Playlist Series Knight Velasquez

Knight let out a sigh as he surveyed the scattered papers and folders strewn across the table before him. Each one contained reports from Organòsi's heads in various Asian countries. Lord Vandreck, the current boss of Organòsi in Asia, was planning to retire in three years. He had expressed his intention to train Knight and other potential candidates eyeing the position.

Nine individuals were vying for the role of boss in Asia, Lord Vandreck's coveted position. Knight knew he needed to step up his efforts and outshine his competitors to secure the position.

Becoming powerful was his ultimate goal. He aspired to possess a significant amount of power.

Replacing Lord Vandreck wasn't a decision influenced by his father; it was a personal aspiration driven by his desire for more influence and strength.

At the age of twenty-five, Knight's thoughts revolved around achieving unparalleled power.

Frustration welled up within him as he exclaimed, "Damn it..." He should be focused on locating his sister instead of being confined to the Palace, following his father's wishes.

However, he fully understood the consequences of defying his father's wishes. Someone else would pay the price for his actions. He knew exactly who would bear the brunt of his father's anger, so he needed to tread carefully in his choices and decisions.

His father held the upper hand, and Knight's obedience was crucial—no matter the circumstances.

"A sour mood, I see."

Knight shot a sharp glare at Cloud, his personal butler who had been at his side since he was fourteen, standing beside his table.

"Leave me be, Cloud."

Cloud merely offered a sweet smile, though Knight was well aware of the underlying sarcasm. "Would you like some refreshments, my lord?"

Knight let out a heavy sigh, feeling burdened. "Refreshments like tea and other things I despise?"

Cloud remained unfazed by the irritated tone and sharp look. "Come now, my Lord, you know how I dislike serving you tea. And you're not fond of drinking it either. It's an honor to serve a fine, young, and handsome gentleman such as yourself, my lord."

Knight glared at Cloud once more. "Cut the flattery." He rubbed his temples. "Go fetch me something refreshing that can actually rejuvenate me. I'm infuriated and irritated to the point where I might actually beat you if you keep getting on my nerves."

Cloud chuckled, seemingly unafraid of the threats. "I'll be back shortly, my lord."

"Once you return," Knight interjected before Cloud could exit the private study, "use Tagalog. It's necessary, as I'll be bringing you along this time."

"Yes, my Lord."

As Cloud left, Knight stared at the doorway for a moment before retrieving his cellphone from the drawer. Just as he answered the call, he heard a grunt and groan from the other end. "Val? Are you having sex?" He raised an eyebrow. "What's with the grunting?"

"Mind your own business." Valerian's groan came through the line, prompting Knight to stifle a chuckle. "Do you know what time it is?"

Knight checked his wristwatch. "8 AM. Why?"

Valerian's voice turned exasperated. "Do you realize our time difference? It's 2 AM here, you dimwit! Unless, of course, you've returned from Spain and are currently at the airport, calling me to pick you up because you have nowhere else to go. In that case, fuck you—"

Knight interrupted with a grin, "I'll wait for you."

A brief pause followed. "You're unbelievable."

Knight laughed softly and reclined in his swivel chair, wincing at the sharp pain in his back. He ignored the discomfort.

"Miss me, best friend?"

Valerian's response was curt, "You're gross."

"Come on, I've been away for a year." Another laugh escaped him. "I can't help but express my feelings."

"You're not fooling anyone," Valerian retorted coldly. "Remember, I know the real you."

Knight shrugged off the remark. He had promised Valerian that he would be the best version of himself—a lunatic, which wasn't a difficult feat for him.

Valerian continued, "Didn't you miss me?" His voice carried a dramatic tone. "Ouch! You wounded me, best friend—"

The line suddenly went dead.

Knight chuckled softly and glanced at his phone's screen. Valerian's impatience was both effortless and amusing. He was one of the few people Knight could count on to keep boredom at bay during his frequent trips between the Philippines and Spain, where he secretly searched for his missing sister.

A text from Valerian appeared on his screen.

From: Best friend

Are you at the airport? I'll pick you up.

Knight smiled, fully aware of Valerian's inability to say no. Despite his constant irritation and colorful language, Valerian was a kind and loyal friend—one of