It was around eight o’clock at night when a figure stepped out of the mansion, standing at just 5 feet 9 inches, clad in a pale green Kiton K50 suit. A bright smile lit his face, and his energy radiated with quiet confidence.
Tonight was the night—the grand auction at the ga Hall. And Caleb? He was more than ready.
The event had drawn billionaires and millionaires from across the continent, all of them potential clients. As one of the major shareholders of High Crest Hall, Caleb knew eyes would be on him.
He paused beside a sleek McLaren parked at the front. Standing by the car was Herald, his loyal assistant, holding the keys.
"Young sir, should I drive you to the venue?" Herald asked politely.
Caleb turned to him with a warm smile. "No need. Take the night off—I’ve got this," he replied, gently taking the keys from his hand.
Herald opened his mouth to object, but Caleb was already inside, the door sliding shut with a quiet click.
With a smooth press of the start button on the roof panel, the McLaren roared to life. Herald could only stand back and watch as the car glided off into the night.
’How quickly he’s grown...’ Herald thought to himself, a quiet amazent in his eyes. The boy he once knew had changed—sharper, more confident, and far more open-minded than ever before. It seed like everything shifted the mont he made that one bold decision—to rise above his siblings.
And it wasn’t just talk. Word had spread fast that Caleb was a major shareholder in High Crest, the ultramodern hall that had beco the talk of the city—especially after Naya’s stunning magazine cover was shot there.
The news blazed across nadin City like wildfire. Within days, High Crest was no longer a local marvel—it was the continent’s next big thing.
Herald let out a soft sigh. "I just hope his siblings won’t cause him too much trouble."
Because if Caleb kept rising at this pace, it was only a matter of ti before the others started seeing him not just as family—but as competition.
The drive to the hall took almost an hour—longer than usual. It should’ve taken thirty minutes.
But tonight, ti seed to stretch, heavy with anticipation.
And for Caleb, every second brought him closer to the spotlight.
The delay wasn’t just from the usual evening rush—nadin’s streets were crawling with luxury vehicles, all headed in the sa direction.
The grand auction Julia was hosting had beco a magnet, drawing in elites from across the continent.
Caleb recognized the cause imdiately.
Rolls-Royces, Bugattis, Maybachs—nas that rarely shared the sa road were now bumper-to-bumper.
The entire city felt like it had shifted its attention toward one place: High Crest.
After what felt like an endless drive through the glamorous gridlock, Caleb finally pulled up in front of the hall.
The building stood tall, its architecture bold and majestic—like a modern palace torn straight from a reimagined Greece.
Towering columns frad the entrance, while spotlights shot into the night sky, cutting through the dark as if to say, we’re here, and the world better be watching.
As Caleb neared the front, he noticed the security detail imdiately—black suits, earpieces, steel focus. But one figure stood out.
A blocky head. Stiff posture. That had to be—
"Gideon," Caleb called, stepping out of the McLaren and walking toward him.
Gideon turned, eyes locking onto Caleb—then widening like dinner plates.
"What the hell—was that a McLaren Senna you just stepped out of? And—wait, is that a Kiton K50 you’re wearing?! Bro, when did you beco rich?!"
His voice was full of disbelief, bordering on panic.
Caleb couldn’t bla him.
He knew exactly how tight his father was with allowances—even if Jin Monrrow was the richest man on the continent, every cent had to earn its keep.
Caleb chuckled, the sound easy and amused.
"A lot’s changed, man," he said, giving Gideon a light pat on the shoulder. "Might be easier to just get used to the confusion."
Gideon blinked at him like he was trying to process a magic trick with no reveal.
Whatever was going on, one thing was clear—Caleb wasn’t playing small anymore.
"You’ve got a lot of explaining to do," Gideon said, scoffing. "I’m not falling for the whole ’get used to it’ line."
Caleb chuckled. "Alright, alright. I’ll tell you what I can."
He glanced at his friend. "So, you ready for the magazine shoot with Naya?"
Gideon’s face lit up instantly. "Of course! Why else do you think I’m here?"
He was still in disbelief that Caleb had actually pulled it off—that he, Gideon, was about to be in a magazine cover shoot with Naya of all people. It was wild.
Caleb smiled, quietly enjoying the excitent on his friend’s face.
Just then, Julia appeared from the entrance of the hall.
"Oh, Caleb—you’re here already?" she said, slightly surprised. "Well, don’t just stand there. Co on, the auction’s about to start!"
Without waiting, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him along.
The three of them moved quickly, slipping past the guards and stepping into the grand hall.
As they stepped inside, Gideon broke off from the group, heading straight for the main hall where the event was already buzzing with activity.
anwhile, Julia didn’t slow down—she kept a firm grip on Caleb’s wrist, pulling him through a quieter corridor until they reached a spot tucked away from the crowd.
"I have good news... Okay, I lied. There’s no good news," Julia sighed, pausing dramatically.
"But there is bad news. Well—not terrible, but definitely leaning that way."
Caleb blinked, caught off guard by her tone.
"What bad news?" he asked, his chest tightening.
His thoughts raced instantly to Naya.
’Did X find her? Was there an attack? But no, the system would’ve alerted through the tracker—right?’
He held his breath, waiting for Julia to continue.
She took another breath, then said, "I got a call from Dad. He’s coming to the auction."
Caleb’s eyes widened.
"And not just him," she added. "The others too. All of them."
{Ding!}
{New side mission!}
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