“Dr. Kyle?”Mr. Jones stared at the renowned physician, who was gripping the back of a chair with trembling hands.“What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost,” he asked, clearly bewildered.“That technique…”Dr. Kyle's voice shook. Whatever confidence he normally carried was gone. He reached for a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.“The Celestial Dew Method. I've only encountered it once before, in my master's most treasured medical book.”Mr. Jones frowned.“I don't understand. What's so remarkable about it?”“Remarkable?”Dr. Kyle gave a nervous laugh.“I spent twenty years studying that single page. Twenty years.”He shook his head slowly.“And that young man performed the technique as easily as breathing.”The color drained from Mr. Jones's face.He gripped the jade paperweight so tightly that his knuckles turned white.“You mean we just…”“We insulted a master physician,” Dr. Kyle finished.“The level of skill needed for that technique is beyond anything I'

“War Goddess Stephanie.”Regret was obvious in Dr. Kyle's voice over the phone.“I failed to get his contact information.”He paused before admitting the part that was hardest for him.“Perhaps I brought it upon myself. I dismissed his abilities at first, and I wasn't exactly polite about it.”“You doubted him?”Stephanie's voice carried both frustration and understanding.“Who wouldn't? A young man with no noble background…”Dr. Kyle let out a heavy sigh.“But his abilities are beyond anything I've witnessed in forty years of practice.”Stephanie tightened her grip around her phone.She couldn't believe someone could possess medical skills that surpassed Dr. Kyle's.“The Blackwood family can arrange a meeting with him.”Her tone became firm and decisive.“I'll deal with this personally.”---Marcus left Crystal Palace Restaurant feeling satisfied after his meal.The evening air was beginning to cool when his phone rang.It was Uncle Silas.“Young Marcus!”Silas's warm voice came throu

Sophia's heart skipped a beat as the pieces finally clicked together. Dr. Kyle's urgent phone call and his desperate attempt to get Marcus's contact had all been about Serenity's grandfather. Before Sophia could process everything, Serenity continued. “In return for this information,” Serenity leaned forward slightly, her voice carrying the weight of power. “I'll owe your family a favor. Any favor, even if it's not now but later, I will honor it.” Her red lips curved into a serious expression. “You understand what that could mean for the Blackwood family's future?” she asked. Upon hearing what Serenity had just said, Sophia's fingers trembled around her teacup. Without being told, she knew one word from the War Goddess could open doors her family had been knocking on for years. Business permits, government contracts, social connections. Everything would become possible. The temptation twisted in her stomach like a knife. But then she remembered how Marcus had specifically declin

“It has to be a coincidence,” Julius muttered, although doubt was already creeping into his voice.“No, no.”Victoria shook her head quickly.“There is no way. Erica Blackwood wouldn't have a meeting with that loser.”Even she didn't sound completely certain anymore.Grek's confident smile faded as he looked from one person to another.“What is going on? Why are you all suddenly acting like this guy might actually be important?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.“That poor fool,” Victoria blurted out, nervously twisting her Cartier bracelet.“He just left here saying he had a meeting with Erica at Crystal Bay, and now you're telling us you met Erica there.”Grek's expression changed.A muscle twitched in his jaw as he loosened his tie.“He said what?”“It's nothing.”Anita quickly interrupted after noticing the dangerous look in Grek's eyes.She forced out a laugh.“Think about it. He's already pretending to be someone he's not. He probably overheard someone mention that Erica would be at

“A kind young Mister gave it to me,” the boy answered, a spark of hope appearing in his eyes.“I'll buy it,” the man announced immediately, reaching for his wallet. “Tell me your price.”The boy quickly shook his head.“The Mister told me to give you this.”He pulled the folded note from his shoe-shine kit. The paper was slightly wrinkled from the way he had carefully held onto it.The man accepted it and unfolded it.As his eyes moved across the instructions, his expression gradually changed.Purchase a three-bedroom apartment in the Golden Bay residence complex for the children and have it completely furnished.Create a trust fund worth ten million dollars to cover their living expenses.Establish a separate five-million-dollar education fund for both children, covering their education through university.Provide a full-time caretaker until the boy reaches eighteen.“These are rather substantial demands,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over the ancient symbols on the jade card.