Omega Manual chapter 76
Lush Green Grass
Shelley and Irey did not stay long in Lansai. After posting the house sale advertisement, they set off for Nantes.
They retraced the route they had taken two months earlier back to this central metropolis.
People wanting to enter the city still lined up at the checkpoint. Betas without the qualifications and Omegas attempting to pass off as Alphas were picked out one by one by the inspectors, who brusquely sent them away.
When it was Irey and Shelley’s turn, the inspector checked their stamped passes and glanced at Shelley’s blonde hair and blue eyes with a smile. “I remember you two. Left the city two months ago, only returning now. You must be making quite a fortune with him?”
The last sentence was directed at Irey, hinting at some unsavory implications.
Irey wasn’t offended either. He took the pass from the inspector, smiled in a nonchalant manner, leaned closer, and in a lowered voice said, “You want to make a fortune too? No problem, buddy. I hear a lot of Alphas are tired of Omegas and are looking to play with Betas.”
The inspector’s face immediately turned from red to white to blue. He stared at Irey for a long moment without saying a word.
Irey ignored him and opened the door, got into the car, and drove into the city of Nantes.
Shelley rolled down the window, and the breeze tousled his blond hair.
It felt strange sitting in the car watching the streets and scenery recede. He was like a canary trapped in a cage, not having flown out for many years.
In his memory, Nantes was still as prosperous and rich as he remembered, but today on this road, he found that the fountain in the square had rusted, and many shops along the street were empty. Only the areas where the wealthy gathered and government buildings remained bright and beautiful. The entire city seemed like a dead corpse wearing a mask, hiding decay behind its glamorous facade.
Rodell White, the general manager of the Manta Grand Hotel, was as usual leisurely drinking coffee in his office that day.
His main purpose for coming here was certainly not work, because since the Manta Grand Hotel was established five years ago, he didn’t need to do any work. With the hotel’s operating income and, more importantly, the business of renting out Omegas, money flowed like water. He occasionally visited his office to keep his employees on their toes and prevent laziness.
And of course, he had some work plans to handle.
Such as the heat period of the former president of Manta Technology seems to be coming, it’s time to arrange it for him.
So when an Alpha dressed in a shabby leather coat swaggered into his office, even lighting a cigarette without opening a window, Rodell didn’t react for a full ten seconds.
The unexpected visitor spoke first, “Are you Rodell White? The general manager of Manta Hotel?”
The manager’s face, pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, twisted into a twist, “Who are you? Who let you in? Security——”
“Don’t yell. Your people let me in,” Irey flicked the ash onto Rodell’s desk, “I just want to do business with you. I want to buy North District No. 24 Villa, including the villa’s cars, security, cleaners, and housekeeping rights.”
Only then did Rodell gradually recover from his shocked state, “Who are you? Do you know how much a villa is worth——”
With a cigarette in his mouth, Irey smiled and leaned his elbow on the desk, gesturing with his hand “three,” toward him. “Regardless of your price, I will pay triple.”
Rodell widened his eyes.
“Don’t believe it?” Irey said, tossing a bag of something in front of Rodell. The bag’s mouth opened, revealing heavy banknotes inside.
The changing expressions on Rodell’s face were a spectacle, angry one second, and suddenly becoming courteous and warm the next, his two small and scattered eyes narrowed into a line, his hands rubbing back and forth like Parkinson’s.
“Oh, this is really… A distinguished guest like you, how did you suddenly visit without giving a heads-up?” Rodell smiled warmly. “Just now was a misunderstanding, forgive me for not welcoming you. Please, have a seat!”
Irey didn’t sit, still wearing that half-smiling expression, watching him.
“Guest of noble character, since you put it that way, I won’t bother with the pleasantries.” Rodell quickly found a blank contract from the drawer, as if afraid that the other party would change his mind, and quickly filled in his name in one column. “Since you said so, the price of the villa plus the price of the car and the pool, plus the employment price of various staff in the villa, our transaction amount is…”
Irey lazily leaned on the edge of the table, watching Rodell calculate the amount one by one. Suddenly he smiled and asked, “Mr. White, can I ask you something?”
“You can ask, you can ask,” Rodell’s pen didn’t stop.
“If the money is right, are you willing to do anything?”
Rodell looked up, showing a restrained smile, “Look at what you’re saying, money talks, nothing is too low for making money. Of course, the premise is not to violate the law…”
Rodell hadn’t finished speaking when Irey walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and swung a punch squarely into his jaw. Before Rodell could even groan, another fist hit his right cheek.
A tooth flew out of his mouth, blood gushed from his nose, and his face quickly swelled into a pig-like form of purple and blue.
Only then did Irey push him back into his chair, wiping his hands with a clean napkin from the desk. His expression remained unchanged, his brown eyes reflecting sunlight from outside.
“I’ll also triple the medical expenses,” Irey calmly said, tossing the napkin into the trash.
It wasn’t until Irey returned to Nantes that he learned Shelley had transferred all of his cash assets long ago into a savings account under his name.
It was before they had even gone to Fuba Port, before Duhaat, and even before leaving Leisau.
Not content with just that, to prevent any dispute over the funds being frozen, Shelley had also written a lengthy will, designating Irey Halton as his sole heir.
Irey had always been eloquent, but at the moment he saw the will, he was speechless, expressing his gratitude only through actions — leaving Shelley unable to get out of bed for a whole day in his own bedroom.
Early the next morning, Irey found the manager of the Manta Hotel and bought Shelley’s properties, cars, and the employment rights of all the employees in his villa.
The manager dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and in the end did not dare to trouble them again.
As promised, Irey took Shelley to see a movie, went to the hall, and even walked around all the places in Nantes that were forbidden for Omegas.
Not many recognized Shelley, and occasionally one or two showed expressions of great surprise and delicately expressed that they felt he had changed a lot from before.
Where did he change a lot? Longer hair, whiter skin, prettier face, more like an Omega?
Shelley hated such comments, turned and walked away, but the person added one more sentence.
“Your eyes seem different from before. If I didn’t know your face, I’d think you were an Alpha coming towards me.”
“It’s because there are fools like you in the world that Omegas will always be just Omegas,” Irey said, turning back and saying calmly, “while Alphas are increasingly like animals.”
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Irey lived in Nantes for more than a month, fully enjoying the comfort and joy of the grand villa.
Just the pool in the backyard, he would go down three or four times a day, darting around like a fish inside, and every time he emerged from the water, he would let out a sigh of relief.
Shelley sat barefoot by the pool with a cup of juice or coffee, smiling as he watched.
He had lived alone in this villa for five years, but had never felt happy for a single day.
But now, just watching Irey splashing around in the water, a feeling of happiness swelled in his chest.
He had never hoped for happiness in his life, but in this moment when happiness came, he realized everything was so natural and easy.
….
A week after their return to Nantes, Shelley’s sister, whom he hadn’t contacted for seven or eight years, suddenly called.
It had been so long that Shelley confirmed the number several times to make sure the person on the other end was indeed still alive and not some lame scam call.
“I heard you went out of town and brought back an Alpha.”
“Yeah,” Shelley said. “Any problem?”
There was a two-second pause on the other end before she said, “No, it’s fine.”
Then there was a dead silence, and no one spoke. Shelley frowned and was about to hang up when she suddenly spoke again.
“After coming back, didn’t you go see Dad?”
“No,” Shelley frowned, “he hasn’t been in contact with me for many years. I don’t know where he lives now.”
“Oh… so you didn’t know.” The sister murmured.
“Know what?” Shelley asked.
“He’s dead,” the sister said. “He died a long time ago and was buried in the cemetery in the western district, where the Manta Technology Tower used to be.”