Blair Clarke didn’t wait for Jasmine Kirk to ask—she spoke immediately.Hearing this, Jasmine slowly turned around to face her.At that very moment—even Blair Clarke, who spent every day by Jasmine’s side—was momentarily stunned.Though she was so familiar with her, Jasmine still took her breath away.She was the very image of a mature goddess.Not delicate, but not cold. Seductive, but not vulgar. Gentle, but never weak. Proud, but never arrogant.Ever since she regained the use of her legs, this had been Jasmine Kirk’s true self.At first glance, she was like the big sister next door.At second glance—an aura of authority radiated from her.It was the kind of presence only someone long accustomed to power could possess.As Jasmine stepped closer, Blair felt that invisible pressure bearing down on her.“You found him? It’s really him?”Blair nodded solemnly. “It’s him, sis!”Jasmine fell silent, her expression becoming calm and unreadable.After a moment, she handed the watering can

Just as Hazel was feeling disappointed, the man in the black suit returned once again.Seeing him, Hazel immediately snapped, “Go back and tell your young master I’m not interested. Stop bothering us!”The man, however, wore a confident smile and said, “Miss, are you interested in checks? My young master said… if you’re willing to join him for a drink, you can write any amount you like on this.”As he spoke, he pulled out a blank check.Hazel’s expression changed instantly—furious.“How annoying can you be? Can’t you understand human language? Can’t your master? I don’t need money, and I don’t want to drink with him. Now get lost!”She was sitting across from a true powerhouse—Anthony.Finally, she had a rare chance to be alone with him. And now this guy just had to ruin it?She knew opportunities like these were once in a lifetime.The man’s face darkened slightly from her words, but he pressed on, “Miss, please reconsider. If you offend our young master, then—”“Give me the check,”

After leaving the restaurant, Anthony and Hazel headed straight to Scarlett Osborne’s villa.Inside the Osborne estate, Scarlett’s face lit up with a flicker of excitement the moment she laid eyes on Anthony again.This man was truly terrifying in his strength.Over the phone, her sister had told her that Anthony had not only wiped out the Wilson family, but had also slain one of Northern King's most trusted men. For someone so young to possess such power—it was simply unbelievable.Now, the two sisters stood respectfully before Anthony.Scarlett's thoughts wandered. Before Anthony and Hazel had arrived, she had deliberately taken a bath and carefully dressed up. She wore a traditional qipao that clung tightly to her slender curves. Her hair was pinned high in a graceful bun, her willow-leaf eyebrows arched delicately over a petite, beautiful face with a hint of pride in her smile. The form-fitting dress emphasized her tall, graceful figure, revealing two long, fair legs. Her eyes wer

They had been someone’s beloved children, and yet they were killed so casually—so cruelly—by this man.“No! Please! Stop shooting!”The old man’s face turned ashen.Watching his colleagues fall one by one before his eyes filled him with agony and sorrow.He knew just how valuable that formula was. If successfully developed, it could dominate the entire national market.And he understood one thing very clearly: no matter how many of them died, they were still not as important as that formula.The fact that Miss Scarlett Osborne had entrusted it to him meant she had placed extraordinary trust in him.He could not betray that trust.Clenching his teeth, the old man looked Otto in the eye and said, “Let me tell you something—only Miss Osborne and I know where the formula is. You can kill everyone here, but you’ll never get your hands on it without me.”Otto’s expression twisted. He clutched his head in frustration and shouted, “Fuck! You stubborn old bastard—what do you want, huh? Money?

Seeing Scarlett Osborne so composed and focused, the crowd gradually quieted down.The atmosphere grew still as all eyes turned toward the female reporter, watching closely for any changes.Most people remained skeptical. Half an hour? That wasn’t nearly enough time to see results—or so they believed.Time ticked away.And soon, thirty minutes had passed.Suddenly, the reporter gasped, “I feel something!”The crowd instantly turned toward her. The cameras whirred as journalists zoomed in to capture every detail.Then it happened.A faint black layer of impurities began to rise from the pores on her face.Scarlett Osborne let out a silent breath of relief. Her lips curved into a confident smile.“All right,” she said. “Please head backstage and take a shower.”“Yes, Miss Osborne!”The reporter clearly felt something stirring within her body. She quickly left the stage.Scarlett turned to the audience. “Just a moment longer, and you’ll witness a miracle.”Twenty minutes later, a tall, g