He then slowly pushed the old ten-dollar bill back into his pocket, making sure it was properly inside before beginning the process he had learned from the white monks. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the bill inside his pocket. He remembered the instructions the white monks had given him and carefully followed each step, directing his attention toward the money. For a brief moment, nothing appeared to happen. The surroundings remained quiet, and Tyler stood still with one hand inside his pocket, waiting patiently for a sign that the process was working.He frowned slightly when several seconds passed without any noticeable change. However, he refused to become impatient. He remembered how the white monks had explained that extraordinary abilities required concentration and control. If he allowed doubt to distract him, he might fail to complete the process properly."Come on, let's see if what the monks taught me really works," he murmured to himself, his eyes narrowing

The moment Tyler and Eva approached the dining table, Mr. Prescott, Mrs. Prescott, Isabella, and Martin turned their attention toward them. Their eyes lingered on Tyler’s worn-out clothes, and the contrast between his appearance and Martin’s clean outfit was difficult to miss. He was dressed in an expensive suit, with a luxurious wristwatch around his wrist, while Tyler wore the same tattered clothes he had worn the previous day. However, Tyler remained completely unconcerned about their reactions as he helped Eva settle into her place beside him.“Are you comfortable, Eva?” Tyler asked gently, adjusting her wheelchair so that she could sit properly beside the dining table.“Yes, I’m comfortable. Thank you,” Eva replied, offering him a small smile as she positioned her hands on the armrests of her wheelchair.Tyler nodded and took his seat beside her. He barely glanced at the other people around the table, showing no sign that their judgmental expressions bothered him. Meanwhile,