Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 317: The office

Lucian almost had a heart attack when he stepped into the real world after leaving the massive building he lived in that was said to be his penthouse on the top floor of a skyscraper. He couldn’t see where the building ended when he got down.

Now that he was sitting in the moving metal carriage, he tried to act indifferent, but internally, he was wondering how it could move without horses and why the world was so noisy and loud—it was making his headache worse. The modern world had so many things he didn’t like and little he did. He hated noisy places, and everywhere was noisy.

When he first stepped out of his chamber, he had expected to walk into a long hallway just like in Pendragon Palace, but what he found had confused him. No open hallways, no moving servants—just one housekeeper, who had gasped at his attire along with Gary. freewebnσvel.cøm

"You don’t plan on wearing that to the office, do you, boss?" his assistant had questioned in horror, and Lucian had looked down at his black sweatpants and sweater, then scowled at the man. "What’s wrong with my attire?"

He liked it, and it was comfortable. His Ave had worn it once, and he would wear only this kind of attire until the day he found her. The modern Lucian had many of these kinds. But Gary had tried to talk him out of wearing it to this so-called meeting.

Lucian’s golden eyes had darkened as he said, "You are my servant. You won’t tell me what to wear. Now take me to this company and meeting place, and let’s get it over with." He couldn’t believe how servants in this world did not fear their lords. The man had not only tried to tell him what to do on many things but also met his eyes whenever he talked, as if they were of the same rank in life.

To own such a massive skyscraper and a moving metal carriage, he must be like a king, so why his servants thought they could tell him what to do baffled and irritated him. And again, one thing that confused and surprised him was the manner of their dressing. He stared, fascinated, out the window of the moving metal carriage at the buildings and people.

The modern people seemed to lack the wealth to buy proper clothing, as many he had now seen were half-clothed. Was poverty so much in the world that they couldn’t afford a proper dress? He hoped wherever his wife was, she wasn’t thrust into poverty and in such a state.

Lucian had thought his life was over when he lost her, and he had thought he would never live again for failing to protect her or follow her to the death he had so many times promised to bring her back from if she were ever taken by it. He had thought himself a failure and was ready to be miserable until Rylan gave him hope again.

He believed deep in his heart that his wife was in this world, but where in it, he didn’t know. He no longer had a mate connection with her or anything; it had been broken the day she perished right before him. He had thought he would ask around and get led to her, but it seemed that was an impossible feat now that he saw how big the world was.

The future had gone past his expectations. Not even Ave’s drawings had prepared him for this. It was a big world, and everyone he had asked when he walked out of that massive skyscraper had looked at him like he was out of his mind for questioning them about Aveline Eamon.

"Boss, you have to stop the prank already. You are making a fool of yourself in public," his noisy assistant had whispered to him as he led him to one of the many metal carriages in a place he learned was a parking lot. It seemed not everyone knew her as she had once told him.

Lucian sighed as he stared at the passing buildings. Where would he go looking for her? Where could she be, since the people he’d met so far had no idea who he was talking about? He only had thirty days in this world to find her. His soul had been transported to the future while his body was still in his time.

And one thing he’d realized—this Penn family were the descendants of the Pendragon family. Though he had no idea which of his family line had sired such a useless man like the body he was possessing, he felt a stupid sense of obligation to make this modern Lucian behave like a Pendragon should. If he would meet his wife in this body, he had to work on his image. And the first step was having this meeting he was being taken to by Gary and the coachman of the car.

He didn’t have to go through the history books to know these were his family line. The housekeeper had said they were from a line of a royal family, and their wealth was deep and old—not to mention how they had shortened Pendragon to Penn and how his name had been repeated in this generation.

Lucian was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t realize they had reached their destination until the door of the car was suddenly opened by the coachman, who was a young man and had even dared to address him by his name when he first came to the parking lot in his house. A glare from him had made the man clear his throat and open the door for him.

Now, as he opened the door, he didn’t dare call him, "What’s up, Lucian!" again. He only moved back and let him step down. Tucking his hands inside his pockets, Lucian told Gary to lead the way as he had no memories of this Lucian to know where this meeting was taking place.

Gary exchanged looks with the driver, as their boss had never been such a commanding freak before. He was always easygoing and didn’t like any of his workers addressing him formally. He had been the one to pat the driver, Cal, on the shoulder when he first started working for him and told him,

"You can call me just Lucian or Xander, my man. No boss, no formalities. I hate all that formality shit. Only my old man would like everyone to kiss the ground he walked on, not me. I’m your man, got it?"

Since then, Cal had started to call him by name and even talk easily with him—until now, where his features seemed to have changed in a day. It was like they had been remolded with steel as they looked hard and unfriendly, aloof and cold. Even his gold eyes seemed to have darkened more than they had just yesterday.

Everyone knew how the boss liked to prank people, but he was taking this prank too far. When Gary didn’t move quickly to lead the way, Lucian’s eyes swept back and glared at him.

"Do you need a special invitation before you take me to this meeting?" he deadpanned with a displeased voice.

Gary swallowed and hurriedly moved to the front to lead him to the parking lot elevator.

Lucian tried not to look around in fascination as he followed behind his assistant to a door that slid open, just like the one he had entered in the skyscraper, and then slid closed once they stepped inside. Just as before, he didn’t realize when he grabbed his assistant’s hand the moment it felt like the floor was moving again.

When it finally stopped, he composed himself, cleared his throat, and stood up straighter. If he had a choice, he would never ride in this sliding room-door thing again! He thought, glaring at it as he walked out.

Lucian had thought he would not be facing any noise and disrespectful people again once he went to meet his court members in this meeting place, but it seemed he had expected too much from this uncouth modern human.

The moment Gary and he entered the building, he was welcomed by the unorganized people who moved from one place to another, showing each other something on their phones while they gasped and chuckled. They were all in enclosed boxes with desks and chairs, and the building was so cool with glasses and fragile attempts here and there. He thought had the people in it kept to themselves and stayed quiet, it would have been a beautiful place.

"Who are these people?" he asked Gary, whom he pulled back by the collar of his suit as he scowled.

Gary didn’t know for how long his boss planned to take on this prank, but he couldn’t dare ignore his question with that dark scowl he had been carrying around since they’d left his house.

"They are your staff and getting on the morning gossip as usual, and I bet you are the topic of their morning entertainment after the scandal with you and Miss Foxx last night."

"They are my servants?" he asked with a small frown. And though Gary didn’t know why he phrased it like that, he nodded. "Yes, they work for you, and you never had any problem with them gossiping openly and doing what humans do. You even allowed them to have an office Christmas party just recently, and—Hey, Gabby! Is that your baby you told us about?" Gary turned to address a woman who called his name, and in her arms was a crying toddler who drooled with chocolate smeared around his mouth and dropped a few on the floor as he kept wailing and throwing chocolate crumbs all over the polished floor.

"Yes, it’s my son. Good morning, Lucian. We didn’t expect you’d show up today after last night’s boom party," the woman with the baby said to him, then turned to address Gary again. "My son’s babysitter caught a fever, and since Lucian doesn’t mind, I brought him here as we don’t have much work anyway."

Lucian saw nothing but red. If this was his building and these people were his servants, why would this damned Lucian give them the liberty to do as they pleased without any organization?

He might have come from the past, but he knew how a place should be. They were supposed to be working and not talking and moving around, some even eating and throwing rubbish on the floor. Not to mention the annoying fat kid in the woman’s arms who was deafening his ears with his cries.

What sort of a person was this morden Lucian?

Lucian’s fingers clenched into fists when someone blindly threw something his way and it hit him on the chest lightly. When the person looked up from his phone and saw he had thrown his half-eaten food at him instead of in the bin, he only smiled and said, "Sorry, my man. Didn’t see you there," and then resumed looking down at his phone, laughing like a lunatic at whatever nonsense he was doing on his phone.

The crying and laughing and random chatters and everything got to his brain until he could no longer take the noise and yelled out, "SILENCE!!"

Everyone went still at his outburst. They all turned to look at him as if he were out of his mind for demanding silence. It seemed he would end up killing someone before he left this world, and that someone would be the lunatic who had thrown something at him and then resumed laughing at his phone, acting as if Lucian hadn’t just ordered them all to be silent.

Boiling with silent rage, Lucian walked to the man and grabbed the phone from his hand and hurled it against the wall, shattering it, and when the man’s eyes widened in disbelief at his broken phone, his features took on an angry look. He then turned to Lucian.

"You cocksucker! Why would you do that? I was leading my team to victory in the game!" he said in anger, and he had a look on his face like if Lucian wasn’t his boss, he would have hit him.

Lucian could only take this much disrespect and insolence. He grabbed the fool by the collar and sent him falling back with a punch to his arrogant, disrespectful face. "Get out! I don’t want you working for me anymore. Gary, put him in the cell until I order his release!"

Gary, taken aback, said, "Boss, it’s Neal, have you forgotten? You used to play Call of Duty with him and—"

A dark glare from Lucian made Gary swallow his words. "Put him in the dungeon right now!"

Gary hurriedly brought out his phone and called the cops for Neal, who had many times insulted the boss in front of him, but he’d never taken offense in it and laughed it off, saying, "You’re lucky you and I are pals in the game."

Lucian turned to the rest, who were now regarding him with shocked disbelief. Now that they looked at him up close, they noticed the changes in his demeanor and the air around him.

Though he wore casual sweatpants and a shirt, he made them look graceful and elegant for the first time. The long sleeves were folded to his elbows, and bulging veins lined his forearms. His face was as hard as steel, and his eyes burned with an intensity no one had seen in them before as he looked them in the eyes one by one before issuing his warning.

"If I ever walk in here and find it noisy and messy like today, you will all not only lose your work but your lives as well. From now on, anyone who dares address me by my name will regret the day he or she was born into this pathetic world. No more using your damn phones here and gossiping. I want everything organized and in place. And you," he turned to the woman with the crying child who had started to cry again while he stared at Lucian like he’d seen a demon,

"keep your son at your house or anywhere but in my domain. You are here to serve your employer, not do as you please. Are my words clear to all of you?" he demanded coolly, his voice devoid of any emotions.

The staff nodded quickly when they met his eyes. No one dared to test if their boss was on another prank because he looked and seemed dead serious this time. He had even fired Neal and knocked him out with a punch. He glared at them one last time and ordered his assistant to lead the way, but before he left, he turned to the woman with the child again. "Clean up after your child’s mess," then he walked away.

Everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding when he walked into the elevator that led to the conference room. Just yesterday, their boss had been laughing with them, and they’d seen him mess around with Lora online, and suddenly he was so controlling and aloof? Was he really okay?

"What’s wrong with him?" many asked, but they didn’t dare test the length of his threat and didn’t dwell on the gossip, and went to their cubicles to do their work and mind their business.