Sundays.. this was a special day that symbolized a number of things on a global scale. For Christians, this was a day reserved to attend Sunday service. For the Catholics, this was the appointed day they reverently observe the sacrament. However for the esteemed Scions of Upper Central, Sunday mornings was synonymous with sunny brunches where champagne infused OJs and Peachy Bellinis flowed like Noah's Flood, with Tables groaning underneath the crushing weight of a wide spread of scones, carb loads of brownies and towering stacks of golden-brown pancakes! And in the entire city, nobody organized a brunch party better than the Miller Clan!The Grand Regency Hotel.. This building that was synonymous with the city's opulent grandeur, was currently flooded with a throng of frenzied paparazzis and noisy news vans. Occasionally, a procession of sleek black limousine would pull over at the grand entrance of the Hotel's premises and alighting from these vehicles were men and women in el

"Tch. The only reason why you think this way is due to the fact that you lack talent in Cultivation." a scoff suddenly escaped Zach's lips. Harrumphing coldly, he continued with a jeering sneer. "Even if you try compensating for your lack of magic talent through indulging in commerce, the simple truth still remains the same — you'd still still remain beneath prodigies like myself." as if to add salt to injury, Zach reached towards the croissant Collins dropped, taking a huge bite. "Do we have a problem Zach? I thought I could ignore it but you're starting to act like a little b*tch." a displeased expression settled on Collins face as he shot Zach a sharp questioning glare."Hehehe. Didn't you hear? It's all over the Academy's Students Forum!" a sly giggle suddenly sounded as a melodious voice suddenly cut through the air. Collectively tilting their heads over, their gazes settled on the young beauty standing besides their table. Possessing a head full of silver hair styled in

Porter's brows knitted tightly in confusion mixed with vigilance. Seeing Chuck standing before him caused him to recall past memories. In the past, the both of them had actually been members of the same Sentry Guild. Protecting each other's backs, they were comrades who walked through seas of blood and mountains of Kaiju Beasts carcasses. - Last time I heard, he entered the service of the Kreese Family? So why is he protecting this journalist? Don't tell me this journalist was actually employed by the Kreese Family?!However, Porter's suspicions never dared wander to the possibility of Jedidiah being the grandson of Lady CeCe. It was both public and insider knowledge that after the abrupt disappearance of the Kreese Family First Miss, Lady CeCe was the only surviving member of the elite family. "Hmph. You sure have gone gutsy Porter, at least compared to the last time we met." Chuck harrumphed coldly, the anger in his tone clearly wasn't sounding forced. He had just gone off to ge

Blaire Archibald was going to be betrothed to Lady CeCe's grandson! Zach wasn't the only one present who had quickly arrived at this conclusion after placing the pieces together. This possibility further fueled a majority of their curiosity. "Matriarch CeCe, now I am really curious. Just who is this grandson of yours?" sporting striking blue eyes blazing with willy craftiness, the speaker was a Chubby man in his early thirties.Lucas Vanderwaal.. Hailing from the branch lineage of the Vanderwaal Family, he was also the Chief Financial Officer of Blue Rose Group, one of the World's top leading Contract Development And Manufacturing Organizations. In the Pharmaceutical Industry, Blue Rose Group held a lot of clout. One would think that since the concept of magic became a reality, the value of the Pharmaceutical Industry would gradually wane before disappearing completely — However it became the exact opposite!Since the age of Human Civilization, the Pharmaceutical Industry had neve

Noticing the puzzled expression on Spencer's face, Jedidiah exhaled helplessly as he went further to clarify. "Think about it.. even people who do circus shows for a living get paid for their performance. You want me to accept this challenge of yours? there has to be something in it for me.." midway speaking, Jedidiah's lips curved upward. "Hmph. What do you have in mind?" Spencer sneered inwardly. Do you think your pathetic attempt to scare me will do you any good?! "If you win, I'll do anything you tell me to do and I mean literally anything." "And.. And if you win?" for some strange reasons, Spencer felt a feeling of unease bubbling at the pit of his stomach. Strange.. when did Jedidiah become so confident? Was it perhaps possible that he was actually Lady Cece's grandson -- No! Definitely not. He's just a useless wastrel who doesn't amount to anything! There was no way Spencer could accept the possibility that Jedidiah might actually be Lady CeCe's grandson. If that was t