When They Beg, I Rise!

Lemira's gaze followed Orion as he pulled out his phone, and stepped aside to make a call. She peeked from behind the safety of the corridor, ensuring Lucian wouldn't catch her. Once the call was finalized, Orion approached Lemira with an air of superiority, his expression calm and his tone teeming with a wild edge, "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"To enjoy the show."

What?

Lemira accompanied him to the elevator, heading straight to the third floor. The decor here starkly contrasted with that of the lower levels.

She couldn't help but steal glances at the man beside her. Rumor had it that the restaurant's third floor was reserved for members of a certain caliber, a status virtually no one in Lyria had achieved. Yet, Orion seemed to breeze through without a hitch, greeted with nothing but respect from the staff.

"I heard this level is off-limits to regular members," Lemira whispered.

"Yeah, I know."

Lemira was lost in her thoughts when Orion suddenly stopped, causing her to bump into his back. He

"To the restroom."

downstairs in spite of the fact that the restroom

they were positioned perfectly to overlook the second-floor private room. Something felt off,

palpable as he led Evelina towards the elevator, only to find Orion waiting, as if expected. Lucian frowned unwittingly at the sight of Orion, "What are

hinted at the arrival of a VIP. Despite the Langstons' significant influence in Lyria, the establishment's connections to the Orvin elite demanded reverence, even from them. Evelina added oil

doctor, even though he had good looks, it

impatience shone through, "Take her

suddenly appeared and approached Evelina directly, who

mean by this?" Lucian stood in front of

what it sounds like. She's too noisy; I wanted a word with you," Orion's expression was utterly indifferent, his tone icy,

realized the surrounding was no more other guests.