Instead of panicking, a faint, confident smile touched the corners of Adam’s lips.He adjusted his cuffs, entirely unfazed by the threat."You can threaten me all you want, Malik," Adam replied smoothly, his voice dropping into a calm, steady rhythm. "But you won't need to, because Seraphina is going to survive. Master Reid is coming.""Master Reid?!" Malik scoffed bitterly, throwing his hands up in utter disbelief. "Who the hell is Master Reid? Is he a doctor? Does he have a medical degree?!""He has something far better," Adam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.Malik’s chest heaved with overwhelming anxiety and fury.He couldn't trust this madness any longer.He turned sharply toward the double doors of the ICU and shouted over his shoulder to the bewildered medical staff, "Get back in there! Right now! Resume life support before—"Ding.The elevator at the end of the hall chimed quietly.Malik stopped mid-sentence as the doors slid open, revealing Alistair Reid walking do

Adam accepted the card, blinking in confusion as he held it between his fingers. "Master Reid... what is this?""That card contains one billion dollars," Alistair said smoothly. "Use it to recoup your financial losses and organize a new performance at the Opera House as soon as possible. I look forward to seeing Miss Sinclair take the stage once more."Adam’s hands trembled slightly as he stared at the card. "A... a billion dollars?""Miss Sinclair is an incredible singer," Alistair continued, his golden eyes reflecting a subtle, deep appreciation. "In truth, with the right resources and guidance, her voice could transcend mere entertainment. In the cultivation world, a vocal talent of her caliber could assist grandmasters seeking breakthroughs and cleanse the spiritual pollution of those burdened by heart demons. Such a gift must not be silenced."Adam gasped, utterly awestruck not only by the staggering sum placed in his hands without a second thought, but by Alistair's profound eva

Alistair parked the car near the valet entrance. "Remain calm," he said softly, looking over at Sara. "Keep your chin up and walk beside me."Sara swallowed hard and nodded, drawing strength from the absolute, unshakeable tranquility in his golden eyes.Together, they stepped through the heavy golden doors into the bustling casino floor. The air was thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the hypnotic chime of slot machines.Wealthy patrons and high rollers crowded the green-felt tables, oblivious to the dark underbelly operating just beneath their feet.Before they could advance three paces into the hall, a floor manager in a tailored suit glided over, blocking their path with an artificial, practiced smile."Good morning, sir, ma'am," the worker said, eyeing Alistair's sharp attire and Sara's lingering distress. "Welcome to the Grand Lotus. Which game do you wish to play today? Baccarat? Roulette? Or perhaps a private VIP table?""We are not here to play games," Alistair re

"Fresh deck," Vito barked, lighting a fresh cigar and exhaling a thick cloud of blue smoke across the felt. "Standard Texas Hold 'em. Three hands. Most hands won take the pot. Simple rules for a simple seventy-million-dollar pay day."The dealer unsealed a fresh deck with practiced, mesmerizing dexterity, shuffling the cards with a rifle-like crack that echoed off the mahogany walls.Sara held her breath, her eyes locked on the dealer’s hands.She could practically smell the setup—a veteran underground dealer in Don Vito's personal den wasn't just shuffling; he was organizing the high-value cards with sleight-of-hand precision.Alistair sat down opposite the crime lord, smoothing the front of his tailored suit jacket. He placed the sleek black card in the dead center of the table. "Deal."The dealer began flicking cards across the felt.Alistair didn't even pick up his hole cards.He simply rested his hands lightly on the edge of the table, his subtle spiritual perception effortlessly

The incoming barrage of bullets suddenly ricocheted off the invisible forcefield like hail off reinforced steel, failing to penetrate the cabin further.With a heavy stomp on the accelerator, the sedan surged forward, gaining a crucial two hundred meters of distance down a secluded industrial alleyway.Alistair brought the vehicle to a smooth stop behind a row of towering cargo containers, stepping out and opening the passenger door."Get out," Alistair instructed calmly, looking down at Sara and the hyperventilating Patrick."What?!" Patrick gasped from the floorboards, his face pale as death. "Are you crazy? They have machine guns! We need to keep driving!""They are tracking this vehicle, not you," Alistair replied evenly, his golden eyes completely unfazed. "Take your sister and run through the alley toward the main transit station. You will be safe among the crowds.""Alistair, no!" Sara cried out, reaching for his arm with trembling hands. "You can't stay behind alone! They're c