Chapter 66 - 65: Calm After The Storm
Back at the small corner café, Rex quietly flipped through the last few pages of the Whitmore family dossier. The documents were dense with historical data—birth records, financial accounts, investment patterns, suspicious foundations, and alliances that stretched across countries and decades. He wasn’t trying to memorize every detail, just getting a feel. A general understanding. Enough to connect names to faces, motives to movements.
And more importantly, kind of getting an understanding of how the real wealthy operate and stuff like that—because he was a small rich man too, and with the system, he’d eventually have to face things like that.
Outside the large window, the afternoon sun streamed through the glass, glinting off the surface of his untouched latte. The coffee had gone cold, but the aroma still lingered, blending with the café’s warm cinnamon-sugar atmosphere. Indie music played faintly in the background, calming yet upbeat.
Closing the file with a muted thud, Rex exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He took one last sip of his coffee—cold now, but still potent—then stood up.
Seeing this, Victor and Kaelan also calmly stood from their seats and quietly went behind him.
Making his way to the counter, Rex pulled out his wallet to pay. As the barista handed him the receipt, he felt a strange prickling sensation—like someone was staring holes into the back of his head. He turned slightly, and there she was: the waitress who had served him earlier.
Her gaze was intense, eyes practically dripping with resentment. It wasn’t the mild annoyance of someone who’d had a rough shift. No, this was personal. Her stare had the quiet fury of a lover scorned, as if Rex had whispered sweet nothings, promised the moon, then vanished into thin air the next morning.
He blinked.
Had he forgotten something? Misread a conversation?
His mind flipped through the last few hours. Nothing. He didn’t even remember talking to her beyond a polite thank-you.
Suddenly thinking about something, a strange chill went down his spine.