Fifteen minutes before the looming threat of The Clown would cast its ominous shadow over the grand Art Masquerade, a desperate plea for help reached Alex's ears. He turned toward the source of the distress call and saw a beautiful young woman, 21 years old, rushing toward him with urgency in her eyes.
The reason why I bother to go down to this level 2, one is to find out the dark aura, and second to meet This Person
'Amelia Hartwell'
With her formidable intellect and her family's vast resources, Amelia Intellectual is on par and held the key to unraveling The Clown's machinations and bringing the masterminds behind it to justice, Dr. Isabella "Izzy" Sterling. The fate of the gala, the lives of its guests, and the city itself hung in the balance, and it was now up to Alex to join forces with Amelia and confront the looming threat head-on.
She hailed from the prestigious Hartwell family, known for their remarkable intellect and influence. Amelia had two chestnut-brown ponytails that framed her delicate face.
Amalia is a strikingly beautiful young woman with an air of elegance and sophistication. She stands at an average height with a graceful and slender figure that commands attention. Her skin is porcelain-like, flawless, and radiant, befitting her high societal status. She has lustrous chestnut-brown hair that falls in soft waves around her shoulders and cascades down her back and her attire for the gala was a breathtaking ensemble of deep burgundy, adorned with intricate lacework and jewels that shimmered with every step.
The Hartwell family was renowned not only for their wealth but also for their contributions to the fields of science and technology. They were pioneers in various scientific disciplines and had achieved numerous breakthroughs, earning them immense respect and power within the metropolis.
For generations, the Hartwells had been at the forefront of scientific discovery. They were known for their groundbreaking research in fields such as robotics, artificial intelligence, quantum physics, and biotechnology. Their inventions and discoveries had not only advanced the city's technological capabilities but had also improved the lives of its citizens.The family's wealth was substantial, enabling them to fund ambitious research projects and philanthropic endeavors. They owned state-of-the-art laboratories, research facilities, and technology companies, which allowed them to pursue cutting-edge innovations.
The Hartwell family had a tradition of providing top-tier education to their members. They sent their children to prestigious schools and universities, nurturing their intellectual talents from a young age. Many Hartwell family members held advanced degrees and doctorates in various scientific disciplines.
Alex had never encountered Amalia during this event in his previous memories, as he had been stationed on the third level at the time. Even if he were to venture to her location, he couldn't be certain of successfully meeting her. Amalia, it seemed, was exceptionally vigilant and elusive.
What had drawn Amalia to seek out Alex, among all the guests at the gala? The answer lay in an unexpected factor Kai. Earlier in the evening, when Kai had casually touched Alex's shoulder, an unusual sensation had washed over him. It was an almost imperceptible aura, a silent energy that had enveloped him. Alex had been oblivious to its presence until that very moment.
The purpose of this unique aura became apparent when Amalia embarked on her search for a scapegoat. In the midst of the crowded gala, she had honed in on Alex's aura, a facade that concealed his true strength and projected an image of innocence and tranquility.
As he contemplated the situation, Alex couldn't help but wonder about Kai's motives. 'Why did Kai bestow this aura upon me?, and he know my plan?' he pondered. Whatever the reason, it had become a pivotal element in his encounter with Amalia.
'I owe him one,' Alex silently acknowledged, recalling his past dealings with Kai. Their interactions had always been shrouded in mystery and intrigue, and it seemed that their paths were destined to intersect once more.
In those recollections, Amalia had emerged as the victor, fueled by an unwavering determination to eliminate her sibling. Her reckless pursuit had resulted in the deaths of countless individuals, and she had shown no remorse.
As Amelia approached Alex, her eyes conveyed both fear and determination. "Help my sister," she implored, her voice trembling with concern. Her sister, Lily, had become ensnared in a dangerous web of intrigue orchestrated by The Clown, and Amelia knew that only someone of Alex's caliber could aid in rescuing her.
"My Name is Lisa", Alex looked at her and twitched his mouth, 'she lied'
Amalia Hartwell, the brilliant and cunning heiress of the Hartwell family, had always been at odds with her younger half-sister, Ria Hartwell It. It was the illegitimate daughter of their father and had long been a thorn in Amalia's side. Tonight, at the grand Art Masquerade, Amalia saw an opportunity to rid herself of her sister's presence for good.
Amalia is known for her intelligence and shrewdness. She possesses a keen and strategic mind, often plotting her moves several steps ahead. She is fiercely ambitious and determined to secure her position as the sole heir to the Hartwell family fortune.
Amalia is not one to shy away from manipulation, cunning schemes, or even betrayal if it serves her goals. She can be charming and charismatic when it suits her, easily winning people over with her charisma. However, beneath her poised exterior lies a deep-seated jealousy and resentment, particularly toward her half-sister, It.
'Found the scapegoat' She Grinned her mouth 'He is so handsome, that's a pity'
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Amalia , with her cunning intellect and deceptive charm, had hatched a meticulous plan to rid herself of her half-sister, Ria. She had always considered Ria a nuisance, an illegitimate daughter who posed a threat to her position as the heir to the Sterling family fortune and legacy. Tonight, at the grand Art Masquerade, she saw an opportunity she couldn't resist.
As the gala's festivities swirled around them, Amalia had subtly led Ria away from the watchful eyes of their bodyguard, Viktor. She knew that Viktor had a deep sense of duty and loyalty to the Sterling family, and she needed to divert his attention away from Ria.
Amalia's attire was impeccable, a reflection of her status as the legitimate heir of the Sterling family. Her sapphire-blue gown, adorned with intricate lace, shimmered under the grand chandeliers of the gala. Her raven-black hair was elegantly coiled, and her sly, calculating eyes were hidden behind a mask of innocence.
Viktor, a tall and imposing figure in a tailored black suit, had been assigned to ensure Ria's safety throughout the evening. He had taken his job seriously, always vigilant and unwavering in his protection of Ria.
As the gala continued, Amalia skillfully manipulated the situation. She whispered in Viktor's ear, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Viktor, darling, I have a surprise planned for Ria. A little game, if you will. But I need your help to make it a surprise."
Viktor, momentarily entranced by Amalia's charms, nodded eagerly. "Of course, Miss Amalia. I'm at your service."
Amalia flashed him a coy smile and then turned her attention to Ria. "Ria, dear sister," she purred, "I've arranged something special for you in the garden. It's a surprise, and Viktor will escort you. Won't you, Viktor?"
Viktor nodded, his dedication to the family compelling him to comply. "Certainly, Miss Amalia. I'll take Ria to the garden."
Ria, unsuspecting of her sister's treacherous intentions, followed Viktor with a sense of excitement. She had always longed for a closer relationship with her half-sister, and Amalia's gesture had touched her heart.
Amalia watched as they disappeared into the moonlit garden, her lips curling into a sinister smile behind her mask. She had set her plan into motion, ensuring that her sister would never return from the garden. With Viktor as a witness to her departure, Amalia would have a scapegoat for Ria's disappearance—the enigmatic man she had noticed earlier, Alex.
As the minutes passed, Amalia's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that Ria was now trapped in her carefully orchestrated web of deception, and she couldn't wait to see the consequences unfold.
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"Can,,can you follow me", with shy gesture Amalia urge Alex
Amalia urged Alex to follow her, a cunning smile playing on her lips. She believed she could easily manipulate him to suit her devious plan. However, Alex, ever the perceptive and cautious individual, was not so easily swayed.
"Do you really think I am stupid?" Alex replied, his tone cool and composed.
Amalia's smile froze, and a flicker of unease crossed her face. What was happening? She couldn't afford any hitches in her meticulously crafted scheme.
"Amelia Hartwell," Alex continued, his voice low and steady, "You're a smart and cunning woman."
Amalia's eyes widened as her heart raced. How did he know her name, and more importantly, how did he see through her carefully laid plans?
"You know me?" Amalia stammered, trying to regain her composure.
Alex took a step closer, his mouth nearly touching Amalia's ear. "Not only do I know you, but I also know your plan."
Amalia was shocked to her core. Who was this person, and how had he unraveled her intentions?
"I don't know what you're talking about," she managed to mutter, her facade slipping.
Alex continued to close the gap between them, his words dripping with a cold certainty. "Amalia, you have a sister, and you want to become the heir. You want to control everything, and you thrive on being in control."
Amalia felt exposed and cornered. Her mind raced as she tried to salvage the situation. Her carefully crafted scheme was unraveling before her eyes, and the mysterious man named Alex seemed to hold all the cards.