Chapter 1965

Dad stepped forward and pressed the cold barrel of his gun under Cyrus's chin to tilt his head up. His gaze was sharp and utterly devoid of warmth. "Where did you come from?" The sheer weight of his presence was suffocating. Cyrus barely managed to stay upright under the pressure. So this was Dad from 20 years ago. The man who ruled Seathburn City with an iron grip? Seeing Cyrus's loss for words, I panicked and blurted out. "We're not with The Lucent! We're… we're your admirers!" Everyone fell silent. Dad's eyes flicked to me. It was a piercing and intimidating gaze that I'd never seen before. One look was enough to make me shrink back instinctively. "They look like high schoolers, I suppose. Their clothes are a bit unusual," Mr. Foster remarked while eyeing our outfits with curiosity. Mrs. Foster, on the other hand, seemed intrigued. "Not bad. Pretty trendy. Why haven't I seen this brand's new collection?" Cyrus and I were both wearing limited-edition fall pieces from a well