Asher could only grit his teeth in fury, The man was dressed in a black tracksuit and looked so calm that he couldn’t help but laugh at seeing Asher in the driver’s seat.“You punk! I thought you were some rich dude?” Zion barked, “You disrupted my friend’s gathering, where you claimed to be rich, and look at you, just an ordinary driver.” Asher scoffed, “I am not interested in whatever you have to say.” “Shut your mouth! You should be ashamed of yourself. I wish Elvis is here to witness this.”Hearing Elvis’ name, Asher could recognise the figure before him. He was Chris’s friend. “What is he going to do if he is here! Do you want to join him wherever he is?” Zion sneered, “Do you think you can make that happen? You might have deceived us at Chris’s restaurant, but you can’t do that now because I just caught you red-handed as an ordinary driver.”“I am the owner of this car, not the driver.”“I don’t believe it, you are just a poor man who can’t afford a hot dog. Just tell me th

Michael had turned to Zion the moment he got up, his voice trembling with fury, “Who the hell do you think you are to talk to Mr. Mancini in that manner? Do you know who he is?" Zion naturally knew who Michael was and not Asher. “Mr. Stockport, I don't think you know him better." “I might not know him like you, but he had something important in my life. Do you know what it is to see my son in good condition? Do you know how many years and how many hospitals I had taken my son to, and got no solution, but just a few minutes with him, my son was healed.”Everyone looked stunned this time. How did Asher heal his son? This was the thought playing in their heads.As Zion thought about it, he hurriedly tried to speak, “Mr Stockport, this must be some misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to belittle him. Besides, Mr Mancini and I are friends, we met at a friend's event. Therefore, it's natural for us to make fun of each other.”Zion knew he had stepped on the wrong foot, something was differe

Luis glared at Asher, in his view, Asher was just a worthless loser who had just been lucky because he had some great pill and healing ability, and he believed no matter what he presented, it couldn't possibly be compared with the other gifts presented by the other family.Whispers and murmurings erupted as they kept curious gazes to deduce what was about to unfold; many could be seen making mock laughter.Asher placed the box on the table and opened it slowly. Inside lay a pendant necklace, its centrepiece a deep, blood-red stone set in an antique gold frame.“This is a bloodstone. It has been worn as protection for centuries against misfortune, against envy, against betrayal. I purchased it not as an ornament but as a safeguard,”Some guests chuckled softly. Compared to a simple necklace, it seemed almost insulting. A murmur of scepticism spread.What they didn't know was that even if Asher had wanted to gift a painting, a house, a yacht and even something bigger he could possibly d

But Asher's rule is simple, he doesn't want to sell to anyone, not even Sasha who had made him an offer earlier.“Master Mancini, what are you going to do? These people don't look like they will be leaving without the pill.”Asher thought about it. Vandy was right; they were desperate for the pill, and if anyone should find out he made the pill himself, he wouldn't be able to have peace.“What if I lie to them?” Asher thought.At that moment, Asher lifted his hand, and the room fell silent instantly. The murmurs died down, and all eyes turned toward him. He took a slow, deep breath, his expression serious, as though the weight of what he was about to say pressed heavily on his chest.“I know everyone here is eager to have a taste of the pill,” Asher began, his voice calm. “You've heard someone's testimony, and I understand how much it means to you. But the truth is… I didn’t create the pill myself. It was left to me by my grandfather before he passed away. It was his final gift, my i

When Sasha returned home from the banquet, her face was clouded with gloom. She had barely spoken a word during the entire drive, her silence heavy enough to fill the car.Ronald noticed immediately. He reached for her hand as soon as they stepped inside.“Darling,” he said gently, “I told you not to let this upset you. Don’t frown, we’ll find another way.” He hesitated momentarily, then added with quiet determination, “I was thinking, maybe we should hold off on launching the new project just yet. The Golden Group Auction is coming up in two days, and I have a tip that they will be selling either Moonveil Nymphaea, the sister flower of the legendary Celestial Nymphaea, or even Starfall Root. If we can get one of them, we'll create something groundbreaking.”The Moonveil Nymphaea was a rare treasure, a flower that only bloomed under the eerie light of a blood moon. Though weaker than the Celestial Nymphaea of myth, it still contained power enough to awaken spiritual sight, guide dream