What Leonard could not stand was that the very superiors he served had stolen the powers he had worked hard to cultivate. The thought made his breathing quicken as his body trembled with fury. "So, if I come across the person who stole some of my powers, can I detect the presence of said powers in their body?" Lips curving, Lorenzo nodded and said, "Of course. It originally belonged to you, so it's only fair that you can sense its presence. On top of that, I can tell you very responsibly that once you achieve a certain level of strength, you can master total control over your enlightened martial arts skills. That'll allow you to radiate it beyond your body and do many more things. The cultivated energy, also known as aura, that got stolen from you can do the same. After all, those and your current auras share the same properties—they're the type of power one releases from their body. Thus, with proper cultivation and training, you can contro

"Grandpa's number! That's never happened before!" Lorenzo thought, blood rushing all over his body with panic. He was so anxious that his phone kept slipping out of his hands, so he gave in; Lorenzo placed his phone on the nightstand and accepted the call. Adrain spoke on the other end of the line with an unprecedentedly austere tone. "Is there anything you wish to inform me about regarding our family company's shares?" Lorenzo's eyes and mouth rounded in shock, and he failed to utter a word. Silence then ensued forever between him and his grandfather. It was as though all courage had vaporized from Lorenzo's body; he dared not lift his head, so he allowed it to lower while his gaze settled on the ground. Even his voice took on a tinge of bitter regret. "I know this is all my fault, Grandpa. All I can hope for is that things don't affect the Byers family's reputation because if it does, I've made a grave,

Edmund feared Lorenzo would blame him for refusing to prepare the party favors. He parted his lips, wanting to explain his reluctance but was uncertain if clarifying would do any good at this point. That was when Lorenzo sensed Edmund's anxiety. He looked at the latter, sighing before explaining, "There's no need to frown at me like that. I understand why you're saying this. Although I don't know what your oath is about-" He abruptly stood, walked over to the door, then conveniently grabbed and put on the coat that hung on the wall nearby before heading out. Time was running out when Lorenzo thought of the party favors, so he did not bother changing into another outfit. On the other hand, Edmund was in awe of how quickly Lorenzo moved. Gulping, he calmed his emotions and strode behind the latter. He thought he could catch up to Lorenzo, so he dashed forward with all his might. In the eyes of regular people, he and Lorenzo were nothing more than flickering shadows. However, as Edmu

He trained his gaze on the other salesperson, who had earlier expressed the intention to attend to him. He casually waved a hand at her and said, "I intend to purchase a batch of custom-made products. Will there be any issue with that?" The salesperson smiled professionally when Lorenzo's gaze landed on her. She didn't even flinch at his question and said, "That would be absolutely fine, sir. As long as you can pay the required amount, we'll be able to have everything ready for you by tonight." Lorenzo smiled. "Good. Tonight's exactly when I need them. I need to have eighty custom-made sets ready by 7:00 p.m. tonight." The new salesperson's jaw dropped when she realized that Lorenzo wanted eighty sets, not eighty pieces. In fact, he hadn't even asked about the price. Her breathing sped up, and she looked at the previous salesperson worriedly. After all, she was the one who was supposed to close this deal. If not for her poor attitude, she'd be the one earning the commission. So, i

"What's it doing in your hands?" Ashley glared daggers at him. Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. Ashley's reaction surprised him because even in Ashweir City, not many people knew about this card—those who did were all influential and wealthy. Now, however, not only did Ashley know about it, but she also had an interesting look in her eyes. Sure enough, she hurried toward him, showing off her long, straight legs with every step she took. Lorenzo stared at them, and she looked pleased. Her good mood didn't last for long—Lorenzo said, "I don't think it's a good thing for you to walk like that. Your legs aren't as nice as you think, and when you keep straightening them like that, they resemble two huge radishes. Can you imagine how scary it'd be to see two radishes walking toward you?" He spread his hands, looking at her helplessly. Ashley's eyes widened at him and started to tear up. She'd never wanted to cry this badly because no one had ever said such hurtful things to her before. His wor