Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 110: Flickering Flames

Rylie Carver lounged on the rooftop terrace of a luxurious commercial high-rise in Texas, his tailored gray suit a study in meticulous refinement. The sprawling L-shaped outdoor sofa he occupied was positioned around a rectangular fire pit table, its flickering flames casting soft shadows on the tiled floor. Modern armchairs and a side table offered additional seating, while potted plants added a verdant touch to the outdoor setting. A glass railing on one side framed the sweeping view of the city skyline, its tranquil beauty contrasting with the undercurrent of tension brewing in the air.

Rylie crossed one leg over the other, his posture relaxed, an air of nonchalance clinging to him as he gazed up at the morning sky. His serene expression was unshaken, though his assistant, standing motionless behind him, radiated a quiet vigilance. freёnovelkiss.com

"How long?" Rylie asked, his voice calm, though the question carried a weight of expectation.

"An hour," the assistant replied. "Shall I call—"

Rylie raised a hand, silencing him with a single gesture. "No need. The guests are here."

His storm-gray eyes glinted as he turned his head slightly, the faintest hint of anticipation breaking through his composure. The soft hum of an elevator door opening accompanied the measured rhythm of approaching footsteps. A smile ghosted his lips, though it failed to reach his eyes.

"Right on time," he murmured, though the wry edge in his tone suggested otherwise.

Lyle Aelion stepped onto the terrace, his presence commanding. Dressed in a sleek black three-piece suit, his dark shirt open at the collar, Lyle exuded effortless authority. Behind him, Jania followed, her expression poised and unreadable.

Rylie’s gaze locked onto Lyle, his smile sharpening. "At last, the man behind the name—Lyle Aelion. I must say, you don’t disappoint. But, alas," he quipped, gesturing toward himself, "you’re still not quite as handsome as I am."

Lyle’s expression remained impassive, the humor sliding past him like water off stone.

Rylie’s smile faltered before he raised his brows in mock exasperation. "Not one for jokes, I see. Just like the rumors."

Lyle strode forward, ignoring the remark, and settled into the armchair directly opposite Rylie. Jania stood at a respectful distance behind him, her sharp eyes flitting over the setup before settling on Rylie.

"I suggest we skip the pleasantries," Lyle said coolly. "None of us are here by choice, so let’s not waste time."

Rylie’s grin widened, though his amusement seemed more calculated than genuine. Lyle’s gaze swept over the terrace, lingering on the fire pit’s flickering flames before returning to Rylie.

"I trust you didn’t summon me here just to admire the view," Lyle said.

"Admiring the view wouldn’t be a terrible way to spend time," Rylie countered, his tone light.

"Not my kind of entertainment," Lyle replied evenly.

Rylie leaned back into the cushions, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a glass of scotch on the table beside him. "Direct and efficient," he remarked. "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Aelion. I can see why they say you’re a man of few words."

Lyle’s gaze remained steady. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Speak."

A low, velvety chuckle escaped Rylie as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass before taking a deliberate sip. "Very well. Since you’re so eager to dispense with pleasantries, I’ll oblige. I called you here because I have something you want."

Lyle’s sharp eyes narrowed. "And what makes you think I want anything from you?"

Rylie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The playful mask slipped, revealing an intent edge. "Because there are things in this world even you cannot ignore—information, power, leverage." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before adding with a faint smirk, "And I happen to have all three."

Behind Lyle, Jania shifted slightly, her gaze narrowing at Rylie. But Lyle raised a hand, staying her. "You called me here to dangle vague insinuations," he said flatly. "Impressive. Now state your terms."

Rylie’s storm-gray eyes gleamed, his smirk returning. He leaned back, savoring the moment. "The experiment."

Lyle’s lips curved faintly, though his expression remained inscrutable. "What about it?"

"I have the details of the unrecorded experiment—the one designed to elevate human ability to a higher plane."

A tense silence fell between them, broken only by the crackle of the fire pit.

"I assume that’s enough to convince you," Rylie said smoothly. "Unless, of course, you’ve lost interest."

Lyle’s response was measured, his tone edged with skepticism. "Do you also have the details of the failed experiments?"

Rylie hesitated, the flicker of uncertainty brief but noticeable.

Lyle’s voice cut through the pause, cold and unyielding. "What do you want, Rylie Carver?"

"Given the complexity of your request, and the difficulty of obtaining certain—"

"Just get to the fucking point," Lyle interrupted, his voice sharp. "If it’s payment you’re after, I suggest you rethink your bargaining chip. I don’t trade in half-baked promises."

Rylie’s smirk faltered momentarily before he recovered, leaning back onto the sofa with a casual shrug. "Fair enough. My request is simple. I want two things: the finalized design for the second-generation AI robot—a project rumored to be revolutionary—and a partnership between Carver’s gene-editing laboratory team and Aelion Laboratories top research team."

"I want your laboratory’s expertise in neural interfacing and artificial intelligence merged with my team’s advancements in gene editing. Together, we’ll create a prototype—a being that surpasses human limitations."

Lyle’s expression remained unreadable as Rylie continued. "This partnership will grant us both something revolutionary. You get the information you want, and I get the final draft for the second version of the prototype. A win-win, don’t you think?"

Lyle remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on Rylie, assessing every nuance of his expression. It was as if he were dissecting the man’s motives with surgical precision. When he finally spoke, his tone was cold and calculated. "And why do you think I would entertain such an audacious proposition?"

"Because," Rylie replied smoothly, "you need the information I have."

Behind Lyle, Jania shifted slightly, her disapproval evident in the set of her jaw. But she remained silent, her watchful eyes flicking between the two men like a predator assessing a potential threat.

"You’re asking for a lot, Carver," Lyle said after a tense pause, his voice cutting through the ambient crackle of the fire pit. "And you’ve conveniently positioned yourself as the gatekeeper to something you claim I can’t do without. That suggests one of two things—either you’re reckless or overconfident."