Chapter 248: A Frightening Existence
“Did you invite Owen from the Sinclair family?” Austin asked, changing the subject.
Caleb responded with a noncommittal nod. “Indeed, this city isn’t exactly our domain. Here in Lyhaton, the Sinclair family commands considerable deference.”
At the mention of the Sinclair family, a flicker of interest briefly animated Derek’s otherwise detached demeanor.
At that instant, Owen was escorted into their enclosure by the manager. His eyes flickered over Caleb and Austin before settling on Derek. A subtle shift in his expression followed—something unreadable, a complex mix of emotions.
The three men before him weren’t the type one crossed lightly—especially Derek, who sat quietly in the corner. Owen acknowledged each in turn. “Greetings, Mr. Vaughn, Mr. Liam.”
Austin lifted his goblet in a silent toast before gesturing for Owen to take a seat beside Caleb. With measured grace, Owen approached and sat, though his gaze kept returning to Derek. A vague sense of familiarity nagged at him, though the precise memory eluded him.
Austin offered him a glass of wine. Accepting it, Owen sipped, his gaze inevitably wandering back to Derek. Derek reclined easily, his slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing the defined lines of his collarbone, lending him an air of effortless allure and raw power. He exuded an overwhelming sense of control and charisma, commanding quiet reverence even in repose.
When Derek’s attention suddenly shifted to him, Owen met Derek’s cold stare and momentarily tensed. However, he met Derek’s intimidating gaze with unwavering boldness.
“That gentleman is Mr. Hopkins,” Austin said. “Feel free to call him Derek.”
Realization dawned in Owen’ eyes.
Whether Austin, Caleb, or Derek, each belonged to a sphere far removed from the ordinary—the Independent Continent. It was vast and sprawling—not merely a city, but a large state composed of multiple cities. It held no allegiance to any nation, entity, or global organization; it stood completely independent.
The veil of secrecy surrounding the Independent Continent was remarkably thick. Thus, only the upper echelons of global finance and world leaders knew of its existence. They said the Independent Continent was once home to four ancient families, but decades ago, a great upheaval shook its foundations. During this period, numerous powers watched eagerly, poised to exploit any vulnerability. Surprisingly, the internal turmoil settled swiftly, and the power dynamics of the four families were radically transformed overnight. The influence of the Hopkins family commanded immense respect, even among the senior leaders of the Independent Continent.
Owen’ eyes sparkled briefly as he finished his drink in one gulp. With the arrival of additional guests, the ambiance grew more vibrant, and a game of dice commenced.
There’s an old saying that a happy disposition attracts good fortune. Considering today was his bar’s opening day, Caleb thought luck would be on his side. Unfortunately, he was on a streak of bad luck, swiftly consuming every drink placed before him.
Observing the unfolding events, Caleb commented, “Mr. Sinclair, tonight seems to be favoring you exceptionally.” With a cigarette loosely perched between his lips, he gave Owen a significant look.
Owen returned the glance with a subtle smirk. “Seems fortune’s on my side tonight.”
Austin let out a taunting laugh, eyeing Caleb provocatively. “No excuses now! You know the rules, drink up!”
“I’m ready for another round.” After extinguishing his cigarette, Caleb rolled up his sleeves, concealing his frustration. “I’ve never turned down a drinking challenge.”