothing?"
A small chuckle escaped Lucivar's lips.
Had he known the future, he wouldn't have killed Axel and get exposed like this.
Not to ntion, he wouldn't have created other plans to prepare for a myriad of possible situations.
Like the fact that he sent Sabrina to stalk Elira and Thalia wasn't only to find out about Axel but also to find out their patterns and create a route to attack them at any ti. If Callista tried to do sothing drastic, he would've escaped and killed Elira or Thalia and used the Major Morphing ability to replace them and strike Callista from behind.
Fortunately for Thalia and Elira, things didn't end up that way.
But he has plans for everything.
"I wish I could see into the future," Lucivar shook his head. "Since I'm fighting a renowned family, one that even has a clan, I reckoned that they must have good connections with big associations. Naturally, I must have a plan for a situation like this"
Sabrina nodded her head with her lips creating an O-shape, nodding like a starving fish.
"Leave the thinking to . Follow anything—I said blindly, don't question it," He said, stopping and turning to Sabrina as he raised his hand, seemingly wanting to pat Sabrina on her head. "I felt bad for your puny brain if you worked it too much, that is if you have a brain"
Flick!
Instead of rubbing her head, Lucivar flicked her forehead instead.
Sabrina paused for a second, processing what he said before her expression contorted.
Had it not for being in public, she would've thrown the entire dictionary of cuss words at him already.
Once the two stepped out of the lobby, a black sedan car was waiting for them.
Standing beside it—waiting for him was the director and the staff from earlier.
As Lucivar was about to step into the car, the director grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Just so to make it clear," the director leaned forward and whispered without making eye contact. "You cannot use this car or any connection you have with —as another card that you can play. For to drop this and not pursue you, you also need to do the sa thing. Do you understand?"
"Loud and clear," Lucivar smiled vibrantly. "Care to let go now? I have to go sowhere"
Pausing for a second, the director then loosened his grip.
Lucivar tapped him on the shoulder before he and Sabrina got into the car.
Inside, the driver fixed the rear-view mirror and asked, "Where to go?"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar smirked.
…
anwhile, in a respected neighborhood, outside of a ager apartnt building.
A car was parked outside and coming out of it was a woman in formal office attire.
She stepped out of the car, her handbag slung over one shoulder, and closed the door with a tired sigh.
The clock was already nearing midnight, and the weight of the day clung to her like a second skin.
Her black hair, usually sharp—and polished, now fell in loose strands, and even her white formal shirt was creased and untucked, bearing the marks of a grueling day. Before she clocked out, the CEO had called for her and had a eting with her.
'I'm going to assign you to handle Lucivar. You will tend to his needs until the tournant'
'Since you already t and knew him, only you can do this'
'I can feel it in the air, as small as it was, a connection. He's comfortable and interested in you'
CEO Dullan's words echoed inside her mind.
Almost instantly, Angel swung her handbag onto the ground in frustration and annoyance, "Why do I need to be the one—handling that wicked man?! I was happy that I beca the secretary of a powerful CEO but I didn't think I'd have to do this'
Biting her lower lip, Angel placed her hand on the car and pressed her forehead against it.
"How could he even say that I have a connection with that lunatic?" She shook her head and exhaled from her nose like a bull, recalling her encounter with the man. "What kind of woman wanted soone like him anyway? Hmph!"
"He's only strong because he has a nad bloodline—nothing special. Sure, the way he twisted Ryan's hand like it was nothing proves that much. And yeah, his voice is also nice… manly, commanding, completely domineering. He's the kind of man—who won't be walked over, who will not tolerate disrespect," As she muttered to herself, her face flushed, and she hastily combed back her hair.
Then, realization struck, "Wait… why am I describing the perfect man? Ugh! Whatever! Bottom line, he's so not my type!"
Angel ruffled her hair before taking her bag.
Just thinking about Lucivar made her go crazy.
Fortunately for her, she could forget all of this for a mont with a good night's sleep.
Her heels clicked softly against the pavent as she trudged toward the apartnt building, each step heavy with exhaustion but also filled with anticipation. She couldn't wait to lie on her back, the feeling would be heavenly for sure.
Soon, she arrived at her apartnt room.
She then reached into her handbag, the faint glow of the corridor's light offered little comfort—as she fumbled for her keys, her movents sluggish. Ho, the word felt surreal but once she tried to put the key into the keyhole—she realized the door wasn't locked.
Frowning for a mont, Angel quickly dismissed it as she forgot to lock the door.
Once inside, she threw her bag and instantly stripped to take a relaxing bath.
It was a nice fifteen-minute bath, drowning herself in hot water before she ca out refreshed.
Angel's curvy body, usually hidden behind her strict persona was still wet—and wrapped by a towel.
Realizing that she hadn't turned on the light in her bedroom, she went to the side but froze instantly.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting such a beautiful view. You hid those curves well," A voice rang.
Naturally, caught off guard by this deep voice, Angel stopped in her tracks.
It was only then that she realized her unlocked door earlier wasn't due to her negligence—no, that was nearly impossible. She never forgot such things—she was a detail-oriented person. Instead, soone had entered.
A chill crept to her spine as she slowly turned.
Her gaze locked onto a shadowed figure with golden eyes lounging on the single sofa beside a lamp.
Just his silhouette alone was enough to tell Angel who it was, "Lucivar…?"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar turned on the lamp and exposed himself, confirming that it was really him.
Then, he stood up and approached her with slow steps.
Seeing him coming closer, Angel unconsciously stepped back until her firm and round bottom hit the edge of the table dresser, eliminating her option to move backward. Angel has nowhere to go, trapped between the table dresser and Lucivar.
Pressed against his hard body, Angel turned her face away—hiding her bashful and weak face.
Her legs turned into jellies and her chest heaved up and down harder.
Even being in his presence alone made her feel weak and exposed.
Almost as if her woman side was being forced to co out, forced to be compliant.
"W- What are you doing here?"
"Thought you could help blow off so steam"
"Eh…?"
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