Ezra’s mother’s family, the Ports, was among the most prominent names. Their finance and investment empire stretched across the continent. Their name commanded such power and influence that even governments hesitated to challenge it. However, their true strength lay not merely in their immense richness but in their protector, the Abyssal Void. This notorious organization was feared worldwide, known for eliminating threats with unmatched ruthlessness, ensuring that the Port family’s businesses remained untouchable.

What intrigued Spencer, however, was not their influence, but their inevitable downfall.

As he sipped his drink, the news of their sudden collapse replayed in his mind. It had all begun with the shocking death of Nathaly Port Taylor, Ezra’s mother—the golden princess of the Ports. A woman revered not only for her beauty and brilliance but also for her position at the pinnacle of the family empire. Her demise had been abrupt, shrouded in mystery, and marked the first crack in the fortress-like dynasty.

The headlines around the globe were sensational, reporting Nathaly’s death as an unfortunate accident.

Then came the second blow, a jarring twist that left even the media scrambling for answers. Nathaly’s father, the tenacious patriarch of the Ports, was found dead in his office, a single bullet had ended his life. Subsequent reports revealed that his death was a suicide.

The news of the fall of the most powerful business empire sent shockwaves around the globe, destabilizing financial markets and undermining trust in alliances once considered unbreakable. However, what the world did not realize was that the collapse of the Ports was not the most astonishing event of that year.

Far more intriguing was the disappearance of their greatest ally, the Abyssal Void.

This feared dark force had been the silent enforcers of the Ports’ reign. Their mere name was enough to quell rebellion and silence opposition. They operated in absolute secrecy, their influence spanning continents, and their brutality was unmatched.

However, as the ports diminished, so too did the Abyssal Void.

No headlines marked their withdrawal; their disappearance was as mysterious as the ports themselves.

Whispers circulated throughout the underworld, speculating on what could have caused such a powerful organization to crumble. Even the most prominent entities, both governmental and non-governmental, were left bewildered by the sudden disappearance of the Abyssal Void. At the forefront of the investigation was the World Intelligence Secret Agency (WISA), a formidable government force with influence that extended far beyond public comprehension. Renowned for its extensive networks, WISA served as the silent guardian of global stability, monitoring threats that others could barely fathom. For decades, the Abyssal Void had been a ghostly adversary, a phantom force that left no loose ends and no traceable trail. Yet now, they had vanished entirely, leaving behind an unsettling void that even the world’s sharpest minds could not penetrate.

Years after the greatest mysteries, a piece of information finally sheds light on the truth. At the center of this global riddle was the so-called “princes” of the dignified business tycoon family of Wilson, Blair Wilson.

According to a WISA informant, the kidnapping of Blair Wilson alongside Nathaly was not a random act; the Abyssal Void orchestrated it. However, the details of the sinister plot that unfolded remain unclear.

What the informant knew so far was that during the kidnapping, Blair’s effort to fight her captors inadvertently revealed the Abyssal Void’s secret: possession of a USB drive—a device containing catastrophic secrets, including international conspiracies, devastating technological weapons, and the darkest truths about the world’s elites, including the Dalton family.

The Daltons, a low-profile family secretly operating the world’s most dangerous assassin network, uncovered the existence of a powerful artifact through Blair, which launched a relentless hunt. It was this USB that the Daltons had been seeking. Their unyielding chase compelled the Abyssal Void to retreat, their strength waning as they abandoned their forces to ensure their survival.

As the WISA attempted to piece the story together, they encountered more questions than answers. Nathaly Port had died, the Abyssal Void had disappeared without a trace, and Blair Wilson, the pivotal figure in the plot, had no recollection of the incident.

So… Who possesses the most powerful weapon capable of reshaping the world? Where is the USB?

Spencer’s POV:

The lecture hall for the first-year medical program buzzed with a nervous energy unique to the freshmen medical students. They shuffled into their seats; some clutched notebooks and pens, while others set up tablets and laptops, their fingers trembling slightly as they double-checked their schedules. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

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Spencer slumped in a chair near the back. His fingers tapped restlessly on the desk, echoing the words his father repeatedly spoke in his mind. Arden Dalton, in his calculated judgment, had decided on sending his son on a mission.

“Keep your eyes on Blair Wilson,” his father reminded him, as if the girl posed a threat to their powerful clan.

“It’s a simple assignment, son. Just keep tabs on her while you do your best studying in medicine. It’s a win-win.”

Spencer knew that this mission would be excruciatingly dull, but now, as he sat in the lecture hall, he realized it would be far worse—much worse.

He glanced around the room, observing the eager faces. These individuals were the type who had dreamed of attending medical school their entire lives, likely spending their high school years in libraries, researching every healthcare-related book. He imagined they even romanticized sleepless nights and hospital rotations.

He had no desire in their competition for recognition or top rankings. To him, it all felt like a facade. The most frustrating aspect? The focal point of this charade—his so-called assignment—was nowhere to be found.

Then a sudden noise shattered the awkward silence.

The door swung open with a casual flair, and in walked a girl who moved as if she owned the place. Heads turned almost in unison, captivated by her presence and beauty. She wasn’t just another first-year student shuffling into her seat with a sheepish smile; no, this girl strode confidently to the front of the room, her steps deliberate and her chin held high.

Spencer stiffened in his seat near the back, his sharp gaze narrowing. His target had arrived!

“Hi, everyone! I’m Blair Wilson,” she began, her voice radiating an unmistakable cheerfulness that filled the lecture hall. Her bright demeanor stood in stark contrast to the nervous silence that had preceded her arrival. “I just turned 19 three months ago, and I’m thrilled to embark on this new chapter of medical school with all of you!”

She clasped her hands together as she continued, her tone brimming with enthusiasm. “I know we’re all new here, and the course can be quite intimidating, but I just wanted to say—don’t worry! If anyone needs help with their studies or anything else, you can count on me. Studying—it’s practically my hobby—so I’ll be happy to guide you!”

Her words lingered in the room, a blend of excessive friendliness and overt self-assurance. It wasn’t the content of her speech that captured attention; rather, it was her presence.

Blair wore impeccable clothing, each piece radiating exclusivity. A designer bag was slung over one shoulder, and around her neck sparkled a necklace that was both subtle and distinct, easily recognizable in its origin. Only the Wilson heir could afford to flaunt such extravagance.

Spencer’s lip curled slightly in disdain as he leaned back in his chair, observing the scene unfold. It wasn’t her confidence that irritated him—he had encountered many audacious individuals throughout his life. Rather, it was the manner in which she wielded it, as if she needed to command attention and position herself as the focal point of the room.

“I hate this kind of person, as if her mere presence is doing everyone a favor!” He gritted his teeth as he watched her intently.

Spencer stared at her, his annoyance intensifying. This was not merely going to be a waste of time; it was bound to be infuriating.

He exhaled slowly before standing up.

“My name is Spencer Brooks,” he began, his voice steady and humble. “I turned 21 last month, and my favorite hobby is sleeping.”

A ripple of laughter broke the tension in the room. His introduction to the class created a buzz, not only because of his witty words but also because of his striking appearance. His effortless charm captivated the attention of nearly every girl present.

“Not because I’m lazy,” he clarified. “You see, I am a full-time scholar while also working a few part-time jobs to make ends meet,” he added, glancing briefly at Blair.

The charm that had captivated the room moments earlier faded. Although his striking features remained undeniably handsome, his status now cast him in a different light. Whispers circulated, and a few students exchanged knowing glances—those that conveyed quiet judgment or veiled pity.

“So, yes,” Spencer continued with a smirk, fully aware of the subtle shift in perception. “I’m not the guy who begs for help on an assignment, but I’m also not the type to offer it. So, don’t bother me unless it’s for something truly important.”

Blair, seated at the front, tilted her head, her expression shifting between curiosity and amusement as her eyes tracked him.

“You look expensive, though,” she blurted out, her voice loud enough for the entire class to hear, startling everyone. “But you sound... well, kind of dumb.”

A few students chuckled, and Spencer’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression calm yet sharp, like a predator sizing up its prey. Although Blair’s words might have caught others off guard, he remained composed. His lips curled into a faint smirk, and his posture straightened, exuding quiet certainty and unshakable confidence.

“If you are a full-time scholar at this university, you must be pretty smart. However, I want you to understand that just because you are poor does not mean I will go easy on you. I only hope that I will not hinder your scholarship.”

Her words flowed with an air of certainty, as if she were merely stating facts rather than provocation. She stood tall, with her shoulders back and her head held high, exuding effortless confidence.

Spencer’s composed exterior concealed the turmoil brewing within. Her pointed remarks ignited an uncomfortable realization: to maintain his facade, he would need to excel academically in a class filled with fiercely ambitious peers.

The magnitude of this hit him hard, and anger flared. Arden Dalton, his father, hadn’t particularly told him to introduce himself as a full-time scholar or spin some pitiful tale about being poor. Yet, somehow, here he was, sitting in this mess—and it was all because of Blair Wilson, his bothersome mission.

The idea had sparked the moment he’d seen her, her confidence practically radiating as she took center stage. Something about her demeanor had triggered him to ad-lib that ridiculous cover, as if he’d instinctively crafted a counterbalance to her overwhelming presence. Why he thought to do it, he couldn’t quite comprehend, but now he was stuck with it.

“F*** her! Thanks to her, I’ve f*** myself.”

He clenched his jaw, realizing his rash improvisation had backfired, leaving him tangled in a persona he had no choice but to maintain.