"So what do you think buddy, with this move, will Evergreen clan be debated by me?" I asked my shadow, which of course didn't respond anything other than starting back at me.
"Right, you can't talk. Hahaha"
Man, this is depressing, talking with my shadow. But anyway what I came here for is done.
I don't know what consensus will save Isabella's older sister, Alice Evergreen but I'm sure that this move will benefit me a lot.
So I don't have to worry about anything else other than my benefits...
Now let's start some of my mercenary work. Taking out my I typed Jonathan's number.
-Ring!, -Ring!, -Ring!
-Tak!
"Hello?"
"Ah, Jonathan, it's me, Lucas. I will be sending three files of people. I want any information regarding those three people, ASAP, Do you understand?"
Jonathan's voice crackled through the phone, "Sure thing, send over the files, and I'll get started on the intel. What kind of information are you looking for?"
I leaned back in my chair, glancing at the files on my desk. "I need everything – backgrounds, affiliations, recent activities. You know the drill. And Jonathan, make it quick. Time is of the essence."
"No worries. I'll have my best people on it. Anything else you need?"
"Just the usual. Keep it discreet, and let me know as soon as you have something concrete."
Jonathan chuckled, "Alright, Lucas, consider it done. I'll be in touch."
As the call ended, I pondered the upcoming task...
The people I asked Jonathan to search were the ones I intended to let them join the Shadow Reapers but before that happened I wanted to know everything about them.
For example, one of the three people on the list is Ryen, the hacker. He can hack into any database and no one can catch him sadly that was true until he was caught by the Hero Association and he is in Jail at the moment.
Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.
To Tok—
"Come in."
A deep voice spoke up as soon as Isabella knocked on the door.
Getting confirmation from her dad, Isabella entered the room where the first thing she saw was her father standing beside the capsule her sister was resting in.
With his hand over the capsule, Dereck stared at Alice with sadness in his eyes.
Then, turning his head to look at Isabella, he smiled.
"You're finally here."
"Mhm."
Isabella responded, her gaze shifting from her father to the capsule containing her comatose sister.
Dereck sighed, the weight of his concern evident in the lines on his face. "Isabella, can we truly trust Lucas?" Dereck asked, He had heard the rumours of how 'Healberry' can truly save anyone with any curse and illness but that we were just rumours.
As a father, he couldn't help but worry even if he strongest mage on the continent it doesn't matter shit if he can't save his daughter who was slowly dying in front of him.
Isabella's expression softened. She is always cold in front of others but in front of her father, she is just 17 years old girl. "Dad, I believe in Lucas. He may be weird, in fact when I first met him I thought of him as a weirdo but knew hot say but there was something different about him. He saved my life before remember? So let's trust him and give him a chance."
Dereck nodded, his gaze returning to the capsule. "I want to believe too, Isabella. For Alice's sake, I'm willing to take the chance. But we must tread carefully. If this doesn't work, it might be harder for me to keep hope alive."
Isabella placed a comforting hand on her father's arm. "We're doing everything we can, Dad. Let's stay hopeful."
Dereck managed a small smile, appreciating his daughter's support. "You've grown into a strong and wise woman, Isabella. Your faith gives me strength."
As father and daughter stood in the private chamber, the delicate balance between hope and uncertainty lingered in the air. The fate of Alice Evergreen rested on the success of Lucas's plan and the healing properties of the mysterious Healberry.
Meanwhile, in the guest house, Lucas drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of the intricate dynamics unfolding within the Evergreen Clan. The night pressed on, bringing with it dreams, hopes, and the weight of promises yet to be fulfilled.