Chapter 140 Chapter 140 - Red Velvet Auction House (Part 1)

Mikayla heaved up and down in anger as he stared with bloodshot eyes at his son. Not even an ounce of affection could be seen in his dead, cold eyes.

"Don't you even dare to talk about me when you ended the life of your mother! You ended the life of MY wife!" he said, pointing at Charles. "And then you come here, and expect me to give you a big pat on the back and live as if nothing happened?! To hell with that!"

PTUH

Spitting a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, Charles looked at his father silently for a few seconds before he smiled. "Why didn't you kill me then?"

"..." Mikayla didn't respond.

"I mean, come on, Dad. You really want to do it, don't you? Look at you. The all-great Mikayla Raullot, the Sword God, or whatever. Why don't you end your sole mistake, eh? It's easier than all of this pointless nonsense." Throughout this entire time, Charles's tone didn't change at all. Even under the pressure of one of the strongest people in the world and even when he wasn't an Origin User, he didn't seem that shaken.

"I promised that I won't kill you. That's the last request she made of me and I will keep it! But, to have a bastard like you as my son, to have to live with this for the rest of my life, I'm slowly losing it."

Standing up, Charles looked at his father. "That night… Has she told you anything bad about me?"

"..."

"Has she even said that I killed her?" Charles asked, and no answer came from the old man. "Have you ever even entertained the thought that I wouldn't kill my own mother?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! I saw you doing it! You fucking scumbag, are you trying to run away from this?"

"I'm not running because I DIDN'T KILL HER!" Suddenly, Charles yelled loudly, and his expression finally changed. "I didn't… I would've never done it." His tone wavered a little. However, he quickly calmed down and said, "This hatred didn't stem from my mother's death. You never loved me, Dad. Ever since the moment you knew your son wasn't an Origin User, you completely disregarded me. You didn't even come to see me on the day I was born."

Charles, although still smiling, had a complicated gaze in his eyes. "I grew up seeing my own Dad looking at me with disgust. I didn't even know why. I thought it could've been simply because you're strict. So, I worked hard every day, excelled in school, and learned numerous skills just to impress you, and yet, you never even looked me straight in the eyes."

Charles then started approaching his father slowly while still speaking. "I tried. I really did. When I heard that you wouldn't even give me, YOUR ONLY HEIR, a chance at inheriting the patriarch position, you know what I did? I laughed. I laughed like there was no tomorrow. Do you know why? Because I already knew that would happen!"

When he reached Mikayla, he tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm tired of this nonsense. Soon enough, you will die, and when that time comes, let's see if your little guinea pig that you picked up from some filthy orphanage will be able to take it from me."

Then, he picked up the glass and drank the rest of the drink before he smiled. "You are as much a piece of shit as I am, Dad. You were the one who killed Mom, and the more you try to deny it, the more you will realize that it's the truth."

After that, Charles looked at Gerard. "Thanks for the drink, Gerard. It was the best one I had in a very long while."

Then, he left the bar as if nothing happened, leaving Mikayla standing in his place like an immovable object. Nobody knew what was going on in his head.

***

"This place looks like the premiere of a blockbuster movie. Luxurious cars, flashy people, and fake scumbags," Kaya murmured as she looked at the venue where the Auction would take place from the top of a building slightly far away.

Beside her, Kai was sitting casually at the edge of the building, looking in the same direction. His purple eyes seemed to be focused on one particular thing that Kaya couldn't determine.

"What should we do?"

"We will attend normally on our separate ways. Keep a low profile. Unless you notice anything odd, don't talk to me so we don't raise suspicion, understood?" Kai explained.

"Hai Hai~" Kaya replied jokingly.

Then, Kai stood up and adjusted his bowtie for his tuxedo before he changed his face. Kaya, on the other hand, was wearing a red, one-piece dress that accentuated her curves and made her look ravishing. She had a small purse in her hand.

"You look dashing, my love~" She said with a small smile as she dusted off his shoulder.

"Let's go," Kai said as he jumped from the building.

Kaya nodded and then jumped after him.

The two then went on different paths until they reached the entrance to the venue. Countless people, photographers, reporters, and celebrities of all kinds came here tonight to throw their money at priceless artifacts. That's what people might think, at least. However, auctions of this scale are far from just that. They're a battleground for the high echelons of society that didn't require guns or swords.

Here, connections are made, stakes are raised, and people determine their next steps. The goods were simply a bonus to that.

Kai hated the limelight a lot. But he had to go through with this for one simple reason. He wanted to check something. At first, he had no intention to do so, but his guts were telling him that tonight, he might get reunited with someone he hadn't met in a very long time.

Passing through the groups of people, he stepped on the red carpet. There, men and women were taking pics and chatting as they moved toward the entrance. Kai ignored all the gasps of people around him when they saw his handsome features and walked toward the door.

In front of him was a fat man with an expensive suit and a beautiful woman in his arms.

"Invitation, please," the guard said respectfully.

"Huh? Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you know who I am?"

"Sir, it is simply a formality. We aren't questioning your identity. We don't dare." The other guard quickly explained.

"Honeyy~ Just hurry, I want to go inside~," his woman said as she touched his cheek seductively, making the man grin. "Sure, my sweetheart."

Then, the man moved his hand into his breast pocket to get the invitation. His face, however, started to change.

"Hm? Where is it?" He murmured as he searched his other pockets. Yet, nothing, he couldn't find it.

The two guards looked at each other as their respectful looks started to become serious.

"Tsk, where is my invitation, goddamit?! I put it in my breast pocket!"

"If you don't have the invitation, we can't let you in, Sir." The guard said with a less respectful tone. It could even be called sarcastic.

"What the hell?! Who gives a shit about a stupid invitation! Just let me in!"

"We can't, sir. Please, leave. You're stopping the line."

"No!"

The man tried to resist but he ended up getting dragged along with his lover away, in front of the eyes of everyone.

Kai looked at the scene with an empathetic look before he moved forward and handed the guard his invitation as if nothing happened.