My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 19

Marven looked at the red envelope before him as if it were an old fax from the last century. No one rushed to open it. No one said a word for several seconds — a strange silence, like the pause before a burst of laughter.

And indeed, it came.

Reginald was the first to let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head at Lucas as if he'd just witnessed a pitiful performance.

“You think…” he drawled, “…an unknown name, carrying a folder and a badge from some ‘independent’ agency no one can verify, can walk in here and freeze an Alpha-level transaction worth hundreds of millions of USD?”

Lucas didn’t respond. That question was never meant to be answered.

Marven still hadn’t let go of his pen. He simply raised it slightly, tilted it toward the light, and murmured, “Your entrance is clean. The paperwork looks decent. But unless I can verify your source, you're just a salaried clerk showing up off-hours.”

Diana folded her arms and circled Lucas slowly, as if appraising the worth of an object: “Your name’s Lucas, right? Let me guess. He”—she pointed at Zeyan—“hired you? How much? A million? Five million? Or are you just behind on your medical bills and doing this to buy some time?”

Lucas remained still. His face unreadable.

Zeyan said nothing.

Elena looked up, eyes confused—she didn’t know who this man was. And more importantly, why he had shown up at exactly this moment.

Diana smiled. “I must say, it’s a clever move. Bring in a stranger, speak with authority, toss a few injunctions on the table, and hope we panic. Too bad…” She shook her head. “This trick’s outdated.”

Marven calmly opened the envelope and pulled out the documents. He didn’t rush to read. He glanced at the title page, skimmed the seal, and paused at the line stating the specimen's identity: Lyra Ashbourne – Hybrid Gene Sample of Unverified Origin.

He looked up: “Even if this is real, it’s only a preliminary report. There’s no absolute injunction. No police. No court. No ruling.”

Lucas replied, “This report mandates the suspension of all research activities involving specimens flagged as ‘origin-deviant.’ Any act of transfer, retrieval, or even clinical processing constitutes a violation of Article 17.4.”

Reginald waved a hand. “Enough. I don’t have time for a legal lecture from someone who didn’t even bring a lawyer.”

Diana narrowed her eyes: “Can you tell me your direct supervisor’s name? Office address? CEO’s signature? If not… we’re done here.”

Lucas handed over an additional copy—complete with official seal, file number, and verification code.

No one took it.

“You know what makes me suspicious?” Diana tapped her fingernail against the stainless-steel tabletop. “It’s the fact that you arrived just too... perfectly timed.”

She turned to Zeyan, gaze sharp as needles: “And what’s stranger is that this guy didn’t show the slightest reaction when a ‘stranger’ walked in to help him.”

Reginald added, “Maybe because he’s not a stranger.”

“Maybe this is Act Two of the pitiful drama he cooked up beforehand.” Diana folded her arms. “You wanted to manufacture desperation, then have a hero burst in. But unfortunately, we don’t believe in heroes. We believe in wire transfers, tangible assets, and stamped seals.”

Marven held the document in his hand. He didn’t say a word. But his eyes spoke: I’m not convinced yet.

Lucas’s voice remained flat as stone: “I’m not here to be anyone’s hero. I’m executing a task assigned via the internal dispatch system this morning. If you need verification, you can contact the Coordination Bureau directly.”

Diana burst out laughing: “Oh, the Coordination Bureau! The one that ‘never picks up’ and ‘never replies to emails.’”

Reginald squinted: “I’ve handled three fake inspection attempts just this year. This kind of paper can be printed at any office.”

Elena turned to look at Zeyan. She was beginning to realize that what was happening… did not follow any rule she knew.

Lucas still didn’t glance his way.

Diana stepped closer to Lucas, lowering her voice: “Let me tell you what happens if you don’t walk out of here right now. One: you’ll be charged with unlawful entry. Two: you’ll be reported for willfully obstructing an international transaction. Three: your personal records will be reviewed under a financial audit. And I’m guessing… you don’t have much to shield yourself if we start digging, do you?”

Lucas didn’t blink. “You can do all of that. But if you proceed with this transaction, and if this specimen truly has unresolved genetic anomalies, the legal consequences will be irreversible.”

“Oh,” Diana feigned a shiver, “I’m terrified. Legal consequences. What a shame—I don’t have time to play courtroom games with you.”

Reginald slammed a hand on the table: “Sign it, Marven. Don’t let some random staffer screw everything up. He arrived late. No live verification. We’ve completed the terms.”

Marven didn’t move.

Diana pursed her lips. “If you’re hesitating, I’ll assume you’re starting to believe their story.”

Lucas remained calm: “This has nothing to do with ‘them.’ I don’t know any of you. I’m simply doing my job.”

At that moment, for the first time, Marven’s eyes flicked toward Zeyan. Very quickly. But enough to make both Diana and Reginald turn to follow his gaze.

Zeyan still didn’t move.

Lucas didn’t look at him.

Diana spoke quietly, each word as clear as glass: “Then if we throw out this entire transaction… because of some employee who dropped in from nowhere… does that make us look stupid?”