A GOD'S WAY OF JUDGEMENT

19- God's way laying traps

Ronan leaned back in the smooth leather seat as his sleek black car cruised down the city streets, the hum of the engine blending with the soft sounds of the city night. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the console on the dashboard.

"Z," Ronan murmured.

"Yes, sir?" came the smooth, emotionless reply, Z's voice seamlessly projecting through the car's speakers.

Ronan stared out at the blur of skyscrapers passing by, his mind sharp and calculating. "Use the money we earned from the Hayes brothers' auction. Buy the 5% shares of Zenova Labs, and make the purchase under Serina Hayes' name."

Z responded without hesitation. "Executing. Transferring funds... Initiating negotiations..." A brief pause followed, then a small, triumphant chime sounded from the dashboard. "Purchase successful. The 5% shares of Zenova Labs now belong to Serina Hayes."

A faint smile curved Ronan's lips. "Good. Now, call Alex. Tell him to bring Serina to Zenova Labs immediately. I need her signature."

"Calling Alex," Z confirmed. Within seconds, the soft dial tone cut off, and Alex's familiar voice echoed through the speakers.

"Yo, Ronan," Alex greeted, his tone curious and a bit playful.

"I need you to bring Serina to Zenova Labs," Ronan said smoothly, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "There's some paperwork she needs to sign—important."

Alex chuckled. "Does this have anything to do with that 20% share auction? 'Cause she's been glued to her phone ever since."

Ronan's smile deepened slightly. "Just get her there, Alex."

"Got it. We'll be there soon."

The call ended, and Ronan leaned back into his seat, eyes narrowing as they approached a long tunnel. The road stretched dark and quiet, the lights flickering along the tunnel walls as his car slipped into the shadows.

" Authority of illusion-1%". A faint shimmer rippled across his face, and in seconds, the distinct, sharp features of Ronan Arcanveil faded away, replaced by an unremarkable, ordinary face—just another man among millions. "Suit command black suit, White Shirt, black pant, Black leather belt belt, Black tie, and one intercom. Z make me look like a body guard".

"Drive yourself home," he murmured, stepping out just as the car slowed near the edge of the tunnel. The sleek black car hummed, as if receiving silent instructions. The door clicked shut behind him, and without a word, the car sped away, leaving Ronan standing alone.

Pulling his coat tighter around him, Ronan raised a hand and whistled. A yellow cab rolled up to the curb within moments. The driver gave him a once-over but quickly looked away, uninterested in the seemingly average man climbing into the back seat.

"To Zenova Labs," Ronan said quietly, sinking into the cab's worn seat.

The cab pulled into traffic, weaving through the bustling streets. Ronan sat in silence, his mind working through the next steps, every move already calculated and in motion.

When the cab arrived at Zenova Labs, Ronan paid the fare in cash, keeping his expression neutral. He stepped out into the cool night air, the glass facade of the towering lab gleaming under the city's lights.

He glanced at his watch—just a few minutes until Alex and Serina would arrive.

A sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb in front of Zenova Labs. Alex stepped out first, adjusting his jacket, followed by Serina, who looked around nervously, her fingers fidgeting with her bracelet.

From across the street, a man waved—his face unfamiliar, but his posture and presence unmistakably Ronan's. Alex's eyes narrowed for a moment before realization struck. "You changed your face," he muttered as they crossed the road toward him.