Chapter 615: Chapter 615 - A Greeting Sharp as Steel

Chapter 615: Chapter 615 - A Greeting Sharp as Steel



Leon stirred from his sleeping capsule as the first faint glimmers of morning light filtered into the room. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around and noticed something unusual—a large suitcase packed neatly with all his belongings sitting nearby.

A soft voice broke his thoughts, and he turned to see Rose standing beside the suitcase.

"Good morning, Mr. Leon," she said gently. "I've made sure that everything is ready for your departure."

"Thank you, Rose."

The night before, Rose had requested permission to prepare his things, knowing he might be logged into the game for most of the morning. Leon had agreed, giving her the necessary details, and true to her word, she had everything organized and waiting for him.

This day marked the continuation of Leon and his group's journey to meet the next candidate for their team. Having spent two nights at London's estate, they had been spoiled with the finest cuisine and the most luxurious accommodations.

It was no small challenge to leave behind such a pleasant and comfortable place.

As Leon and Rose walked out of the room, they engaged in light conversation.

"I'm sure Mr. London would be delighted if you visited more often."

"Next time, I'll bring my sister here. She's still in school, so I'll have to wait until her holiday break."

After learning more about London's past, Leon's attitude toward him had subtly shifted. It wasn't a jarring change but rather a quiet respect for someone who, despite enduring personal tragedy, managed to treat everyone with warmth and generosity.

Initially, Goldrich had struck Leon as the epitome of carefree living-a man of immense intelligence with a deep understanding of Immortal Legacy. His occasional tendency to steer conversations toward women gave him the impression of a lecherous old man, but beneath that exterior lay a complex and admirable individual.

As Leon and the others gathered to bid their farewells, they expressed their gratitude for the two days of exceptional hospitality they had enjoyed at London's estate.

London leaned in closer to Leon, and whispered softly, "So, did you do anything... interesting with Rose?"

"Interesting?" Leon echoed, confused, as he turned his gaze toward Rose.

Rose smiled warmly. "I can confirm that I have served Mr. Leon with all my heart, Mr. London."

Freya, standing nearby, frowned. "So you really did it?"

Leon sighed. "I have no idea what you're all talking about."

London burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha...!"

He then said, "Next time you visit, I hope we can spend more time fishing at the lake. How does that sound?"

"Yes, sir," Leon replied with a nod and a faint smile. "I promise I'll come back and stay here for a couple of days."

After sharing a few more jokes and enjoying the lighthearted moment, they finally bid farewell to London and his staff.

wealthy?"

"Ha ha ha..." Ronald chuckled, but offered no real answer.

"You should probably brace yourself, Leon," Freya advised with a sly smile.

"Why?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are they important government officials? Mafia bosses? Or something even more mysterious?"

Freya merely smirked, leaving Leon to wonder what kind of person he was about to encounter

next.

A series of sleek black luxury cars approached, their spotless, gleaming exteriors catching the sunlight and making them stand out against the sprawling estate.

Leon and his companions were escorted by a group of people in black suits. Leon was led to a larger, more imposing car, with a chauffeur already seated behind the wheel, ready to transport him alone to meet the mysterious host.

The ride was smooth, and when the car finally came to a halt, Leon stepped out, flanked by a small entourage of bodyguards in perfectly tailored black suits.

They guided him into the grand mansion, leading him through an immense foyer into an opulent living room.

The room was a masterpiece of luxury: walls adorned with rich fabrics, exquisitely crafted furniture, and a warm light streaming through massive windows, illuminating the tasteful decorations placed with an almost artistic precision.

How do people even accumulate this much wealth in one lifetime?

He stood in silence for a few moments, soaking in the ambiance, until the sound of approaching footsteps broke the stillness. He heard a sharp, high-pitched female voice

cutting through the air.

"You actually dare to come to my residence?!" the voice said.

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(Author's Note:)

Alright, alright—no peeking! Guess who this sharp-tongued mystery lady is! I'm curious to

see if your guesses are right. So drop your theories in the comments, and let's see who gets it

correct!

And hey, while we're at it, Power Stone and Golden Ticket wouldn't hurt to fuel the suspense,

right?

Let's go, Team Detective Readers!