Chapter 59: Silver Dragon

Inside White Bird Organization's headquarters, all eyes instinctively landed on the familiar, domineering figure dressed entirely in white. Beside her stood another equally imposing presence, clad in a white and red suit adorned with the organization's insignia.

His mask is a sleek, intricately designed piece that exudes an air of power and mystery. Made of polished silver with subtle engravings of dragons intertwined with flames, it covers the upper half of his face, leaving only his sharp jawline and lips visible.

The eye slits are narrow and slightly angled, giving him a cold, intimidating gaze. A faint red tint traces the edges, matching the insignia on his suit, while the smooth metallic finish reflects light, making his presence even more imposing.

Everyone had been informed that their boss, White Bird, would be visiting HQ today, but no one had expected her to bring company.

Some assumed he was a powerful master White Bird had personally invited to join their ranks.

"As you may have noticed, we have a new face in the organization," White Crow announced loudly, his voice echoing through the grand hall. He gestured toward the man standing beside White Bird.

"Meet Silver Dragon, the newest addition to the Elders and White Bird's left-hand man."

His words sent shockwaves through the room. The members might have remained silent, but beneath their composed exteriors, they were utterly flabbergasted.

A new Elder? White Bird's left-hand man?

Was he serious? How could a complete newbie be so lucky? The Elders weren't just chosen for their strength. They were White Bird Organization's original members—the ones who had been with White Bird since the very beginning.

Power alone wasn't enough to earn such a prestigious position. So how on earth did this man manage to claim that title unless…

Was he a former member? Or maybe… White Bird's lover?

They quickly consoled themselves with the first option. Yeah, maybe he was an old member who had returned.

As if anyone could actually meet their boss's standards in love. No one knew what kind of man White Bird considered ideal, but as one of the Underworld's most feared leaders, any potential lover of hers had to be just as powerful.

If he wasn't, they would curse him to death.

Only someone equal to their boss deserved the right to call himself her partner.

"If there are no further questions, the meeting is adjourned."

That was it. White Crow's public announcement had lasted only three minutes—brief and straight to the point.

Still, no one dared to object. If White Bird had made the decision to appoint a new Elder, who were they to question it?

After the meeting, White Bird and the Elders headed to the HQ's private parlor—a space reserved exclusively for them. The luxurious room was equipped with a massive flat-screen TV, a minibar, a billiard table, and two dartboards. No one else was allowed inside. Not even the HQ's maintenance or cleaning staff. The Elders themselves were responsible for keeping it pristine.

"Boss! Wuwuwu… how could you hide something like this from us?!" Red Raven—Lan Wucheng—dramatically wailed, his terrifying mask doing little to match his childish antics.

"Boss does not need to explain herself to you." Even though Enyo—An Xiuling—was just as curious about Silver Dragon's identity, as a loyal and disciplined subordinate, she wouldn't question White Bird's decisions.

Red Raven ignored her words, continuing to whine like a child being bullied by an older sibling.

Silver Dragon's identity remained a mystery even to his fellow Elders. Not even White Crow—Elliot—had any idea who this mysterious newcomer was. Lillie had returned from Hong Long Corp after visiting Ethan and suddenly announced that there would be a new Elder joining their ranks—her left-hand man.

Elliot had been utterly dumbfounded. Shock was an understatement. Who the hell was this 'Silver Dragon'? How was he connected to the organization? Or to White Bird's past?

What Elliot didn't know was that Silver Dragon was none other than his boss's future husband—and the real Vermillion Dragon.

Lillie had deliberately kept Ethan's identity under wraps. It was simply too confidential. Even though Elliot had been her most trusted confidant throughout her reign as one of the Underworld's most feared figures, she couldn't entrust him with this particular secret, yet.

Meanwhile, Ethan himself was in a similar predicament. He had no idea who any of the Elders were beneath their masks—except for Elliot, White Bird's 'right-hand man.'

To make matters worse, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had been tricked into taking the 'left-hand man' position. No matter how he looked at it, the left-hand man was clearly inferior to the right-hand man.

Fine. If that was the case, he'd just have to show that 'Idiot' who the real boss was between them.

"Sooooo… mind telling us who he is?" Feng Chunhua—Thousand Face Succubus—shamelessly ogled Ethan's sexy physique, eyes roaming over the way his suit perfectly accentuated his lean yet muscular frame.

"Denied."

The Empress had spoken.

Silver Dragon's identity would remain a secret… even from them.

"Oh…" Thousand Face Succubus pouted, crossing her arms in disappointment.