Chapter 140

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Chapter 140

Zatariel's point of view

Within seconds, the atmosphere shifted—

From curiosity...

To spectacle.

Then—
Sirens.

Of course.

Police vehicles arrived first.

Too fast.

Followed by task force units positioning themselves with practiced precision.

Security personnel emerged from directions I had not previously identified as accessible.

Even a wolf unit appeared.

Our disguises had failed spectacularly.

Asha removed her sunglasses first.

Gasps followed.

I removed mine last.

At this point, the dramatic pacing felt necessary.

Whispers spread rapidly among the bystanders.

"The President's children..."
"The billionaire's son..."
"Why are they here?"
"Is this political?"
"Is this for a campaign?"
"They promised housing..."
"They noticed the poor..."
"They actually came here..."

...

Public interpretation is a fascinating process.

Within minutes, our highly questionable, poorly planned field trip had become a national narrative.

Concerned youth.
Future leaders.
Symbols of hope.
We had intended to purchase snacks for the children.

...

Asha shifted beside me, suddenly aware of the attention.

Jayson, however—
Remained calm.

One of the officers approached quickly, lowering his head slightly.

"Sir," he said to Jayson, controlled but urgent,
"We need to escort you immediately."

Jayson glanced back at the children.

...

He didn't move.

"I said I would help," Jayson replied quietly.

The officer hesitated.

Asha crossed her arms.

"Well," she said, looking around at the growing crowd,
"This escalated quickly."

I sighed softly.

"...If this becomes a national issue," I said calmly,
"We're doomed."

Asha looked at me.

I turned to the nearest officer.

"Please don't bring us to your commander," I muttered with a sigh.
"I'm not ready for a long lecture."

The officer blinked.
Once.

Then... smiled.

Unsettling.

I just wanted this night to end—go home, take a shower, and sleep like a law-abiding citizen who absolutely did not trigger a socio-political incident.

We were escorted into an armored vehicle with impressive efficiency.

Inside—

The consequences were waiting.

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