( you can skip this chapter if you like to go back to Ava side is still chapter 29 but I will advise you not too as you will miss a lot of interesting scenes and information and later on in the story you will confuse yourself as this character....)
"The way he talks about him..."
Drew lowered his voice."I think he's from one of those legendary families those billionaires son I can say at least in zen."
His uncle's breathing became heavier.
Greed flashed across his face.
To him, this already sounded like a golden opportunity.
If they know the person they are going to meet is actually from a billionaire family worth billions in CU Dollar V$ their greed would be off the moon.
As if sensing his uncle's thoughts, Drew chuckled.
"Uncle, I already transferred five hundred thousand Zens to you."
Silence.
Then
"Hahahahaha!"His uncle burst into laughter.
"Good! , Very good! That's my nephew! We're family after all."
His voice became warm immediately.
"Don't worry I'll help you We just need to deal with Prim first."
A cold smile appeared on the man's face.
"That kid is a pushover Always smiling Always helping others Never fighting back."
"Getting rid of him will be easy."
"Trust me."
"Thank you, Uncle," Drew said gratefully.
After exchanging a few more words, he ended the call.
The room fell silent.
Then Drew laughed to himself.
"Don't blame me, Prim."
"Aren't you always the nice guy?"
"Always helping everyone."
"Always giving."
"Always forgiving."
His expression turned mocking.
"If you're willing to give so much..."
"Then give me this too."
What his uncle didn't know was that Drew hadn't told him everything.
The buyer hadn't paid two million KSB.
He had paid three million.
A total of 1,320,000 Zens.
Drew had kept the difference for himself.
He wasn't stupid enough to share everything.
Meanwhile, his uncle returned to the dining table where his family was celebrating the holiday.
He laughed and chatted with them as if nothing had happened.
As if he wasn't already planning someone's downfall.
As if greed hadn't already blinded him.
Far away, neither uncle nor nephew noticed one simple fact.
People who steal another person's work often forget something important.
If a person can create treasures...
They can usually create more.
And sometimes, the price of greed is much higher than the reward.
The next day, Monday.
Across the world, important figures returned to work.
Government officials, public servants, healthcare workers, emergency responders, military personnel, and everyone responsible for keeping society running resumed their duties especially in Aurelion country.
Just because the world had paused for Unity Holiday didn't mean security had become weaker.
If anything, it became stronger.
During Unity Holiday, security systems across the six nations operated at maximum capacity.
Advanced surveillance AIs, combat drones, patrol robots, holographic monitoring systems, and automated defense weapons remained active around the clock.
The moment a any crime serious or not serious crime was detected, the system could immediately respond.
That was why no criminal in their right mind looked at Unity Holiday and thought:
"Perfect day to rob a bank."
Because it wasn't.
It was the worst possible day even littering can lead to your death.
The security network was fully alert, and emergency response systems were operating at their highest level.
Healthcare robots patrolled cities, emergency drones monitored public areas, and defense systems were prepared to neutralize threats before they escalated.
Anyone foolish enough to commit major or any crimes during that period usually didn't get very far.
Still, despite possessing some of the most advanced technology in the world, the people of Aurelion disliked relying entirely on machines.
Their philosophy was simple:
Technology should assist humanity, not replace it.
Too much dependence made people weak.
That was why Aurelion maintained one of the highest employment rates in Elysia.
Although AI workers, holograms, and robots companies existed with some of them only robots or AI work in the company or holgram, humans remained in charge of most important positions.
Someone always had to watch the machines.
Someone always had to make the final decision.
That mindset was one of the reasons Aurelion Country had become the capital country of the Elysia Nation.
Worldwide, the Unity Holiday was followed by two additional weeks of celebration and rest.
However, Aurelion was different.
Most essential industries reopened immediately on Monday.
Government departments, transportation networks, healthcare institutions, security agencies, and major public services resumed operations.
As compensation, employees received generous holiday bonuses and shorter working hours everyday until the two-week holiday period officially ended.
Businesses were also allowed to reopen during the first week, though only a limited number chose to do so.
The goal was simply to keep society running smoothly.
By the second week, most companies throughout Aurelion would resume normal operations, though many would still close earlier than usual until the holiday season ended.
Meanwhile, Prim had already returned to his part-time job.
The company occupied a modest two-story office building.
Nothing fancy.
Nothing luxurious.
Just a small but respectable workplace.
The first floor housed the main staff area.
Rows of desks filled the open office space where employees handled daily tasks and client requests.
The second floor belonged to management.
The boss's office sat at the end of the hallway, its glass walls overlooking the workspace below.
Nearby was a waiting lounge for clients, furnished with comfortable couches, coffee tables, and several holographic displays.
The company's work was straightforward.
They edited content for creators, managed online accounts, helped aspiring influencers build their careers, assisted clients with branding and marketing or helping them contact good company that can help them, and searched for job opportunities on behalf of customers, giving advice on what to do to maintain social media image get followers what to do to get fans , assisting in making projects for them.
In short, they acted as a bridge between talent and opportunity and like human ai who people asked for assist and help with intertent stuff.
It wasn't glamorous work.
But for someone like Prim, it paid the bills.
And right now, that was enough.
When Prim entered the office, everyone's eyes immediately turned toward him.
For a moment, they looked behind him as if expecting something.
When they saw his empty hands, several people frowned.
"Hey, Prim, where's my drink?" one of the male employees asked.
Prim paused.
Then he closed the door behind him and turned around with his usual warm smile.
"Sorry. The store was closed this morning, so I couldn't buy them," Prim said before giving a small bow, even though he didn't need to.
The man's eyebrows immediately furrowed.
"Wow. So many excuses. I had to drag myself here to work, and you can't even get us a drink? Or are you being stingy now?" he asked while crossing his arms.
Several other employees nodded in agreement.
"Seriously. It's already frustrating enough," another worker complained.
"Normally the workload isn't this annoying, but because of the holiday everyone is staying home and sending requests."
A man rubbed her forehead.
"One client spent thirty minutes asking me what profile picture matched his personality."
A woman nearby groaned.
"That's nothing. Someone asked me how to host a gathering with friends."
Another employee added, "A customer asked me how to operate a social media account and become famous in a week."
The office immediately filled with complaints.
"People ask the dumbest questions."
"I swear half our clients can't think for themselves."
"I needed that drink today."
The woman typing rapidly on her keyboard let out an annoyed sigh.
"If the shop was closed, couldn't you have tried another store?"
Prim's smile somehow became even gentler.
"Then lunch is on me today."
The office fell silent.
"I'll pay for everyone's lunch."
The next second, applause erupted.
"Now you're talking!" the first man said with a grin.
The mood of the office instantly improved.
Prim simply smiled and walked toward his desk.
As he sat down, several female employees glanced his way.
"Wow... Prim is really handsome," a curly-haired woman whispered.
She was wearing a fitted crop top and a short skirt while lazily biting the end of her pen.
The friend sitting beside her adjusted her glasses and looked over.
After a few seconds, she nodded.
"You know what? You're right."
"And he's stylish too."
The curly-haired woman grinned.
"Exactly."
"He's only eighteen, but honestly? I kind of want his number."
Her friend laughed.
"You're shameless."
"I'm serious."
The curly-haired woman rested her chin on her hand.
"He's nice, charming, polite, always smiling, and never causes trouble."
She lowered her voice.
"Have you noticed how relaxing it feels whenever he's around?"
The girl with glasses blinked.
Then she slowly nodded.
"Actually... yeah."
"It's weird."
"It feels like all the stress in the room drops whenever he's nearby."
The curly-haired woman pointed dramatically.
"See? I'm not imagining it."
"He's like a walking cloud."
Her friend laughed.
"You make him sound magical."
The curly-haired woman shrugged.
"Maybe he is."
The girl with glasses glanced toward Prim again.
"Besides, what's wrong with him being eighteen?
She pushed her glasses up.
"We're only two years older."
The two women looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
Completely unaware or they didn't care that their conversation had been overheard by several other female employees nearby.
But the two girls weren't wrong.
Prim was fineeeeee.
Not the flashy kind of handsome that screamed for attention.
The dangerous kind.
The kind you let your guard at .
The kind you feel at ease.
The kind that you can't live without
The type that made people look twice without realizing it.
Standing at 5'11", he had a slim, elegant build that looked more like a model than someone working a part-time office job.
His skin was smooth and fair, flawless even those that did plastic surgery with billions can't achieve it.
A delicate oval face softened his features, while his light blue fox-like eyes carried a gentle warmth that made people
instinctively lower their guard around him.
His eyebrows were neat and well-shaped.
His nose was small and straight.
His lips—
Those lips were a problem.
Light pink, naturally soft, and distracting enough that people often found themselves staring before realizing it.
A small beauty mark rested near the corner of his mouth.
Another sat beneath his eye like a teardrop.
Together they somehow made an already beautiful face even more memorable.
His black hair fell naturally into a neat two-block style, soft as midnight silk.
Everything about him gave off the feeling of a golden boy.
Delicate.
Elegant.
Pure.
Too pure.
The kind of person who looked like he belonged in a luxury advertisement rather than a crowded office.
Today he wore a bright red quarter-zip sweatshirt left slightly open at the collar, revealing a white undershirt beneath.
The relaxed fit hung comfortably on his frame.
Loose white wide-leg trousers completed the outfit, the soft fabric creating a clean silhouette.
White leather sneakers finished the look.
Simple.
Yet ridiculously attractive.
The two girls weren't the only ones who noticed.
Drew noticed too
.
And it annoyed him.
A lot.
From his seat nearby, he listened to their conversation while grinding his teeth.
Fake.
The guy was completely fake.
Always smiling.
Always acting nice.
Always pretending to be humble.
If he was so amazing, why was he working a part-time job here?
Drew sneered inwardly.
Just a poor pretty boy showing off.
Suddenly, Drew stood up.
His voice was loud enough to attract the attention of the entire office.
"You know what, Prim? You don't need to treat everyone to lunch."
Everyone turned toward him.
Drew smiled.
"Why don't I treat everyone instead?"
The office immediately became interested.
Drew casually leaned against a desk.
"Prim, you should come too."
"I'll show you how to properly host people."
His smile widened.
"Not with cheap things."
The room instantly became quiet.
Several people exchanged glances.
Prim simply looked at him calmly.
Drew enjoyed the attention.
"I already ordered takeout."
"The delivery robots should be arriving soon."
The entire office froze.
Someone swallowed.
"A robot delivery?"
One of the female employees stared at him.
"You used robot delivery?"
Everyone knew what that meant.
Robot deliveries were fast.
Safe.
Luxurious.
And expensive.
Even scheduling one cost money.
Drew nodded proudly.
"Not a big deal."
"There are thirty-five people in this building."
"I ordered from Skyland Kitchen."
Several people nearly choked.
Skyland Kitchen?
That place wasn't just expensive.
It was famous for their standards though for them Ava it is like a street food.
The type of restaurant ordinary office workers only saw online.
Drew continued speaking as if discussing the weather.
"The robots can only carry two orders each."
"So I ordered eighteen delivery units."
The office became silent.
"The delivery fee alone cost ninety thousand Z₮."
Someone nearly dropped their phone.
Drew wasn't finished.
"The food itself cost another one hundred and eighty thousand Z₮."
"I spent about two hundred and seventy thousand zen Z₮ total."
Dead silence.
Everyone stared at him.
Two hundred and seventy thousand Z₮.
That was roughly thirteen thousand CU dollars.
A fortune for a casual office lunch.
The same man who had complained about Prim's drinks earlier couldn't help asking,
"That's around thirteen thousand V$, right?"
Drew smiled modestly.
"Something like that It's really not much."
His gaze landed on Prim.
"Take notes."
The office immediately erupted.
"Damn!"
"Rich people really are different!"
"Skyland Kitchen?!"
"You spent that much on lunch?"
Drew enjoyed every second of it.
The admiration.
The shock.
The envy.
This was how things should be.
This was how people should look at him.
Not Prim.
Especially not Prim.
Inside, Drew sneered.
Go ahead and enjoy it.
Consider it payment for those songs.
The world belongs to the strong.
Soon enough, everyone would know the difference between him and Prim.
Prim could buy drinks.
Drew could buy luxury meals.
Prim spent a few thousand Z₮ and people like him.
Drew spent hundreds of thousands.
This was what real status looked like.
And best of all
He still had twelve songs left.
Twelve more opportunities.
Twelve more ways to become rich.
The thought made Drew's smile grow even wider.
"Hey, Prim, learn from him."
One of the women clicked her tongue.
"Look at how Drew does things. The stores were closed, yet he still arranged robot delivery. Meanwhile, you couldn't even do that. So stingy."
Several people nodded.
"Exactly."
"You're so young yet so stingy."
"Be careful or you'll never find a partner."
Prim blinked before smiling sheepishly.
"Hmm, you're right."
Everyone looked at him.
"It's my fault for not being as capable as Brother Drew."
Prim lowered his head slightly.
"I'm still a scholarship student, after all."
"I really should learn from Brother Drew."
He looked toward Drew with admiration.
"It's a good thing Brother Drew will be paying for everyone's breakfast and lunch every day, every week, and every month from now on."
Prim sighed dramatically.
"With Brother Drew settling the bills, everyone will finally be able to enjoy meals I could never afford Brother Drew is truly generous."
The office immediately nodded.
"That's true."
"Brother Drew is amazing."
"We'll be depending on you from now on."
"Having a rich colleague feels great."
Several people even looked at Drew expectantly.
Drew's smile froze.
His face darkened slightly.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
He looked toward Prim.
The younger man's face remained innocent.
Pure.
Full of admiration.
Not a trace of malice.
Yet somehow Drew felt like he had stepped into a pit.
And Prim had handed him the shovel.
"Brother Drew, we'll depend on you from now on."
A man laughed.
The others immediately joined in.
Drew forced a smile.
"Too bad."
Everyone looked at him.
"I'll be leaving soon I already received a new job offer I'm only staying here to pass the time."
The office erupted.
"I knew it!"
"No wonder you're spending money like water!"
"It must be an amazing offer."
"What kind of company is it?"
Drew leaned back proudly.
"Of course it's good."
"Don't worry before I leave, I'll host everyone again."
Cheers immediately filled the office.
Drew sat back down and returned to work.
However, his gaze occasionally drifted toward Prim.
Mockery flashed through his eyes.
Idiot.
You still haven't noticed.
The music drafts on your computer have already been copied.
Soon those songs will belong to me.
By then let's see if you can still smile.