My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 15

Marven still hadn’t let go of the pen. He simply lifted it slowly, tilted it toward the light, and murmured, “Your entry was clean. The documents look legit. But unless I can verify the source, you’re just a salaried clerk clocking in late.”

Diana crossed her arms and walked a circle around Lucas like she was evaluating the worth of an object: “Name’s Lucas, right? Let me guess. He —” she pointed at Zeyan “— hired you? How much? A million? Five million? Or are you drowning in medical bills and doing this for a time extension?”

Lucas stood still. Unfazed.

Zeyan said nothing.

Elena looked up, eyes filled with confusion — she didn’t know who this man was. And more importantly, why he showed up at that exact moment.

Diana smiled. “I’ll admit, it’s a clever move. Bring in a stranger, speak firmly, toss some orders on the table, then hope we all panic. Unfortunately…” She shook her head. “This trick’s old.”

Marven gently opened the envelope and pulled out the stack of documents. He didn’t read them right away. He looked at the title, scanned the seal, then paused at the line identifying the specimen: Lyra Ashbourne – Hybrid gene sample of unverified origin.

He looked up. “Even if this is real, it’s just a preliminary report. There’s no full prohibition order. No police. No court. No ruling.”

Lucas replied, “This report grants authority to suspend all research involving samples categorized as ‘origin-anomalous’. Any transfer, recall, or even clinical handling violates Regulation 17.4.”

Reginald waved his hand. “Enough. I don’t have time to listen to legal breakdowns from someone without a lawyer.”

Diana narrowed her eyes. “Can you tell me who your direct superior is? Office address? CEO’s signature? If not… then no thanks.”

Lucas handed over a supplemental copy, fully stamped, with a file number and verification code.

But no one took it.

“You know what makes me suspicious?” Diana tapped her nails lightly on the stainless steel table. “The fact that you’re just… too timely.”

She turned to Zeyan, gaze sharp as needles: “And what’s even weirder is this guy has zero reaction to a ‘stranger’ coming in to help him.”

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

“Maybe because this is Act Two of the pathetic little play he cooked up beforehand.” Diana folded her arms. “You want to create the illusion of being cornered, and then have a hero walk in. Too bad we don’t believe in heroes. We believe in wire transfers, tangible assets, and official seals.”

Marven held the documents. He said nothing. But his eyes said: “I’m not convinced.”

Lucas kept his tone steady as stone: “I’m not here to be anyone’s hero. I’m executing a task assigned through the internal system this morning. If you need verification, you can contact the coordination office directly.”

Diana laughed: “Oh, the coordination office! The agency that ‘never picks up’ and ‘never replies to emails’.”

Reginald squinted: “I’ve handled three fake inspection cases just this year. A document like this can be printed in any office.”

Elena turned to look at Zeyan. She was beginning to realize that what was happening… didn’t follow any rules she knew.

Lucas still didn’t glance at him.

Diana stepped close to Lucas, lowered her voice: “Let me tell you what happens if you don’t walk out of here right now. One, you’re charged with unlawful entry. Two, you’re reported for deliberately obstructing an international transaction. Three, your personal records will be reviewed through a financial lens. And I bet… you don’t have much to shield yourself if we start digging?”

Lucas didn’t blink. “You can do all of that. But if you proceed with the transaction, and if this specimen really does have non-compliant genetic structure, the legal consequences will be irreversible.”

“Oh,” Diana feigned a shiver, “I’m so scared. Legal consequences. Too bad I don’t have time to play legal chess with you.”

Reginald slammed his hand on the table: “Sign it, Marven. Don’t let some lone staffer ruin everything. He’s late. No direct confirmation. We’ve finalized the terms.”

Marven didn’t move.

Diana pouted: “If you’re hesitating, I’ll assume you’re starting to believe their story.”

Lucas calmly said, “This has nothing to do with ‘them’. I don’t know any of you. I’m just doing my job.”

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

Zeyan remained still.

Lucas didn’t look at him.

Diana spoke softly, but each word was clear: “So if we scrap this entire transaction… just because some employee dropped in from nowhere… would that make us look stupid?”

Diana glanced at her father as if expecting a supportive laugh, but Reginald merely crossed his arms and smirked. He didn’t need to say a word. The disdain in his eyes said enough: We have nothing to fear.

She turned back, tapping her fingertip lightly on the table: “I must say, this act is quite elaborate. Playing the inspector. Producing documents right on cue. Quoting laws no one remembers. If I were a judge on some C-grade reality show, I might even give this performance a high score.”

Lucas said nothing.

“But unfortunately,” Diana went on, her tone still effortlessly light, “this is a negotiation of blood, money, and power. Not a stage. And here — there’s only one side holding the contract.”

Marven placed his hand on the document, folding it as if it were nothing more than a discarded flyer. “I don’t care about red seals or regional code numbers. I care about the ownership contract signed between me and the Ashbourne family. No one can override that unless they bring an enforcement order stamped by three agencies — and I don’t see those here.”

Lucas pulled out another document — an internal system verification form with an inter-regional routing code. He laid it next to the envelope, still not touching anyone, still not emphasizing anything.

Marven didn’t even glance at it. “I don’t verify documents by eye.”

Reginald let out a dry chuckle: “He still doesn’t get it. That Rogue over there thought bringing a stranger into the room could flip the whole board.”

Diana flicked a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled: “But at least it was entertaining. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a pathetic play done with this much effort.”

Elena clenched the edge of her lab coat tightly. She didn’t fully understand the verbal battle taking place, but she understood one thing: none of them saw Lyra’s life as the center of this. Every word spoken was just a struggle over who had the right to possess the body for longer.