The receptionist quickly composed herself. She straightened her uniform, fixed her hair, and even pulled out a small mirror to inspect her face. After wiping her lips and adjusting her collar, she made sure every detail was in place.Marcus noticed the sudden change but said nothing.A moment later, the hotel entrance burst open.Two heavily built men dressed in black suits and dark sunglasses marched into the lobby. Their intimidating presence forced everyone nearby to move aside.A security officer stationed at the entrance wasn't fast enough.One of the bodyguards shoved him hard.The officer lost his balance and crashed onto the marble floor.Before he could even get back up, another figure entered the lobby.Steven Raymond.He walked in with the confidence of a man accustomed to having everyone obey him. His expensive suit, cold expression, and arrogant posture immediately drew attention.His gaze landed on the security officer struggling on the floor.Without warning, Raymond ste

Marcus stepped into the VVIP suite, the heavy door clicking shut behind him with a finality that seemed to seal out the chaos of the world below. He stopped for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the opulence of his surroundings. This was no mere hotel room; it was a sanctuary designed for someone who held the world in their palm. The ceiling soared high, adorned with crystal fixtures that cast a soft, ambient glow across the polished marble flooring. Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, turning the urban sprawl into a silent, glittering map of lights. In the center of the room, a sprawling bed beckoned with linens so white and crisp they looked untouched by time. A private lounge area, a fully stocked bar, and a bathroom that resembled a luxury spa awaited him, yet Marcus was too far gone to appreciate the grandeur. In the corner, an entire wardrobe had been curated, featuring rows of high-end shirts, perfectly pressed trousers, and handcrafted shoes. It was

Collins finally lost his patience.“This is not why I'm here!” His voice carried across the dining hall. “Our grandfather is dying. I don't care who this man is or why you're calling him Master. That doesn't matter right now.”He reached into his jacket and brought out an ornate jade card, gripping it tightly.“Do you know what this has cost us?”He held the card up.“Grandfather sent me across the country yesterday just to find this thing. We spent a fortune and used countless resources trying to track it down.”His frustration was obvious.“After all that, we were told the legendary healer we're looking for stayed at this hotel yesterday.”He turned toward the receptionist.“And now you're telling us nobody like that is here?”The receptionist swallowed.“Sir, I...”“What kind of nonsense is this?”Collins threw the jade card onto the marble floor.Clang!The card spun across the polished surface.Marcus's eyes followed it.The moment he saw the markings engraved on the jade, somethi

The room fell silent.Dr. Kyle stood beside the bed, his expression serious as he prepared the instruments for the Ancient Arts technique he had mentioned.Erica stared at her grandfather.His breathing was shallow and uneven. The copper-colored phlegm around his mouth was impossible to miss.Everything Marcus had predicted had happened.Every symptom.Every detail.Even the timing.Erica tightened her fingers around the small business card.“There has to be another way,” she murmured.Collins immediately turned toward her.“No.”Erica looked at him in confusion.“What?”“I said no,” Collins repeated firmly. “I don't trust that man.”“Collins...”“He was talking nonsense at the hotel,” Collins cut in. “He looked like some random man wearing cheap clothes, and now he's claiming he can diagnose Grandpa better than the doctors we've spent millions on?”He pointed toward Dr. Kyle.“Dr. Kyle is one of the most respected physicians in the country. If even he says Grandpa has reached this sta

At that moment, Anita's lips curled into a mocking smile.“Oh, this is rich.”She tapped her perfectly manicured fingers against the doorframe.“How much did it cost to rent the car and hire this assistant?”Marcus didn't answer.He stood from his seat and adjusted his simple robes.“Uncle Silas, thank you for your hospitality.”“But Marcus, we haven't even had tea yet,” Silas protested.Marcus gave him a faint smile.“Some matters can't wait.”He bowed respectfully.“I'll visit again when I have the time.”Anita's laughter followed him as he walked down the path.“Did you honestly think we'd fall for something so obvious?”Marcus kept walking without looking back.“An assistant arriving in a Phantom Spirit Ultra?”He simply gave the driver a nod before getting into the vehicle.The door shut.The Phantom Spirit Ultra came to life with a low purr and slowly disappeared down the driveway.Anita and her mother remained at the entrance.“Can you believe how shameless he is?” Anita scoffed