“T-Then… about those insects,” Charlotte asked hesitantly. Though she had ridiculed Alistair earlier, she now had to swallow her pride and force herself to sound polite, “Why were there such things inside my daughter’s body, Mr Reid? ““Those weren’t insects,” Alistair explained calmly. “They were manifestations born from a curse.”As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward Elizabeth. “Miss Elizabeth, have you been out recently? Or come into contact with anything unusual?”Elizabeth thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes... I guess so. A month ago, I attended a banquet with a friend. Someone, I can’t remember who, gave each of us a strange-looking bell as a gift. But later, mine went missing, no matter how hard I searched for it.”“If my guess is correct,” Alistair said, his tone firm and chilling, “that bell was most likely the medium used to cast the curse poison.”“The... medium of a curse poison?” Caleb frowned.The others exchanged uncertain looks.Even after seeing it with their

The relics set consisted of three components: a small bronze tablet about two fingers wide, an alchemical crucible roughly the same size as the tablet, and a circular disc positioned beneath the tablet and crucible.To the ordinary eye, the set was nothing more than display pieces—beautiful antiques with no practical use.But from the very first glance, Alistair sensed the extraordinary energy hidden within.In the supernatural world, martial arts were divided into several categories.There were human martial arts, demonic martial arts, and finally, heavenly martial arts.Of the three, the heavenly martial arts were considered the most powerful and were subsequently, the rarest to find.And from that brief moment of contact earlier, though not a hundred percent certain, Alistair could tell that the bronze tablet possessed the ability to analyze and deduce martial techniques—and very likely, it could even break down and extrapolate heavenly martial arts themselves.If the tablet alone

The Manchester Hotel was located in the heart of Haven.It was a seven-star hotel, possessing features that could only be accessed by the rich and wealthy.Even middle-class men would need to spend their entire life savings to afford the cheapest room in the hotel.Upon their arrival, Donald intended to escort Alistair into the hotel to ensure he got the penthouse.But Alistair declined the offer.Waving his hands, he got out of the car and made his way into the hotel building.Unwilling to give up just yet, Donald quickly made a call to the manager in charge of the Manchester Hotel.“Hello, sir.”“There's going to be a customer coming in soon, his name is Alistair Reid. Prepare the penthouse suite for him and ensure he receives the best services in Manchester. Also, don't you dare make the mistake of charging him, understood?”“Of course, sir.” The manager quickly replied, noting the urgency in Donald's voice.By the time Alistair got to the front desk, the receptionist seemed to alr

Sara stared at the closed elevator doors, baffled at Alistair’s unreasonableness.Sure, she had spent a few nights out.Sure, she had gone on a few private picnics, camping trips, concerts and seaside outings with Tristan.But so what? Did Alistair really need to become so obsessive and small-minded?“I can't believe this,” she muttered, her expression darkening. “How can he be so spiteful?”“You shouldn't blame him,” Tristan remarked as he struggled to his feet. “He probably meant well, but the way he went about it was too reckless and self-righteous.”He let out a heavy sigh. “I just worry that if he keeps interfering, he might offend the Boltons and let all our hard work go to waste.”Though he tried to sound gentle, his words implied what Sara feared.That Alistair might offend someone from the Bolton family and ruin everything she'd worked hard for with his good intentions. Sara's eyes narrowed, the mere thought of Alistair ruining her chance with the Bolton family infuriating

Sara seemed hesitant as she kept silent, carefully listening to what Tristan had to say. “Come on, Sara,” Tristan remarked. “There's no need to overthink this. As long as you secure the contract to cooperate with the Boltons, Alistair would naturally benefit as your husband as well. So I don't really see any harm in letting someone else temporarily replace him as the developer.”Then, he added, “I mean, it's much better than not displaying anything at the conference tomorrow, don't you think?” As she massaged her temple, Sara saw reason with Tristan's words. Ultimately, it wasn't like she was stealing from Alistair.She was his wife and what was his was hers.Thinking this way, her eyes immediately lit up.“I think you're right.” She excitedly remarked.Why hadn't she thought of it this way earlier?In the first place, it was just a formula Alistair casually wrote down.Letting someone else take his place shouldn't matter!But who could she possibly pick to replace Alistair?Glanci