Knock, knock, knock! Salome stormed up the stairs, banging on Ethan Blackwood's door with each strike, shouting,"Ethan, you mute! You deaf? Are you ignoring us? Open up! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I won't call myself Salome! Open the door, mute! Open up..." She continued to pound on the door. However, inside, Ethan paid her no mind. He had locked the door and was busy preparing some herbs, grinding them down before mixing them with water to drink. This was the herbal remedy he needed for his spiritual training. After drinking it, the cup fell to the floor, and Ethan's complexion began to darken, as if he were being poisoned. He quickly sat down and began to practice the technique his master had taught him, repeating the movements over and over. His face grew increasingly darker. Gradually, a wisp of black smoke began to rise. Finally, with a loud "poof!" Ethan spat out a mouthful of black blood into the trash can he had prepared in front of him. Gasping for air, he

After some time, someone finally discovered Eden Jackson, his head covered in blood. "Young master, young master!" The exclamations startled those nearby, and they quickly rushed him to the hospital. On the way, Eden struggled to open his eyes, filled with hatred as he muttered, "Ethan Blackwood, I won't let you get away with this. Jasmine, you won't escape either." Meanwhile, Ethan had successfully rescued Jasmine. However, once they were outside, Jasmine suddenly said, "Um, Ethan, you can let go of my hand now." "Oh, right." As they walked down the street, Ethan finally released her hand. But in his mind, he thought, her hands are so delicate, so smooth, so soft-no wonder she's my wife. He then looked up at Jasmine. Their hands were now free. Jasmine was dressed in a sleek black business outfit that accentuated her stunning figure. As a gentle breeze blew, her hair danced lightly in the wind. Having had a bit to drink, her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her look incre

Outside the hospital room, Three minutes had already passed. A large crowd had gathered outside the door, including three elderly men who were well-respected masters in their field. They hadn't left yet and had rushed over upon hearing someone boast about saving Liam. "Save Liam? That kid has some nerve! Ha! I've been practicing medicine for over fifty years. Him? Ha! I've heard about him; he's just a young punk who dares to talk about medical skills," one of the masters Scoffed. "Exactly, Morgan. You might have been fooled. That kid is so young; how could he possibly have any real medical expertise? Besides, Liam's condition has deteriorated to this point there's no way to save him," another chimed in. "Right! Liam is in such poor health. What does that kid think he can do? He might have ulterior motives. Liam, you need to think this through," the third master added, their arrogance evident in their tone. These masters were renowned in the industry; how could a young novice pos

"Go on," Jasmine gestured. Ethan took the bank card and walked out. Outside, the two people were still yelling, especially the woman, who was spewing every nasty word she could think of. "You useless... my dear son!" Ava was about to unleash another insult, but when she caught sight of the bank card in Ethan's hand, her expression changed instantly. "My dear son, Mommy loves you so much!" Ava snatched the bank card from Ethan, kissed it, and then turned to him with a big smile. "Sweetheart, I didn't mean to lose you before. It was just that we were going through some tough times. But things are different now! Things are so much better. Come here, Mommy loves you."She stepped forward, trying to hug Ethan to show her affection. However, Ethan took a step back. "Oh, come on! Why are you stepping back? Why so cold with your mom? But that's okay, things will get better. You'll feel your mom and dad's love soon enough. By the way, we have things to do, so we'll be off now." Ava threw

"We've arrived." As soon as they got there, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, being in the car with Ethan had given her an odd, unsettling feeling. But once they stepped out, everything felt normal again. Because once she was out of the car, she was the president of Elite Group-Jasmine Thompson, President Beatrice. Her commanding presence returned. Ethan Blackwood followed behind her, carrying some items. In the past, he had a lackluster demeanor that made him seem weak, but now he exuded a different kind of confidence. Jasmine noticed the change! "Could it be that he feels more confident now that he can speak up?" she thought to herself. But there was no time to dwell on that; they had arrived at the cafe. Upon entering, they spotted a middle-aged man sitting at one of the tables. He was a rather overweight man dressed in luxurious clothing, complete with sunglasses, and flanked by two burly bodyguards-those types that looked intimidating just by standing there.