My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 14

Marven moved the pen toward the signature line, black ink already poised, ready to be pressed down. Diana leaned forward, her hair brushing the edge of the table, eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. Reginald bent slightly, his hand ready to stamp the seal of confirmation. Just one stroke of ink and an embossed seal, everything would be finalized. Lyra would no longer belong to Elena. And Elena would belong to no one.

“Stop.”

The voice wasn’t loud. Not a shout. But it struck the walls like a hammer blow.

Marven froze mid-motion. Diana blinked. Reginald turned his head.

The speaker was Zeyan. For the first time, he broke the silence that had stretched like an abyss.

Elena whipped her head around. For a moment, her chest tightened, a foolish glimmer of hope rising, only to be instantly suffocated by reality: he could speak, yes, but what good would words do? These people never counted him as anything.

Marven raised an eyebrow, a half-smile curling on his lips. “Oh, so you do know how to speak?”

Diana burst out laughing: “You think a single word, ‘stop’, can replace three hundred million dollars? Hilarious.”

Zeyan didn’t respond to them. He simply placed a hand on the table and pulled the contract toward himself.

Diana frowned. “What are you doing?”

Marven’s voice was sharp: “Put it down.”

Zeyan didn’t blink. He turned each page, slowly, so slowly it felt like the air in the room thickened. The sound of rustling paper was soft, but it sliced through the ears of everyone present.

Elena held her breath.

Lucas stood still, motionless, not interfering. But his eyes followed every tiny movement.

Reginald scoffed: “Planning to read us the law? What a clown. That’s a legal contract. You have no right to touch it.”

Zeyan looked up, his gaze cutting through the room like a cold blade. “I said I’d pay ten times. Three billion. My money. And this contract will never get the chance to be signed.”

Diana broke into shrill laughter, sharp as shattered glass: “You’re still saying that? Three billion! I’ve never seen anyone humiliate themselves so brazenly.”

Marven narrowed his eyes and set the pen down, folding his arms. “If you really had three billion, you’d have slapped it on the table fifteen minutes ago. But you didn’t. You just stood there with your corpse-face. And now that we’re about to sign, you want to play the hero? Too late.”

Zeyan didn’t explain. He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a black card. No ordinary bank logo. No embossed numbers. Just a line of silver-inked code.

He placed it on the table, right atop the contract.

A soft click echoed as the card touched the glass surface.

Lucas furrowed his brow slightly.

Diana glanced at it, then burst out laughing again: “A toy credit card? It doesn’t even have a chip. You expect us to believe that holds three billion dollars?”

Reginald shook his head, voice dripping with contempt: “Something you’d find in a flea market.”

Marven didn’t laugh. But the curve of his lips sharpened into a cold arc. “You want to prove it? Fine. We have a scanner right here.”

He gave a slight nod. An assistant brought out a biometric scanner, a silver machine that whirred softly as it powered on, screen lighting up.

Zeyan said nothing. He lifted the card and slid it into the reader.

A beep sounded. The screen flickered, not green for confirmation, but red for alert.

Diana clapped gleefully: “Perfect! Red! Invalid! You’re the worst scammer I’ve ever seen.”

Reginald growled: “Get out before I have someone drag you out.”

Marven silently watched the screen. Unlike the loud mockery from the others, he neither laughed nor raged. He simply stared, eyes tracking the lines of code scrolling by.

Then, the screen suddenly changed. From red, it went pitch black. All text vanished. A single icon appeared, one not registered in any commercial system. A strange emblem: a closed silver circle with a vertical arrow piercing through it.

The assistant staggered back in shock. “Top secret protocol… I’ve never seen that.”

Marven leaned in, eyes narrowing. He didn’t recognize the symbol, but he understood one thing clearly: this wasn’t something just anyone could fake.

Zeyan remained calm, slipping the card back into his pocket as if it were nothing.

“Three billion.” he repeated, voice low and steady. “Clean funds. No intermediaries. And this contract becomes void immediately.”

Diana stopped laughing, only to speak with sharper venom: “Nice performance. But I’m not that easy to fool. A cheap hacking trick, a mysterious symbol on a screen, and you think we’ll kneel and believe you? Pathetic.”

Reginald agreed: “Forgery tech is dirt cheap now. A couple bored hackers can do this. I won’t let my career be threatened by a digital circus act.”

Marven leaned back in his chair, voice low but biting: “You’re playing with fire. That symbol wasn’t part of any commercial standard. You just touched a system you shouldn’t have. If I report this, you’ll be the first one wiped off the map.”

Elena looked at Zeyan, heart pounding. She wanted to believe, but feared believing. Because if this was just theater, then her final hope had already died.

Zeyan tilted his head, his gaze softening momentarily as it met hers. He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear: “I told you, I’ll handle it.”

Diana caught it and cackled: “Reassuring the wife! Classic useless man, can’t pay a cent, but knows how to whisper sweet nothings in bed. How laughable.”

Reginald slammed the table: “Enough! I won’t waste another second. Marven, sign it. We don’t need to hear another word of this trash.”

Marven lifted the pen again. But the moment the tip touched the paper, the lights went out.

The entire room plunged into darkness.

Only the scanner screen remained lit, the silver emblem spinning slowly, glowing brighter, casting light straight up onto the ceiling.

Diana cursed. Reginald leapt to his feet. Marven clenched the pen in his hand.

Zeyan remained standing, his silhouette stark in the silver glow, steady like a pillar.

Lucas exhaled softly. No one heard.

Silence stretched taut as a wire, long enough for every heartbeat to falter.

Then the lights flicked back on.

The contract was gone.

No paper. No trace.

Only Marven’s pen remained, rolling on the floor, three spins before it came to a stop.

Lucas pressed his hand onto the table’s edge, eyes fixed and unblinking. “Stop. Under Clause 17.4, this transaction is unlawful. I have the right to suspend it immediately.”

One beat of silence.

Then Diana burst into laughter, pulling the pen back, narrowing her eyes at him like he was a clown crashing the stage. “You’re still here? I thought you understood your part was over.”

Reginald slammed his cane to the floor, the sound sharp and cold. “Take your hand off, nobody. This isn’t a place for mutts pretending to be officials.”

Marven didn’t laugh. He tilted his head and gave a signal. Two bodyguards stepped forward, hands like iron clamps.

A hard shove.

Lucas staggered back half a step, shoulder hitting the table’s edge. Sharp pain. But he held the file tight in his hands.

Diana shook her head: “Pathetic. The only thing you’re protecting is worthless paper.”

Another punch landed in his chest, not enough to kill, but enough to bring him to his knees. The file almost fell. He clutched it tightly, holding it to his chest.

Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Elena screamed, “Enough!” Her voice cracked, so raw it tore her throat. But no one stopped.

Reginald stepped forward, sneering down at Lucas, who was kneeling. “This is the best the Rogue could find to save him? A clown who knows how to read law?”

Diana leaned in, whispering loud enough for all to hear: “If you die here, no one will investigate. A nameless corpse. A burnt pile of paper. The end.”

Lucas looked up. His glasses had shattered, cutting his cheek, blood running down. But his eyes blazed, unshaken. “If you sign that contract, everything will be recorded. It can’t be erased.”

For the first time, Marven pressed his lips together, but then let out a dry laugh. “And who’s going to record it? You? You’ve got minutes left to breathe. Don’t lecture me on law.”

The bodyguard grabbed Lucas by the collar and yanked him upright. A punch to the gut folded him in half. The file slipped to the floor.

Elena took a step forward, but Diana blocked her with a glare sharp as a blade. “What are you going to do? Save a stranger? Or do you think he can change your fate and your daughter’s?”

Elena froze, her legs locked in place. She looked at Lucas. Then at Zeyan. He was still standing there, unmoving, not stopping it.

Her heart plummeted. The flicker of hope she had vanished.

Lucas collapsed, gasping. A boot crushed the file, edges tearing. But his hand still gripped it, refusing to let go.

“Let go.” Diana snarled.