Investing In My Three Crippled Wives Get 10,000x Times Return

Chapter 107 | Simon & The Strange Sister

"He's also your husband," Lyra's voice teased, the mental tone laced with a playful, mischievous edge. 'He would listen to you if you told him to stay.'

Mira's eyes narrowed sharply as she glared at the seemingly tranquil Lyra on the couch.

She opened her mouth to retort, but found she had no immediate comeback.

Lyra's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. Her dark eyes remained closed, but beneath that calm exterior, a spark of her old self, the rumored "Shadow Saintess" with two faces, was starting to reveal itself.

There was a certain 'madness' in her quiet amusement, a subtle shift from the broken, withdrawn girl she had been just days ago.

Mira scoffed, turned her head away, and forcefully closed her eyes, plunging herself back into cultivation to escape the telepath's teasing.

***

Meanwhile, Dexter had booked a taxi heading deeper into the city. He settled into the back seat and gave the driver the name of the district.

A few minutes later, the taxi slowed down as two more passengers hailed it from the curb.

The car stopped, and a young man and a young woman climbed in. The woman took the front passenger seat, while the young man squeezed into the back beside Dexter.

As the taxi pulled back onto the road, Dexter frowned slightly. His enhanced senses automatically scanned the new arrivals.

'Superhuman Realm.'

The man beside him was at the Second or Third Stage of the Superhuman Realm.

The woman in the front seat was even stronge, radiating the unmistakable pressure of a Peak Superhuman.

'When did Superhuman experts become so much?'

Dexter was genuinely surprised.

Ever since he had entered the Superhuman Realm himself, he was realizing just how many powerful experts hid in plain sight in this city.

To find two of them sharing a random public taxi was quite a coincidence.

The car drove in silence for a while before the woman in the front turned her head slightly, addressing the young man in the back.

"Are you prepared for the tournament?" she asked in a cold voice.

The young man straightened his posture. "Yes, sister. I am prepared."

The woman snorted. "That's what you said last time before you lost to Colin. Just make sure not to lose this time. Don't lose our family's face again."

The young man scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish, but then his gaze hardened. "Don't worry, sister. I'll try my best."

The woman's expression darkened. "Try your best? You best isn't enough. Try your hardest. If you lose this time, it's not just about losing face. Our parents will be disappointed. And more importantly, I will be disappointed in you."

Dexter tuned out the rest of their conversation, turning his gaze to the city skyline rolling past the window.

'Tournament?'

He hadn't heard anything about a tournament happening in the city, but it wasn't really his concern.

About five minutes later, the young man suddenly turned to face Dexter.

"This weather is quite nice, isn't it?" the young man asked with a bright, friendly tone.

Dexter didn't respond immediately. He glanced to his side, realizing the young man who looked to be about his own age was trying to make small talk.

"Yeah," Dexter replied neutrally. "It is."

The young man smiled, extending his hand. "Hi, my name is Simon."

Dexter looked at the outstretched hand, then at the young man's face.

Simon was wearing a wide, somewhat foolish grin, his eyes bright with a naive, harmless energy.

Dexter blinked, then eventually took the hand and shook it.

"I'm Dexter."

"Dexter," Simon repeated, his smile widening.

"That's quite a unique name."

Dexter shrugged. "My parents were jokesters."

Simon chuckled at the rhyme. "Are you heading to the Titan Training Center too?"

Dexter nodded. "Yeah. I assume you're going there too?"

"Yeah! There's a city-wide tournament being hosted there today," Simon explained enthusiastically. "I'm trying to win the tournament and gain some reputation in the city."

Dexter blinked. "Alright. Good luck with that."

"Are you also going for the tournament?" Simon asked, leaning in slightly.

Dexter shook his head. "No, I'm just going there for a friendly spar with someone."

"Oh, alright!" Simon said cheerfully, not pressing for details. "I hope you win your spar."

Dexter offered a small nod. "I hope you win your tournament too."

Simon beamed.

Ten minutes later, the taxi pulled to a stop in front of a massive, building.

The building was enormous, with reinforced walls as a large, metallic archway loomed over the entrance.

'Titan Elite Training Facility'

The three of them stepped out of the taxi and approached the main gate.

Simon and his sister produced their Hero Identification cards, which the guards scanned.

"Go in."

The guards spoke.

The two people headed inside the gate.

The moment Dexter was out of earshot, Simon's sister grabbed her brother by the arm and yanked him to the side.

"Simon, why are you being friendly with everyone?" she hissed. "You don't know his intentions! He might be trying to get close to our family, or to me, through you."

Simon shook his head, his expression baffled. "We entered the vehicle before us. He was already sitting in the back when we hailed it. How would he have known we were going to be in the same taxi?"

"Moreover, how could he know exactly where your car would break down? How could he know we would be hailing this exact taxi? Sister, you're being way too paranoid."

The sister shook her head.

His sister's lips curled into a thin, disapproving line. "And you're being way too carefree. It's better to be paranoid than to be taken advantage of. You can greet him or talk to him, but don't get too close."

Simon sighed but eventually nodded in reluctant agreement.

As they finished their conversation and approached the gate, they caught the tail end of Dexter's interaction with the guard. Dexter casually pulled out a sleek, golden identification card and handed it over.

The guard's demeanor transformed instantly. He snapped to attention, saluting sharply.

"Good morning, Mr. Dexter! You can head inside immediately."

Simon and his sister froze in their tracks.

A gold license card. That was the highest tier of identification issued by the Hero Association.

It meant the holder was a Gold-rank registered hero, a status reserved for those whose evaluated potential placed them in the top ten of the entire city.

But Dexter didn't wait for them to react.

He simply pocketed his card, nodded to the guard, and strode through the gate, heading directly toward the location he had been given for his sparring session.

"Why would I bother getting close to you? Don't tell me you're the Storm Empress."

Dexter's lips curled into a mocking smile when his enhanced hearing overheard Simon and his sisters conversation.