<h4>Chapter 281: Reverie Of Last Night</h4>


    (Fabian’s POV)


    "You know all eyes are on this event, and you are well aware of the importance it holds. The guests are all prominent figures. So, make sure that not a single mistake happens today. I won’t tolerate any of it," Grandfather gave me final instructions.


    Without his mentioning, I am already aware that today’s seminar held great essence. There won’t be just business figures and luminaries that would be in attendance, but the Vampire n’s distinct personalities would be making their presence as well. Some of them are constantly after the grandfather’s head’s position, trying to bring him somehow down, and would use even a single, minor slip up to escte even the tiniest of matters. It was their motto to make a mountain out of a molehill.


    I may not like the Vampire n, but I know how tirelessly my grandfather has worked for this n and its people.


    When I was little and had juste to the Larson Abode, the main residence. Chris Shadow, his aide, had told me about the struggles he had faced when he was the crown prince of the Blood Fangs n. But with his brilliant mind and natural talent for strategic intelligence, he made Blood Fangs the top n amongst the Vampire Community. Although there was resistance from some people, seeing how he handled matters and how ruthless he was in his approach, he gained the title of the King of Vampires.


    Ever since he had taken over the crown, no one dared to challenge him. And~ .... the vampires who were going rampant, killing humans and other species for mere pleasure and satisfaction, they have gone cold feet as well. But I know, there are bad fish everywhere who could pollute the river and infect the good ones as well. And this kind of asion was a perfect excuse to make their move and create an uproar.


    "Rest assured. I have checked and reviewed everything," I spoke, each word enunciated with determination and confidence.


    We were inside the CEO’s office. He was settled behind the American ck walnut desk, looking every bit of his imposing and aloof self. While I remained standing, listening to his words, "Good." He leaned forward and added, "The Vampire Council members still aren’t aware of the Lycan Alphas being the guests of honor for today. They would definitely throw a fit and try something to taint today’s seminar. Keep a close eye on them. Don’t let them mess up your hard work." He looked at the time and remarked, "The seminar is about to begin shortly. You may take your leave now. I wille in just a while."


    I nodded and made my exit to get to my room for a change of clothes.


    I looked outside the building, and in the distance, I could see the Zenith Heights. My memory jogged down to what went downst night. How Yelena’s call startled the shit out of me? How I left everything and rushed out to get them? When I saw all of them unharmed and secured how I felt relieved. How, after seeing Myra had injured her arm, my heart ached. The feeling was as if a thousand needles were piercing my heart at the same time. How did I feel after getting Elisa’s message? I can’t even describe it in words, my true feelings.


    I was scared, rmed, and panic stricken by the fact that the Everests and Myra were in the same space. The worst of my fears had almoste true. But thankfully .... Thankfully, they didn’t get to see her.


    I guess I got lucky somehow. And what happened after that, at my ce, was a bonus. Honestly, I never thought to take Myra to my residence. She has always been hesitant about going there, and I wasn’t someone who would force her. But the circumstances, the vibe, everything else was different.


    Thinking about our close moment, a smile crept up on my lips. Only if Myra had given me a hint, we would have~ ..."


    "You~ng ... Mas~ter~, Young Master?" a voice snapped me back to reality.


    "Huhhh?" I looked at the person. It was Gunner as he stared at me with an unreadable expression.


    Straightening my clothes, I cleared my throat and asked, "What is it?"


    "You alright? Your face is flushed," he remarked. "Are youing down with a fever?"


    Touching my cheek, I replied, "Is it? It must have been because of the heat."


    "But~ ..." he looked outside and then at me, but didn’t say anything else. Then he changed the topic, "Your suit is ready and guests have started to arrive. We need to be there in twenty minutes," he said.


    I nodded and strode to my room. As I was about to enter the elevator, I nced outside once again and saw the gloomy, dark sky.


    After getting ready, I checked myself in the mirror. Wearing a beige hued suit, pairing it with a crisp white dress shirt and coffee colored tie, I was all set and good to go. ’The day is going to be good, and everything will turn out perfectly. Just as I have always wanted.’ I repeated in my head.


    With this confidence, I reached the venue, and quite expectedly, it was bustling with chatters and engagements. The invitations were sent to all the people who held significant influence in today’s world. Top businessmen, megastars, prominent NGOs, sportspersons, you name it, and that person could be seen mingling with others.


    I nodded and greeted as I passed by, making my way towards the podium, to give a brief speech for the asion and my grandfather’s arrival.


    As I was just about to reach the stage, Ms. Siyona Este, the CFO of Te Group of Industries, called out to me as she greeted me with a smile, "Prof. Stephens, long time no see. I heard you were in charge of this year’s seminar. I am so impressed. The arrangement has been impable, just like you." She looked at me from head to toe and then added, "Beige really suits you."


    I was polite towards her advances, "Thank you, Ms. Este. I am d you are enjoying your time here. Uhhh~ ...... I am sorry, but I need to excuse myself as Chairman Larson is calling for me." Without giving her a chance, I gave her a brief bow and stepped on my way to get to the podium once again.


    As I was just about to put my foot on the lower step, a very unconventional female voice called out to me, "Prof. Stephens, do you have a minute?"


    I wasn’t in the mood, and also I had urgent matters to attend to, so without looking back, I declined her, "Miss. I need to be somewhere."


    But that person didn’t give me a chance to resist. She grabbed my wrist and started, "Pro. Stephens, please~ ...." I was offended by such absurdity and rudeness. And before she could say anything more, I turned around to say who it was.


    But when I saw Yelena Yates’s face, I was shocked and couldn’t help but ask, "From what are you doing here, Yelena?"


    She wasughing like a carefree child, as if she was expecting my reaction. I was perplexed by her presence and added, "What I remember, you weren’t on the guest list."


    She looked straight at me and answered, "I wasn’t, but my grandfather was. He gave his invitation to me."


    ’Ahh~ ...... it made sense now. She came with Mr. Garry Yates,’ I nodded.


    She then added, "But I didn’te alone."


    "Of course you didn’t. So, where is Mr. Yates senior? Why can’t I see him?" I inquired as I checked the room.


    She chuckled, which was an odd start, and said, "Not him. He is in Damona right now."


    ’He is in Damona, then who is it?’ my brows wrinkled at her words.


    "I came with~" she was about to say, but then all of a sudden someone jumped in between us and eximed, "She came with me and sis Myra."


    ’Wendy? What is she doing here? And what did she say? Myra is with them?’ Her words made me feel like I was struck by lightning as I couldn’t help but yelp, "WHAT? Myra .... She is also here?"


    ’This can’t be. Why is she here, of all ces? No, no, NOOOOOOO. She shouldn’t be here. What do I do? What the hell do I do? .... Ohhh~ yes, before making the speech, I need to get her out of here. Yes, I absolutely cannot let her be seen by those Lycans.’


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    Yelena’s voice brought me out of my reverie. "Fabian, you don’t seem well? Is everything okay?" Her tone was full of worry, but nothing mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was that I needed to get Myra and these out of this ce.


    Otherwise, every single thing that I have worked so hard for would go to waste. Without much thought, I held her shoulders firmly, pressing on them as I inquired, "Tell me, where is Myra?"


    "Ouchhh~ .... Fabian, it’s hurting," Yelena said, a frown appearing on her face.


    Seeing her like that, I pulled myself away a little. Then, trying to keep my emotional state bnced, I steadied my breath and asked her again, this time with a much calmer tone, "I am sorry about that. Are you alright? By the way, where is Myra? Why is she not with you two?"


    Rubbing her shoulders, Yelena replied casually, "Myra? We don’t know. Oswald Mitchell called for her. She must be here, somewhere."


    To Be Continued . . . . . . . .