All Chapters of Ascension Of The Almighty General: Chapter 161
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Chapter 161
The Hall was lit up in dazzling gold and silver, the chandeliers casting warm light across the ballroom. Music floated through the air, violins blending seamlessly with the deep thrum of the cello. It was a night Laura had dreamt about for weeks, maybe even months. The grand celebration of her and Gale’s wedding anniversary had to be, in her mind, the social event of the year.As guests streamed in—men in sharp tuxedos and women in gowns—Laura stood proudly at Gale’s side, her jeweled necklace glinting with every turn of her head. They were all here: business magnates, politicians, aristocrats, and a smattering of celebrities. It was everything she had envisioned, and more.The master of ceremonies soon announced that the couple of the night should take the floor for their first dance. A hush fell over the room as Gale and Laura stepped forward, his arm slipping around her waist. They moved across the floor in practiced elegance. Laura’s smile didn’t falter for a second as they spun g
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The music that had been blaring only moments ago drifted into silence, leaving behind the faint shuffle of feet and the soft clink of glasses. A hush fell over the hall. All eyes were on Mr. Lancaster, the influential businessman who had just spoken. “I am a very busy man,” Mr. Lancaster repeated slowly, his tone firm. “My schedule does not allow me to waste hours watching the same thing over and over again. I had thought tonight’s celebration would hold more substance. But if this—” he gestured with a dismissive wave at the dance floor where Gale and Laura had recently performed “—is all that’s on offer, then I’m afraid my time is better spent elsewhere.”A ripple went through the guests. Some exchanged looks, others murmured under their breath. The sound of discontent spread like wildfire.Laura’s smile faltered instantly. She forced a little laugh, the kind of laugh that came out high-pitched and brittle. “Mr. Lancaster, surely you jest. This is a celebration, after all. A weddi
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Benjamin’s car purred to a stop in front of the sprawling family estate. His father had summoned him today. That alone was unusual. More often than not, he was either ignored in favor of Marcus, or called only when something messy needed to be cleaned up discreetly. But lately… lately things had been different. Marcus had been fumbling, their father’s patience had been thinning, and Benjamin’s presence had been requested more than once. Each time, he could see the irritation building in Marcus’s eyes, and Benjamin relished it quietly.As he neared the doors, a smirk tugged at his lips. This must be about Marcus’s latest failure. The old man has finally begun to see what I’ve known all along—Marcus is incompetent, reckless, and unworthy of carrying the family name forward.He pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway. He moved down the hall toward his father’s study, already imagining the coming exchange.But just as he turned the corner, he nearly collided with Marcus.Marcu
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The heavy double doors of the study creaked open, and both brothers stepped Their father sat behind the desk, his face was carved in stone, his jaw clenched, and in front of him lay a half-empty glass of dark liquid.The moment Marcus stepped in, their father’s fist slammed against the table, rattling the decanter and glasses.“How could you be so careless!” his voice thundered, echoing off the walls. His eyes burned into Marcus like fire. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you have any idea the mess you’ve created?”Marcus froze, his throat dry. “Father, I—”“Do not speak unless I’ve finished!” the patriarch roared. He stood abruptly, grabbing the glass from his desk and hurling it against the far wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards, falling like rain against the floor.Benjamin did not flinch. He stood silently a step behind Marcus, hands folded neatly behind his back, his expression calm and composed. Inside, however, he was quietly savoring every moment.The pa
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BENJAMIN'S HOUSE The morning light crept slowly into Benjamin’s room. He stirred, his eyes opening lazily as if savoring the victory that still lingered from the previous day. For a few moments, he lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling, and a slow smirk curled onto his lips.Marcus’s face flashed in his mind—the stunned confusion when Father had turned on him, the shame as the glass shattered against the wall, the way Father’s voice thundered as he stripped him of responsibility and handed it over instead to him. That look of humiliation… Benjamin could drink it like fine wine.“Finally,” he whispered into the empty room, his voice hoarse with sleep but filled with satisfaction. “Finally, things are starting to turn.”He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment, elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together slowly. He could still hear Father’s words echoing—Benjamin should be the one to handle things for now. Those words replayed like music in his hea
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JULIAN'S HOUSE Papers were scattered everywhere — blueprints, business reports, and rough sketches filled with red-inked corrections.Julian Johnson sat hunched over the table, his brows knitted together in deep concentration. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a pen was tucked behind his ear. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, pausing every few seconds to jot something down on the papers beside him.He barely noticed the time slipping away. For Julian, when he was in the middle of a project, the world outside ceased to exist.That was, until the sharp knock, knock at the door broke his focus.Julian looked up, irritation flashing briefly in his eyes. “Come in,” he called, not bothering to move from his seat.The door opened, followed by the sound of footsteps. A familiar voice followed, smooth and faintly amused.“There you are,” Jonathan Williams said, stepping into view. “I should’ve known you’d be buried in work again.”Julian leaned back in his chair, rubbing
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Jonathan sat back on the couch, his leg crossed casually over the other and his eyes gleaming faintly.Julian leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, waiting.He had been patient long enough, waiting for Jonathan to reveal the plan but he just continued staring at him.“Well,” Julian finally said, his voice breaking the silence, “you’ve managed to make me more curious. What exactly is the plan?”Jonathan smiled slightly, that kind of smile that didn’t give anything away. “It’s simple,” he began, his tone smooth and measured. “We’re done waiting for Scott Grayson to realize his mistake. If we want to destroy him, we have to create the conditions ourselves. That’s what Benjamin said. And for once—” he gave a small shrug, “—I agree with him.”Julian tilted his head, “Go on.”Jonathan laced his fingers together. “The idea is infiltration. Not direct attacks, not public humiliation — we’ve seen how he survives that. He’s smart enough to predict power plays now. So we need someone insi
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The door creaked softly before either man could say another word. The faint sound made both Jonathan and Julian turn at once.“Hello, brother,” Freya said lightly, in a smooth voice. Jonathan’s expression softened immediately. “Freya,” he said, leaning back in his chair as if her arrival had been planned all along. “Right on time, as usual.”Julian, on the other hand, went rigid the instant his eyes met hers. His jaw flexed, and his shoulders tensed, though for a fleeting moment, something softer — something almost vulnerable — flickered in his gaze.Freya’s lips curved faintly as she crossed the room, swaying her hips. She stopped in front of Julian and leaned in to place a quick, graceful kiss on his cheek.“Good morning,” she said smoothly, her eyes meeting his.Julian’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Morning,” he muttered, his tone clipped.Freya straightened, turning toward both men. The air was thick with tension. Her faint smile faded slowly.“What’s going on?” she asked in a
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Jonathan was the first to break the silence in the room. “Now that we’ve finally gotten past the emotional part,” he said, tone clipped and dry, “we can actually talk about how to bring Scott Grayson down.”Julian’s jaw tightened slightly, but he said nothing. Freya shifted her gaze between them. “Then let’s start,” she said smoothly. “Tell me the plan — the actual details. I need to know exactly how you expect me to get close to him.”Jonathan nodded slightly, as though pleased she had asked that question. “According to what was discussed in the meeting,” he began, “we can’t afford to make reckless moves. Scott is not naive — he’s learned to protect his assets and guard his circle. We need to get to him through someone he trusts… and no one fits that access better than someone who works closely with him.”“And not just any position either. We’re talking about direct access — someone who would be with him regularly. Privileged. Unquestioned.”“A position that guarantees constant prox
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The air smelled faintly of perfume and freshly brewed coffee, soft jazz playing in the background as Freya stood before the mirror.Her reflection stared back — poised, confident, flawless. Her lips curved slowly, almost predatorily, as she applied a deep shade of red lipstick. The color contrasted beautifully against her fair skin, bold and impossible to ignore.She tilted her head slightly, watching herself with satisfaction. “Scott Grayson,” she murmured under her breath, the corners of her mouth lifting into a teasing smirk. “You have no idea what’s coming for you.”Her tone was playful, almost sing-song, but her eyes gleamed with something else. She adjusted the strap of her black silk dress shirt, the fabric hugging her form perfectly, paired with a pencil skirt that screamed elegance. “Men like him,” she continued, speaking softly to her reflection, “always think they’re too smart to fall. Too strong to get caught up in something they can’t control.” She smiled wider, brushing