Pampering Discarded Heroines Triggers My 10,000x Rebate System

The armored SUV drove up the quiet mountain road of Victoria Hill.

The tall iron gates of Imperial Crest Manor opened smoothly as the car approached. The tires crunched over the gravel in the driveway, and the vehicle came to a gentle stop in front of the main steps.

Arthur was already standing outside. As soon as the engine cut off, he stepped forward and opened the rear door.

"Welcome home, Chairman. Miss Amber, Miss Zephyra," Arthur said, giving a respectful bow. "The staff took the luggage from the Capital straight to your suites. We also prepared fresh tea on the terrace if you would like to sit outside."

"Thanks, Arthur," Evren said, stepping out of the car. He rolled his shoulders back, feeling the stiffness from the long morning fade in the cool mountain breeze. "A cup of tea sounds great."

Amber got out next, followed by Zephyra. She took a slow, deep breath, resting her hands lightly in her jacket pockets.

"Come on," Amber said gently, touching Zephyra’s arm. "Let’s sit down."

They walked through the hallway of the manor and out onto the stone terrace.

From the terrace, they had a clear view of the entire city. The distant skyscrapers looked small in the afternoon light. On the marble table, a silver pot of jasmine tea sat next to a plate of warm almond biscuits.

The three of them sat down around the table. Amber picked up the teapot and poured three steaming cups, setting one in front of Zephyra and one in front of Evren.

Zephyra reached out and wrapped both hands around the porcelain cup. She didn’t drink right away. She just stared down at her fingers for a few moment before bringing the cup to her lips for a sip.

Amber watched her quietly. "How do they feel, Z?"

"Light," Zephyra murmured softly, setting the cup down on the saucer without a single rattle. "There’s no pain. No burning in my wrists, and no stiffness in my fingers. I keep waiting for the shaking to come back, but... it doesn’t."

"It’s not coming back," Evren said, leaning back in his chair. "The poison in your arms is completely gone. Take your time, eat well, and let your strength return."

Zephyra looked across the table at Evren and gave a small nod. "I will. Thank you, Evren."

A few moments later, footsteps sounded on the stone terrace. Mikay walked over, carrying a tablet under his arm. He pulled up an empty chair and sat down with a relieved sigh.

"Boss, Vice-Chairman," Mikay said, adjusting his glasses. "The preliminary report from Sector One just came through. Chief Garon and the engineering team cleared all the collapsed stone from the bottom of Shaft Three. The new titanium guide rails are scheduled to arrive before midnight. The shaft will be fully operational by tomorrow evening or over-morrow."

"How are the families doing?" Evren asked.

"They received the two weeks of hazard pay we wired earlier," Mikay replied with a smile. "Several of the older miners actually called to say thanks. In Sector One, mining clans usually dock a worker’s wages whenever a shift gets halted by an accident. The local workers’ union is already calling Apex the fairest employer in the province."

Evren looked down at his tea, thinking about his own past.

Not too long ago, he had been riding an electric scooter through the freezing rain for fourteen hours a day, trying to scrape together enough money to pay his late mother’s medical bills.

He remembered what it felt like to be treated like an expendable number on a corporate spreadsheet.

"That’s how the other guilds do things, Mikay," Evren said quietly. "That’s not how we run Apex."

Evren paused, setting his teacup on the table.

"I want to set up a permanent charity foundation," Evren said. "I’ll seed it with fifty million dollars directly from my personal account."

Mikay’s hand froze above his tablet screen. He blinked and looked up, stunned. "Fifty million from your personal funds, Boss?"

"Yes," Evren said. "I want it dedicated to injured miners, low-tier Awakeners who got crippled in low-rank rifts, and the orphanages in the outer districts. I used to see retired hunters begging outside subway stations with missing limbs because their guilds dumped them the second they got hurt. We’re going to cover their medical bills and set up disability stipends."

Amber smiled warmly as she looked at Evren with deep admiration. "That’s a wonderful idea, Evren. It will change so many lives."

"We will also host an official Charity Gala at Horizon Plaza to launch it," Evren added. "We’ll invite every guild leader, merchant executive, and city official to contribute. If any clan refuses to support their own workers, they can explain why in front of the entire city."

"A charity gala hosted by Apex..." Mikay said, a grin spreading across his face as he typed notes rapidly. "That will force every clan in Veridia to either open their wallets or look like greedy tyrants on live television. It will completely cement our public standing. I’ll take the charter to City Hall tomorrow morning and coordinate the event with the Mayor’s office."

"Good," Evren nodded.

Before they could continue, the glass door of the terrace opened. Head Butler Arthur walked out, his expression unusually rigid.

"Excuse me, Chairman," Arthur said in a low, formal voice. "There is a visitor waiting at the estate gate. It is Mr. Garrett Sterling."

The relaxed mood on the terrace vanished instantly.

Amber’s back straightened. The warmth on her face disappeared, replaced by a cold stillness.

"Garrett?" Evren raised an eyebrow. "Did he bring guards?"

"No, Chairman," Arthur replied. "He arrived alone in a private car. He is carrying a wooden chest and claims he is here to deliver an important family heirloom to Miss Amber and offer a sincere apology."

Evren glanced at Amber. "Do you want to see him?"

Amber took a steady breath and looked at Evren. "Let him in. I want to see how low he will stoop."

"Send him up, Arthur," Evren said.

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