Richard, with the aid of some of the best doctors in the country, was trying their best to keep the bodyguard alive, but time was running out. At the current rate, the bodyguard would be dead in three days. Considering the information he had, Alistair couldn't possibly allow that to happen. After some thought, he concluded that, for now, the bodyguard could only be kept alive in a special nutrient solution. It would help rejuvenate his cells, drastically improving his life force. However, this would only be a temporary solution and more importantly, the bodyguard would still be unconscious. He needed a permanent solution to not just heal the bodyguard but to resuscitate him. Alistair could think of only one solution that would be able to do this, but unfortunately, it wasn't an easy solution to concoct. It was known as the legendary Sacred Life-and-Death Pill, which needed nine heavenly-grade herbs to be made. There were only three people in the world who could

“Mom, I say we teach him a lesson!” Mira chipped in from the side, ever the instigator.She wanted nothing more than to watch Alistair be humiliated. “Dad, I know you're angry, but we have to do something about Connor Group. If nothing is done, we might end up bankrupt before the week is up!” Sara said in a panic. Gerard furrowed his brows, well aware of the situation on the ground. It was the reason he'd rushed back from his vacation. The Connor Group was bleeding and they needed to fix it somehow before it dried up.“I hate to admit it but we might need Alistair to resolve this matter,” Gerard remarked after a few minutes of worrying silence.“What?” Sara gawked at her father.“You need to bring Alistair back.” Gerard reiterated.“Gerard, are you even hearing yourself? What are you saying? Do we need Alistair? That bastard humiliated us yet you want to bring him back into this house.” Jocelyn could hardly believe her ears. “If we can get Alistair to return, then he can easily c

“Yes, I am Sara Connor. Who is this?” Sara remarked. “Sorry, ma'am, I'm Doctor Joseph, and I'm calling to inform you that Mister Tristan Cole has been admitted to Good Samaritan Clinic.”“What?” Sara panicked. “How? Why? When?”“It seems he was attacked, and a good Samaritan brought him over to us to be saved.”“Oh my goodness.” Sara gasped, unable to believe her ears. “Your number was listed as an emergency contact on his cellphone so I decided to give you a call. Please come over to the clinic as soon as possible.” “Yes, I understand. I'm on my way.” Sara said.Once the call ended, Sara immediately picked up her bag and was about to rush out when Jocelyn called out to her.“Sara, what's going on?”“It's Tristan, mom, he is at the hospital. Some thugs tried to kill him!”“What!” Everyone exclaimed in shock. “I need to go now,” Sara said.“Wait, let's come with you,” Jocelyn said.Then, together, the entire Connor family rushed to the parking lot and immediately drove to Good Sama

“Mister Alistair Reid should be in the restaurant,” Hilda said. “Alright then.”With that, Isabella took her leave, making her way towards the restaurant, finally allowing Hilda to heave a sigh of relief. One wrong move and she would have been done for. Now she could only hope that this matter would reach a peaceful resolution.Just as Isabella was about to enter the restaurant, her butler, Wilfred, spoke up.“Young Miss, how about you leave the negotiations to me? You just touched down in the city and haven't had the time to rest.”“Will you be able to handle this?” Isabella asked.“Of course, just leave it to me. You can go and rest in the car while I take care of this. Once it's over, I'll inform you.”Albeit reluctant, Isabella was indeed quite exhausted so she nodded in agreement. “Alright then.” Meanwhile, Alistair had no idea of the approaching trouble as he sat in his chair, indulging in some breakfast. He was considering stepping out later to make a trip to the Beggars S

Trays of macarons and tarts rained down on the butler's expensive suit as he crashed into a food cart."That was for ruining my breakfast," Alistair remarked.Wilfred looked up, blood trickling from his lip, his cheek already swelling. Alistair leaned over the trembling butler, his eyes boring into Wilfred’s soul."Go back to your mistress. Tell her that if she wants the suite, she should come and ask for it herself—with the proper etiquette. If she sends another 'servant' to disturb my peace, the next thing I break won't be your pride."Alistair turned back to his table, picked up a single piece of toast, and took a calm bite."Now, get out."Wilfred scrambled to his feet, ignoring the stares and the muffled snickers from the other diners.He didn't even look back at the downed bodyguards as he fled the restaurant, his mind racing with how he was going to explain himself to his mistress. Alistair sat back down, his expression returning to its usual stoic mask as he continued with h