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Chapter_264
Although it was just a casual dinner, Nash had still reserved the Diamond Private Room—modest by the Chateau Hotel’s standards, but still a staggering 200 square meters of understated opulence.
Clutching her beloved Winnie the Pooh plush, Yvonne gasped in amazement. “Such a big room… and such a big table! I’ve never eaten in such a luxurious hotel before!”
She turned to Hera with sparkling eyes. “Hera, do you come here often?”
Hera smiled politely. “Only once before. Honestly, I’m only getting this chance because of you.”
Yvonne giggled. “Hehe… Hera, you sure know how to flatter someone!”
Soon, waiters arrived with precision and grace, carrying in a stream of delicacies.
To prevent waste, Nash had asked Olivia to prepare only enough food for eight people. Yet even so, eighteen signature dishes and three soups were brought out—each one meticulously crafted, far exceeding the standards of a typical banquet.
Meanwhile, at Royal Bay Villa, Maria was lounging on a bench outside the entrance, nibbling on snacks while chatting with her son on video call.
Inside the screen, Adam was busy typing when he suddenly froze. His pupils contracted sharply.
Alarmed by her son’s change in expression, Maria asked, “What’s wrong, son?”
Adam raised a hand urgently. “Shhh! Quiet, Mom!”
Maria sensed the tension. She turned her head slightly—and saw a man in a suit rummaging through Yvonne’s luggage in the living room.
Before Adam could stop her, Maria stood and shouted, “Thief! Catch the thief!”
Damn it!
Adam’s face turned ashen. He immediately hung up and reached for the landline to call Hera.
Just then, the screech of tires broke the quiet evening.
A car pulled up abruptly outside, and Xeno stepped out, followed by a brawny, imposing man.
Maria, recognizing Xeno from a previous encounter, screamed, “Quick! Catch the thief!”
Xeno didn’t hesitate. He pulled out a gun—already fitted with a silencer—and aimed it at the suited man.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots fired in succession—all missed.
The muscular man beside him scoffed. “You call that shooting?”
With a grim chuckle, he strode toward the villa. “Stealing from Mr. Nash? Kid, you’ve got a death wish.”
“Logan, come back!” Xeno shouted, his voice suddenly frantic.
He’d been using guns for two decades. At his level, missing a stationary target at such short range was impossible.
Yet every bullet had veered off course—as if something was subtly altering their paths.
Inside the villa, the suited man had just retrieved a fist-sized box from Yvonne’s luggage.
“Found it,” he murmured, almost to himself.
At the same moment, Logan’s hand closed around the man’s neck.
But before he could tighten his grip, the man stood up—and released a forceful burst of energy, sending Logan flying like a ragdoll into the air.
Xeno, stunned, raised his gun again and fired three more shots.
This time, what happened defied all logic.
The suited man snatched all three bullets out of the air—with his bare hands.
Xeno stood frozen, blood draining from his face.
He had heard of martial arts masters capable of impossible feats… but this?
“W-What the hell is he?” he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
And across the courtyard, Maria stared too—her mouth agape, snacks forgotten in her lap—as the line between man and monster blurred before her eyes.