The group made their way toward the entrance, with Don and Charles leading the way. Hector trailed slightly behind them, his phone held high as he panned the camera to give his viewers a steady shot of both Charles and Don.
His running commentary was peppered with excitement, bouncing between English and Spanish as he hyped up the moment.
"Yo, chat! Check it out—Silverwing and Don, right here! ¡No manches! This is insane!" Hector grinned as he turned the camera toward his face briefly.
Behind him, Donald and Tori followed in relative silence. Donald seemed preoccupied, his gaze flickering between the parking lot and the towering figures of Charles and Don ahead. Tori, on the other hand, kept her arms folded, her discomfort with Hector’s antics practically radiating off her.
As they approached, one of the two massive bouncers stationed by the entrance stepped forward. Without a word, he lifted the velvet rope, ready to let them through.
But before they could step inside, Don stopped abruptly. Turning to Hector, he pointed toward the phone still clutched in Hector’s hand.
"You’ll have to end your stream here," Don said flatly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He didn’t bother offering an excuse—he simply didn’t want the camera around.
Charles came to a stop beside him, his irritation with Hector’s stream evident despite the smile still on his face. "That’s a good idea," he added smoothly. "A lot of the people here won’t appreciate being filmed without permission. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they sued you heavily for it."
Hector’s grin faltered for a brief moment as the weight of their words sank in. Quickly recovering, he let out a laugh and lowered his phone. "Haha, don’t worry! I was just about to end it anyway. No pasa nada, amigos. I know how it goes."
From behind, Tori caught up to the group and immediately facepalmed. "Why are you like this?" she muttered, exasperated.
Hector ignored her, turning off his phone and holding it out toward Don as if to prove his point. "See? Off. Just like I planned."
Don glanced at the phone but said nothing. Charles simply turned his attention back to the bouncers, addressing Don in an even tone. "I don’t think any searches are necessary, right? No weapons or illegal substances?"
Don shook his head. "Not on my end," he replied, glancing toward the rest of the group. While he trusted Donald not to have anything suspicious, he couldn’t say the same for Tori or Hector.
Hector, as if reading Don’s thoughts, waved his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, bro! I’m not that brave. Don’t worry—I’m clean. The only weapons I’ve got are these!" He flexed his arms dramatically, grinning.
Tori groaned audibly, wishing she could delete her brother from existence.
Charles, watching the exchange with a carefully maintained smile, gave a small nod. "I see," he said smoothly. "Let’s carry on, then."
The bouncers stepped aside without further delay, and the group proceeded inside.
The hallway leading from the entrance was as extravagant as one would expect—polished marble floors, walls adorned with glowing panels, and soft ambient lighting that gave the space a futuristic feel.
After a short walk, they stepped into an elevator. The doors slid shut with a soft **hiss**, and the group ascended in silence, save for Hector muttering excitedly under his breath about how "next level" everything looked.
When the elevator finally stopped with a soft chime, the doors slid open to reveal a breathtaking scene.
The top floor extended around the entire stadium, with glass walls providing an uninterrupted, panoramic view of the field below. The space was vast and open, with ceilings high enough to create a sense of grandeur.
Floating virtual screens hovered throughout the room, their projections courtesy of tiny, hovering drones. Guests could be seen gesturing effortlessly, resizing and repositioning the screens with simple hand movements to customize their viewing experience.
Masked waiters and waitresses dressed in sharp, black uniforms moved through the crowd, delivering drinks and snacks on trays that seemed to levitate beside them.
The guests themselves were no less remarkable. Each one was dressed in attire so extravagant it made even Charles’ glittering outfit seem subdued by comparison. Gowns adorned with shimmering crystals, suits embedded with golden threads, and other outfits that blurred the line between fashion and art filled the room.
"Dios mío," Hector muttered, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. He fumbled for his phone before remembering he’d just turned it off.
Tori remained quiet, her gaze darting nervously around the room as she stayed close to Donald, who seemed equally out of place.
Charles, unfazed by the opulence, walked forward confidently, glancing back at Don. "What do you think?" he asked, his tone casual. Continue reading at freewebnovel
Don surveyed the space. His expression remained neutral, though his mind worked quickly to assess the environment. ’Extravagant. Predictably so. Let’s just try and complete this side quest.’
As the group took in the scene before them, each of them wore a different expression, save for Charles, whose ease made it clear he was more than familiar with this level of extravagance.
Don stepped out after a brief pause, his expression neutral but his brow lifting slightly as he took in the view. He didn’t say anything, just nodding and letting his gaze sweep across the room as if filing away details for later.
Hector, on the other hand, was anything but subtle as he leaned forward to peek out of the elevator. "This is amazing," he added in a lower voice before turning to Tori, "Can you believe this, sis?"
Tori barely registered his words. The moment the elevator doors had opened, she’d felt the weight of countless eyes falling on them.
Most of the gazes were directed at Charles, as expected, but after a moment, some began shifting curiously toward the rest of the group. Tori’s arms folded tightly across her chest, her discomfort clear as her gaze darted nervously around the room.
Donald stood frozen for a moment, holding up the family pass he’d been clutching like it might somehow explain their presence. "This pass my uncle gave me… it could only get us to the fourth floor at most," he murmured, his voice low as if talking to himself. "This is the very top. That’s insane."
Charles flashed a charming smile. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "And feel free to order anything you’d like."
The words were directed at the others, but as his gaze shifted to Don, his tone became more direct. "I’d like to discuss something privately with Don before the match, if you wouldn’t mind?"
Don’s curiosity sparked at the request, though his expression didn’t show it. ’What’s this about?’ he wondered briefly. Still, he nodded. "Not at all," he replied simply, glancing at the others. "I’ll find you guys after."
Hector, whose focus had already shifted to Charles’ earlier mention of ordering anything, waved dismissively. "No problem at all! You guys take your time. We’ll just mingle and settle in."
Tori gave Hector a glare, her hands twitching as if she were debating whether to hit him. Instead, she forced a strained smile and nodded at Don. "Alright. See you later," she said quietly.
Donald, still looking slightly dazed as he tried to process everything around him, managed a vague, "Sure," in response.
Charles gave an approving nod. "Perfect," he said, gesturing for Don to follow. "This way."
As the two walked side by side, the sound of their footsteps echoed faintly across the polished floor. Charles maintained his usual confident smile, while Don’s expression remained neutral, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Several of the well-dressed guests turned their heads to watch them pass, curiosity evident in their gazes. Charles, ever the charmer, acknowledged a few with polite nods, while Don ignored the attention entirely.
From behind, Donald watched them go, a flicker of envy crossing his face. ’What’s it like to be Don right now? To have people likeSilverwing wanting to talk to you?’ The thought clawed at him briefly before he felt Hector’s arm sling across his shoulders.
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"Órale, bro!" Hector said, his grin as wide as ever. He gestured toward the bustling room. "Well, it’s just you and me. What do you say we go try and get ourselves some premium baddies?"
Donald blinked at him, momentarily stunned by the abrupt shift in conversation. "…What?"
"You heard me!" Hector said, giving him a playful nudge. "Look at this place, man. ¡Es como un paraíso! Let’s go scope it out. First round’s on me."
"But… isn’t everything free?" Donald sighed but couldn’t refuse as Hector dragged him forward, his excitement infectious despite his over-the-top demeanor.