Chapter:15 Bureau of Niremo city

The morning sun filtered gently through the glass walls of the Drax mansion, painting soft golden lines across the sleek marble floor.

Click.

Aven stepped out of the hallway, freshly dressed in a dark-gray collared suit, his black hair still slightly damp from the long shower. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt as he entered the dining hall.

At the center table, his mother sat sipping tea, elegantly poised as always. Her hair was tied in a soft bun, a tranquil smile on her face as she looked up.

"Good morning, Mom," Aven said with a respectful nod, his voice calm.

She smiled warmly. "Good morning, Aven. You're not early today."

Aven gave a small smile, picking up a plate of toast and roasted vegetables from the table.

"I was tired yesterday. Too much happened, I guess."

His mother nodded softly, her eyes briefly studying him.

"Everyone else already left. Your sister too. She had school early."

Aven sat across from her, pouring himself a glass of fruit juice and beginning his quiet breakfast.

There was a moment of peace. Just the sound of clinking cutlery and the low hum of morning birds outside the windows.

When he finished, he wiped his hands with a napkin and stood.

"I'm leaving now," he said.

His mother nodded again, the motherly calm never leaving her features.

"Be safe. And Aven…"

He paused at the door.

"Don't shoulder everything alone. You're strong—but you don't have to carry the weight of this world by yourself."

Aven gave a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind, Mom."

Thiswas first Rivan listen this thing which was quite good.

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As he stepped outside, he saw Robert Kaess already standing by the car in his usual crisp black attire, alert as always.

"Did you sleep?" Aven asked casually, adjusting the watch on his wrist.

Robert gave a small nod.

"Yes, sir. About five hours."

Aven frowned slightly.

"Only five? That's too low."

Robert's reply was as steady as ever.

"It's enough for me."

Aven chuckled under his breath.

"You're built different."

Robert opened the car door with a firm motion.

"Where to today, sir?"

Aven stepped in, exhaling slowly as the car door shut behind him.

"To the Bureau We've got things to prepare."

The engine purred to life as they pulled away from the Drax estate, the morning just beginning—but the storm already brewing.

Location: Niremo City Infrastructure Bureau, Central Tower — 12 Floor.

The Bureau of Niremo City was a building designed to intimidate. Glass and steel reflected the skyline.

Aven Drax stepped out of the elevator with Robert by his side. Dressed in grey and dark suits.

The receptionist looked up — and immediately stood.

"Mr. Drax. Director Hilmor has been informed of your arrival. Please, this way."

Whispers followed as they walked down the corridor.

"Is that the Drax heir?"

"The one who disappeared after the accident?"

"He's... looks different."

At the far end of the corridor, in a sleek boardroom with panoramic city views, the Bureau's senior officials waited.

Director Hilmor stood as Aven entered, a practiced smile on his aged face. "Mr. Drax. It's a pleasure. You've become more handsome after the accident."

Aven extended his hand, firm. "Likewise, Director."

After brief formalities, everyone took their seats.

Jillian, a senior member of the office, Aven Drax, you were already behind on the project timeline. Now you've developed even more projects. This isn't how government work functions."

Aven replied calmly and politely, "Sir, I had an accident. As an apology, I'm offering this."

Aven simply nodded and slid his black-glass tablet across the table.

"Then take a look. My family has already cleared land rights through the proper channels. The blueprints have been reviewed by three private engineers. What I'm offering is simple: funding from our side — 10 billion credits — in exchange for jurisdiction support on the first phase only. All technology, operations, and expansion remain under my holding. This is for Niremo City."

Aven's tone and presentation mirrored how he had explained to his family.

The room went silent.

They were shocked totally with their city reached new heights.

Hilmor cleared his throat. "Let me be blunt, Mr. Drax. Your proposal came out of nowhere. A private urban transit system that links five sectors of Niremo — that's not something we approve lightly, especially when the previous project isn't complete."

One of the deputies scoffed. "You want full monopoly of the track and train line?"

Aven smiled politely. "Not want — I'm offering a partnership. This project will put Niremo years ahead of the other eastern cities. And the announcement — three days from now — will be made with your banner and my funding together. A shared legacy."

Director Hilmor leaned back, eyes narrowing. "And what stops you from doing it without us?"

"Nothing," Aven replied smoothly. I can give same things to different cities "But I don't need enemies in the Bureau. And you don't want to be remembered as the men who refused Niremo's greatest innovation."

The tension broke with low murmurs.

Hilmor leaned forward again. "Fine. But we want visibility — oversight."

"You'll get it. Limited, as observers. But the line, tech, patents — all remain mine."

A beat passed.

Then Hilmor said give us one hours you take some time.After sometime Hilmor,

Then Hilmor extended his hand.

"We have a deal."

Aven shook it.

Then stood.

"One last thing," he added, turning as he prepared to leave. "The press release goes out three days from now. Until then, silence. I want the impact to be felt when it hits."

And with that, he left.

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After coming out of Bureau.

Aven dialed a number.

His father didn't pick up.

He tried his uncle — this time, the line connected.

Uncle Darion's voice came through, "Yes, Aven?"

"I closed the Bureau deal," Aven said calmly. "10 billion in funding. Full monopoly on the line. First phase announcement in three days. I also secured all Niremo railway projects. We need to complete this work first."

Silence.

Then a low chuckle.

"You're starting to sound like your father."

Aven smiled faintly. "That's the idea."

After ending the call, Aven entered the car.

Robert asked, "Where to, sir?"

"Eyra Academy. I don't want to become a pig."In next life.

"Okay, sir," Robert smiled lightly.

Aven also picked up some chocolate from somewhere.

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Drax Office – Meeting in Progress

In the Drax office, a meeting was ongoing. Aven's father was explaining the project to loyal members. After the meeting ended, Darion came in. Aven's phone call came, updating him on the deal with the Bureau.

Darion said, "He made a good deal with the Bureau. But we gave 10 billion in exchange. You know, the government wouldn't move without benefits." Kaelion hmm.

The black luxury car pulled up in front of Velis Premier Academy, the most prestigious school in Niremo City. It wasn't just big — it was monumental. The marble walls gleamed in the sunlight, grand archways casting long shadows across the elite entrance courtyard. It was a school meant only for the children of power, money, and legacy.

As the car came to a smooth stop, Robert Kaess stepped out first, immediately moving to open the door for Aven Drax.

Aven stepped out slowly, eyes calmly scanning the building.

"Hmm…" he murmured. "This place makes the best school in my old life look like a roadside tuition center."

Just then, a school security guard approached them from the side gate office, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the car and the aura the two men carried.

"Sir, do you need anything?" the guard asked, already standing a little straighter.

Aven glanced at him, his calm voice cutting through the air like silk over steel.

"We're here to pick up Eyra Drax. Take us to the Middle School Office."

The guard gave a small bow, already sensing the influence dripping off the name.

"Of course, sir. Please follow me."

The teachers' office was located near the central courtyard. Inside, a handful of teachers were chatting casually. But the moment Aven and Robert stepped in, silence dropped like a curtain.

Every teacher — male or female — paused, startled by the imposing presence of the two newcomers. In tailored grey suits, they looked less like visitors and more like stars stepping off a red carpet.

One female teacher whispered to another, "Oh my god... who are they? The tall one looks like a movie lead!"

Another male teacher muttered under his breath, "God really gave this guy the looks and money too? Life's not fair."

But the most shocked was Miss Ambika, the head class teacher, currently sitting at her desk, eyes glued to her screen.

Aven walked straight up to her.

"Miss Ambika."

She looked up, and for a second, her breath caught in her throat. The way Aven's black eyes met hers — intense, unreadable — gave her goosebumps. There was something about him. Something… dangerous, yet magnetic.

"Y-yes?" she stammered.

"I'm here to take Eyra Drax. I'm her brother. Aven Drax. You can confirm it with your records."

"Yes, yes — please give me a moment," Ambika said, her fingers already flying across the keyboard.

After confirming the data, she looked back.

"Is everything alright at home? Did something happen?"

Aven gave her a calm smile, tilting his head slightly.

"Nothing serious. I just… made her a promise."

"A promise?"

"That if I didn't take her out today," he said smoothly, "I'd become a pig in my next life."

Miss Ambika blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Robert cleared his throat from behind, suppressing a grin.

"Nothing," Aven said with a soft laugh. "Please just issue the leave."I want take Eyra out.

Within two minutes, the paperwork was signed. Miss Ambika stood up, nervously brushing her skirt straight.

"I'll take you to her class myself, Mr. Drax."

As they walked through the corridors, whispers followed them — students peeking out of classrooms, some snapping photos.

"Who is that guy?"

"He looks like he walked out of a fantasy novel!"

Even Ambika, walking slightly ahead, felt her heart pounding. Behind her, the air itself felt heavier — as if being in Aven's presence altered gravity.

She cleared her throat. "Mr. Drax, Eyra is one of our best students. Always polite and cheerful."

"She gets that from our mother," Aven replied.

And in that moment — eyes locked ahead, posture sharp, aura magnetic — he didn't just look like Eyra's brother.

He looked like someone destined to change the world.

In classroom

Eyra was chatting with her friends when the door opened. Their teacher walked in — and behind her, someone followed.

As soon as Eyra saw Aven's face, she jumped up from her seat. But midway, she glanced to the side, looking at her teacher as if silently asking for permission.

Miss Ambika gave a warm nod and smiled.

Then Eyra ran forward and hugged Aven tightly.p