Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

Fir tilted his head up, his eyes glistening with a newfound understanding. He had always felt a nagging sense of uncertainty since his memory loss, but now, as he stood before the awed and astonished onlookers, a sense of calm washed over him.

He had always known he was different, but now he knew it was for a reason. He was a VIP, a person of great importance, and it seemed that even his own identity had been kept from him.

"I see now why Evangeline has been spoiling me so much. It seems that my true identity must be even more amazing than I had ever imagined," he said to himself with a hint of awe in his voice.

He looked out across the room, his gaze falling on the attendant who had bowed her head in respect. He felt a sudden sense of power, a thrill he had never experienced before. He was a hidden boss, a king in disguise.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he felt a surge of confidence as he stood tall, his casual attire now seeming like a statement of his superiority. The others in the room, even the talented singer Justin, seemed to pale in comparison to his newfound status.

With a simple "shh" gesture, he signaled the attendant to be silent and couldn't help but grin at his own joke. It seemed as though he was intentionally trying to conceal his true identity, despite the fact that everyone in the room knew exactly who he was.

The weight of the pressure that came with being in the presence of such important figures was evident on Justin and his friends. They realized that VIP membership to the Diamond House Club was reserved for only the most prestigious of individuals, such as the top Billionaires in the world.

Little did they know, the owner of the Diamond Club House was actually one of Evangeline's proxy. With her long life, she had amassed a fortune greater than the Wayne Corporation, yet chose to remain in the shadows. It was a secret that only a select few knew about.

After receiving his Black Membership Card, he turned to Justin and the rest of the group, who were still in a state of shock.

"Is there something wrong?" Fir asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Justin cleared his throat,

"I'm sorry, Mr Fir. We had no idea that you were such an important person."

"Fir is fine .Don't worry about it. I like to keep a low profile." He chuckled, but there was a hint of overwhelming confidence in his voice now.

"So, what's good to do around here?" He asked.

Zelena's eyes lit up, it was her time to shine.

"Oh, there's so much to do! This place has the best restaurants, golf ,a lot of sports gyms , a huge bar , and a swimming pool . We can take you around if you'd like." She spoke with excitement.

"Sounds like a plan." Fir responded with a simple nod.

As they entered the main hall, he looked around with a calm demeanor, as if this was just another day in his life. The extravagant décor and luxurious atmosphere of the place did not seem to faze him. He had seen and experienced much more than this in Evangeline's Grand Mansion.

Meanwhile, Justin's friends were still in a daze, unable to fully process the fact that they were in the presence of someone of such high importance. Their eyes were glued to Fir as they tried to soak in every detail of his appearance, from his impeccable clothing to his confident demeanor.

Hushed whispers passed between them as they gazed in awe at him, their admiration only growing stronger as they learned of his true identity.

"Look how effortlessly cool he is," one of them breathed, her eyes fixed on the way he moved with a subtle confidence that drew everyone's attention. His natural charm was undeniable, his every movement imbued with a grace that left them spellbound.

However, Fir remained completely unaware of the attention he was getting.

He had never considered that moving with such effortless grace was anything out of the ordinary. It felt as natural to him as breathing, like a rhythm he had always known but had never been conscious of. He didn't realize that his steps held a certain fluidity that others found mesmerizing, a delicate balance of power and poise that left them captivated. To him, it was just how he moved - with a quiet confidence and a subtle elegance that seemed to come as naturally as the beating of his own heart.

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The first floor of the club house was like a small upscale mall, with various restaurants serving exquisite dishes from all over the world. Fir noted the different famous brands displayed on the second floor, like Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Hermes, and Rolex, but to him, it was all just another day of luxury. He doesn't even realize how wealthy he was because he has no one to compare to.

Zelena, trying to initiate a conversation, mentioned that they usually shop there to avoid the paparazzi. But Fir simply nodded, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

Despite Zelena's beauty, he couldn't help but feel that none of the women in the club house could compare to Isabella, and even his maids were more stunning than any of them.

As they strolled around , Zelena's keen eye caught a European cuisine restaurant. Being the thoughtful person that she was, she immediately suggested it to Fir, who said that he had come from Europe.

The luxurious restaurant's lavish interior matched the equally sumptuous European cuisine they were served. While the others talked amongst themselves, Fir took note of the people coming in and out of the establishment. He couldn't help but notice that most of them had above-average looks, although none of them could quite compare to his own. He assumed it was the norm for places like this, filled to the brim with the wealthy.

"This place is a hotspot for celebrities." Justin broke the silence,

Fir gave a simple nod, his irritation at Justin's tone hidden behind a polite facade. He wasn't one for small talk especially with me , and would rather keep his observations to himself. After all, he was used to being in the company of women who follows his every desires.

"Why do I get the urge to punch this guy's face?" Fir muttered under his breath, with a hint of irritation in his tone.