Alex returned to the shed after his unexpected meeting with Conan Grey. As he entered, he noticed the workers in the shed were engrossed in their tasks. His gaze swept the area, searching for Siren, but she was nowhere to be found among the workers.

He then went towards the test track.

There, he caught sight of Siren testing the bike, but to his surprise, she wasn't alone. A small boy sat in front of her, clutching the fuel tank tightly as they rode. This sight left Alex dumbfounded, as it was the first time he had seen Siren with company during her test rides.

The bike came to a halt. Siren removed her helmet and hooked it to the handlebars before helping Aiden to get off the bike.

Alex, who was already surprised by the scene, was stunned to see Siren fixing the small boy's hair. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming in broad daylight.

Siren and Aiden were greeted by Alex, who was staring at them with his mouth agape. Siren swiftly snapped her fingers, jolting him out of his daze.

Alex blinked, his gaze shifting between Siren and the boy, a sense of familiarity tugging at his memory. Those forest green eyes stirred something within him, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen them before.

Aiden stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Aiden greets Grandpa," he said politely.

Alex shuddered hearing the small boy call him grandpa.

"Wait, are you the one who called me Grandpa that day?" he asked, his mind racing to recall the encounter.

Aiden nodded solemnly. "Yes, I apologize to Grandpa for my lack of manners that day," he replied, bowing once more.

Alex chuckled, his initial surprise giving way to amusement. "Nah, it's good. You don't need to apologize," he said warmly, patting Aiden's head affectionately.

The boy appeared young, yet his demeanor exuded a surprising level of maturity. Alex couldn't help but wonder about the family he belonged to; there was an air of distinction about him that suggested he wasn't from an ordinary background. His appearance and mannerisms were anything but ordinary.

Meanwhile, Siren, who had been observing the interaction quietly, noticed the bandage wrapped around Alex's hand. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she inquired, "What happened to your hand?"

Alex instinctively concealed his hand behind his back, offering a dismissive response, "Oh, it's nothing, just a small injury."

Siren's frown deepened, but she chose not to press further for details.

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Ecstasy club

The vibrant lights of the disco danced around the room, pulsating to the beat of the music that filled every corner. The center of the stage was filled with people jumping and dancing, their sweaty bodies swayed with the vibrant music.

Amidst it all, a waiter with silver hair navigated through the crowd, carefully balancing a tray of wine glasses and a bottle of Fratelli red wine.

He entered the room and began to serve the wine. Today's party host is the young master of the Hutson family, Frederick Hutson. It's his hobby to throw parties now and then to enjoy with his friends and being the only son of Hutson family makes him live a carefree life.

Frederick noticed a waiter came inside the room with wine. He continued to serve the wine, his silver hair looking soft and fluffy, delicate collar bone peeking out of his unbuttoned collar, slender hands holding the stem of the wine glass before pouring the wine. His movement was slow and somewhat clumsy, probably a new worker thought Frederick.

He turned away from the waiter when he felt someone touch his thighs.

"Baby what are you looking at? Don't say you find that waiter prettier than me." a girl beside him rubbed her bosom against his arms and asked coquettishly.

Indeed he is! But Frederick decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

He smiled at her and replied, " You are more pretty".

Suddenly, he felt something wet trailed down from his pants. He looked down to see a bright red wine spilled on his pants.

"Are you crazy? How dare you?" the girl beside him shouted at the waiter who trembled at the sight.

SMACK

Before Frederick could intervene, a loud slap resonated, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The waiter's face paled due to the unexpected slap, his cheek turning pink with handprints clearly visible.

"Don't you know how to serve?" the girl shouted at the waiter, who continued to bow at them and mutter apologies.

"Leave it, Cassie. He's probably a new worker," Frederick tried to ease the atmosphere.

He then turned to the waiter and ordered, "Assist me to the restroom."

The waiter bowed again and began to lead the way towards the restroom, still visibly shaken from the encounter.

Frederick washed his hands after cleaning the mess, studying the reflection in the large mirror in front of him. He noticed the waiter continuing to look at the ground, avoiding eye contact. From his appearance and features, he seemed to be around the same age as Frederick, perhaps a year or two younger.

"What's your name?" Frederick questioned the waiter.

The waiter raised his head, and Frederick noticed the unshed tear in the man's eyes, giving them a foggy and alluring quality. So his eyes are silver too, Frederick noted, intrigued by the unusual color.

"Sam… Sam Tayser, sir," the waiter replied softly.

"Sam, sorry for Cassie's action. Sometimes she's a bit quick-tempered," Frederick apologized.

"No sir, it's my fault. You don't need to apologize," Sam insisted, bowing once again.

Frederick chuckled at Sam's continuous bowing. "You don't need to bow. It's not like you did it intentionally. By the way, I'm Frederick Hutson," he introduced himself.

Sam noticed the lingering wetness on Frederick's pants and retrieved his handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to him.

"Thank you," Frederick said, accepting the handkerchief and using it to dry his pants. "I think I should go before Cassie makes a fuss about my absence."

Sam bowed to him again when he left the place.

Alone in the room, Sam turned to face his reflection in the mirror. His cheek appeared slightly swollen from the force of the slap.

"Fuck, that bitch. If I ever see her again, I'll make sure to tear her apart," he muttered, still feeling the sting of pain from the slap.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Startled, Sam turned at the sound of a voice. He heard the click of one of the toilet cubicles unlocking, and a man emerged from it.