The Dragon in King Industries

Even if Ainsley didn't know the conclusion of what happened earlier when the glass wall in the third-floor atrium suddenly came off, he didn't really think much of it. It was an accident to him, and it should remain as one. He didn't want to think much, really.

However, Sinclair knew the kind of people he had on that megayacht. Throwing them overboard was too kind. He would just need to wait first, perhaps just until Ainsley was not looking.

The megayacht docked at the cove, and everyone in that small harbor knew who had arrived. There was only one person who had the audacity to bring such a powerful man-made vessel to their dragon island. After all, he owned it.

Sinclair walked down the port with Ainsley in tow. The CEO never dropped his airs as he sported his designer clothes and spectacles; actually, it was even more powerful than before. If Ainsley could stop walking next to him, the human would.

"Don't look around too much. Some of them would want to enchant you for merely being able to." Sinclair turned behind him and reached out, gesturing to the spectacles that Ainsley didn't want to put on. "Wear the glasses. It'll help you see more."

"Is there something that I don't see?" Ainsley just did what was asked, comparing the view two times before leaving the spectacles on. He then glanced behind them as they were followed by the beautiful middle-aged woman and then Michelle and Stuart. Unlike earlier, Stuart was donned in casual attire, leaving his seemingly servile airs with the megayacht.

The group walked to the mouth of the harbor. If Ainsley thought that the old harbor was already worn-out and old-fashioned, he was beyond shocked as soon as he saw the old-style carriages waiting for them. He then looked back and still saw the megayacht in the distance.

A new world—ah, no, the previous one. Ainsley felt like he had traveled back in time with the sights in the Snowy Moon Cove. It was not even comparable to the mock or replica medieval villages that he had gone to with Sinclair.

This place… he felt like he had stepped out of his own world when he got here.

"You haven't seen much." Sinclair was the only one with him in the carriage. The other carriage was where the beautiful lady and the rest got on. "So? What else do you expect to see?"

"What is this place exactly?" Ainsley looked out of the window, watching the passing scenery outside. They were now on their way along the mountain pass, not going inside the thick forestry next to the road. "Why does this place look stuck in time?"

The CEO only looked at the glittering eyes of his friend. "This is the remnant of the age where gold is the most valued. We had been living for a very long time, and yet we used to just follow the trend of the humans. After all, this place is too different from the home realm.

"Technological advancements had made things obsolete, and the elders grew greedy with what isn't theirs to begin with. They wanted to keep the castles and gold coins, the disparity of wealth and poverty, and even the minuscule power of humans." Sinclair sighed. "They all failed to understand that keeping up with the times would have always put the dragon clans on top."

"…did you lose it? The top spot?" Ainsley casually asked, just to follow the conversation. "I mean, the humans outside this island didn't know about the dragons and things like that anymore…"

"Not really. We had already lost it in the home realm, though I heard that the imperial clan is regaining it." Sinclair only chuckled. "But that home realm is not my world anymore. They could pretty much ruin it if they wanted. Right now, that country, that state… that's what is mine. Did I lose the top spot? My multi-billion-dollar company and my private army would beg to disagree."

Ainsley wasn't surprised or shocked by these. After all, he was even working for that company Sinclair was so proud of. Even if he just bought it from someone when he turned eighteen, he still raised King Industries from the ground up. Without him, that company would stay at the bottom of the pecking order.

At this, he suddenly realized that Sinclair was a dragon through and through. At a time when there were no more castles to invade and gold coins to hoard, he laid his clutches on a company that had filled his digital pockets like he was royalty. Ainsley couldn't help but imagine Sinclair turning into some white dragon, perching on the King Industries building, and breathing lawsuits at his enemies.

"What are you laughing at?" Sinclair realized that Ainsley was covering his mouth as he laughed into his hand. "Did I say something funny?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Noticing the suspicion he was incurring, Ainsley finally laughed out and waved his hand. "I was just thinking of something. Yeah, I haven't asked… do you breathe fire? Dragons breathe fire, right?"

"Hm?" Sinclair frowned at the friend. "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Ainsley only curled his lips, as if not willing to tell him.

Sinclair then moved to sit next to Ainsley's seat, even pushing the other just so he could fit. An arm wrapped around Ainsley's shoulders before Sinclair grinned mischievously at his friend. "If I do, are you planning to have me toast someone for you? Then again, I have to let you know… I am immune to my own flame."

A hand pushed his face away. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to burn yourself. I can do that whenever I want." Ainsley then stroked at his chin. "I'm just imagining what kind of chaotic family gathering I should expect to see. Would I be dodging flamethrowers everywhere I go?"

"Don't worry about that. We don't breathe fire like how you imagine. After all, moonlight dragons are water dragons by nature."

"…water cannons then."

At the other carriage, the beautiful lady who claimed the name Anastasia only sat on her seat while swirling a bottle of potion in her hand. Michelle took a look at it since she was in front of them. "Milady, is that what Sinclair asked you to work on earlier?"

"No, this is something different." Anastasia gripped the neck tightly, stopping it from moving. She then looked up at Stuart, who was watching them as well. "Say, how much does this lifelong servant dedicate his life for Rosen?"

"Milady…" Stuart spoke in a low tone, "please don't touch the human."