Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 380 I Understand

"I must say they are the lucky ones," Reaves concluded, his laughter resonating in the room. The chandeliers above seemed to capture the sparkle of his amusement, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the immaculate surroundings.

"Of course, the Russels are the luckiest in all this," Mike concurred, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well, if only the James family can be as lucky," Reaves mused, maintaining a calm demeanor that belied the depth of his thoughts.

"We are in desperate need of talented alchemists like Nexus," Reaves added, his gaze shifting towards Mike, who was savoring the final sips of his drink. The ambient light seemed to dance on the surface of the liquid, creating a mesmerizing interplay of shadows and reflections.

Mike, aware of the implied invitation, chose not to give a direct response. Instead, he shifted his attention to Tiffany, who had been quietly enjoying her meal amidst the nuanced exchange. The dining hall, with its timeless elegance, became a stage for the unspoken dynamics of familial expectations and professional aspirations.

"Well, with how Tiffany looks so amazing today," Mike smoothly transitioned, his words injecting a touch of levity into the conversation. The room, with its high-backed chairs and gilded mirrors, seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next turn in the intricate dance of words.

"I wouldn't put it past me if I say the James family is the luckiest," he joked, the richness of his laughter echoing in the dining hall. The legacy of the James family, woven into the fabric of the room's design, bore witness to the ebb and flow of familial pride and professional ambitions.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Mike's words lingered in the air. Reaves, the patriarch of the James family, observed Mike with a discerning gaze.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Mike's words lingered in the air. Reaves, the patriarch of the James family, observed Mike with a discerning gaze. His sharp eyes, accustomed to reading between the lines, narrowed ever so slightly.

A subtle indication of his skepticism, Reaves processed Mike's words with a calculated demeanor. He understood the unspoken implications beneath the surface. Mike's desire to join the James family seemed to carry an additional condition – the hand of Tiffany.

"I see," Reaves said to Mike with a composed smile, concealing the complex web of thoughts weaving in his mind. Reaves was a man of shrewd judgment, and this situation demanded his utmost discernment. The prospect of Mike, who had been a longstanding associate, now expressing a desire to become family had unforeseen complications.

It was no secret that Reaves held high expectations for anyone aspiring to become a part of his esteemed family, especially when it came to his beloved daughter, Tiffany. However, before Nexus arrived on the scene, Reaves would have deemed Mike the perfect match.

But with Nexus's sudden prominence, Reaves found himself in a quandary. He?had been charmed by the young alchemist's talents, and he couldn't quite envision her future with Mike anymore.

Mike smiled as he saw that Reaves understand hs mild push "Yes reaves" he said looking at him.

Tiffany, seated elegantly at the dinner table, remained composed, seemingly unfazed by the conversation surrounding her. Her poise was a testament to the years of grooming in the art of diplomacy, a skill crucial for the heir to the James legacy. She was well aware of her father's intentions to find a worthy match for her, and it seemed Reaves had taken Mike's words as a subtle proposal.

Reaves, however, was not convinced of Mike's worthiness. Despite acknowledging Mike as a competent young man, Reaves couldn't ignore the looming presence of Nexus, the prodigious alchemist who had taken the city by storm. In Reaves' eyes, Nexus was the epitome of talent and success, a shining example of what the James family desired in a potential son-in-law.

As the unspoken tension hung in the air, Reaves chose a diplomatic approach. Instead of outright rejecting or agreeing to Mike's proposition, he tactfully shifted the focus to Tiffany. "My daughter, Tiffany is indeed very beautiful," he began, his voice measured. "However, she's always been very discerning when it comes to choosing a life partner."

Mike, sensing the gravity of the situation, braced himself for what was to come. He understood that Reaves was subtly putting him to the test, examining not just his alchemical skills but also his character and compatibility with Tiffany. It was obvious that Reaves does not want to give him Tiffany and was bringing all this to tell Mike that there is a competition with Nexus in the view now.

Reaves continued, his words measured and deliberate, "Tiffany values qualities like dedication, ambition, and, of course, exceptional talent in the field of alchemy. It would be interesting to see if someone can win her heart and gain her approval." Reaves' gaze never wavered from Mike, his eyes searching for a hint of the qualities he sought in a potential son-in-law.

Mike, feeling the weight of the challenge, met Reaves' gaze with determination. He knew he had to prove himself, not just as a skilled alchemist but as a man worthy of Tiffany's affections. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑏𝓃ℴ𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The idea of Nexus added an additional layer of complexity to the situation, as Mike now found himself in competition with a figure who had become a legend in the alchemical community.

"I understand, Mr. James," Mike replied, choosing his words carefully. "Tiffany's approval means a lot to me, and I am more than willing to demonstrate my dedication and commitment, not just to alchemy but to her as well." Mike's response carried feigned genuine sincerity, a reflection of his understanding of the challenges that lay ahead.

Reaves acknowledged Mike's words with a nod, his expression still guarded. He had seen many aspirants come and go, and he was not easily swayed. "Actions speak louder than words, young man," Reaves remarked, a subtle challenge in his tone. "Produce results that speak for your abilities and character, and perhaps we can revisit this conversation."

The evening unfolded in the James residence, with the air thick with unspoken expectations. As Reaves engaged in conversation with Mike, Tiffany sat quietly, a silent observer of the intricate dance unfolding around her.

"So, Mike," Reaves began, his voice measured, "the world of alchemy is indeed fascinating. Your skills are commendable, but it takes more than proficiency to become a part of the James family."

Mike, sensing the gravity of the conversation, replied, "Mr. James, I assure you, my dedication to alchemy and your family is unwavering. I am ready to prove myself in any way you deem fit."

Tiffany, though silent, listened intently. She could feel the weight of her father's expectations, and it frustrated her. She hated being treated like a prize to be won, and the idea of being bound to Mike irked her to the core.

Reaves, ever the discerning patriarch, continued, "Dedication is essential, but there's more to it. Tiffany is a young woman of discerning taste. She values qualities that go beyond the laboratory. Are you a man who can meet those standards?"

Mike, feeling the pressure, responded, "I understand, Mr. James..."