2024-09-05 16:10:16"What condition?"
"You have to agree to marry me. It's been six months already Racheal, you keep procrastinating our marriage. Don't you love me anymore?" Drake proposed. Racheal shook her head, if only Drake knew she was just manipulating him to get what she wanted, he's nothing but a stepping stone and nothing more. She never had feeling for Drake, he's always seen with multiple women, changing women like clothes, he's definitely not the kind of man she wanted for herself. If Drake wasn't from a wealthy family, no one would look at him twice. "Drake, of course I love you. But I'm not just ready for marriage now." Racheal decided to play her manipulative scheme. Drake wrapped his hands around her waist. "Come on babe, I've already helped you kick that asshole Adam out of your life. No more excuses." Drake smirked. Drake's gesture was bringing some attention to them, Racheal felt embarrassed and she moved a step away from him. "You're right, Drake. But I'm still not ready, sorry." Drake boiled in anger, how can she reject him after everything he had done for her, was she just using him? He's the heir of the Penthouse Family, many girls are dying to be with him. "Fine, then good luck getting inside yourself." Drake brushed past her walking inside. Racheal knew he was her only chance of getting into that building, and if she would ever get a chance to be among the three lucky contractors, she'll need Drake's influence. She sped towards him, like a flie chasing a poop. "Don't be so mad Drake. I will get married to you, I just need time. Please." She said with a soft voice, staring deep into Drake's eyes, seductively. Drake looked at her lustfully, he just couldn't resist to say no, Racheal was extremely beautiful. "Fine! Follow me." Racheal held Drake's hand tightly. They walked in through the crowd and the other contractors burst in anger. "Where do you two think you're going? They won't let you in, don't think you're special." One of the contractors spat aggressively, he was Blake from the Frost Family, one of the elite Families of Almond City. "Oh well, I'm not like you. I will get inside, watch me." Drake said proudly. “Ha, you think you're special? I can't wait to see you get humiliated by the guards.” Black smirked. Drake walked up to the security. “Who are you two? You can't get in, Mr. White isn't expecting any guests.” The bulky guard said with a deepened frown. "I am Drake Penthouse, and this is my girlfriend Racheal, from the Odia Family. have an appointment with Mr. White, can I come in?" Drake responded. Racheal was feeling anxious, she didn't know if Drake would be able to get in with the way the guard was responding, but she had to trust Drake. He couldn't be lying to her about bagging the contract, what will he get out of it? "Wait, I'll have to confirm if you're in fact telling the truth." The security dialed his boss's number, after some seconds of call he opened the gate and allowed them to walk in. After which he immediately closed back the gate. The others outside were shocked, everyone knew the Penthouses had a high status in the business world. But this was an entirely different feat on its own. Blake's face was flustered, “how can they allow that loser in and not me!” "Told ya!" Drake mocked, he looked at Racheal with a smirk on his face. "Do you still doubt me now?" "No, I can't believe you have so much influence, Drake, you're amazing." Racheal praised. As they were about to walk towards the entrance, they saw Adam walking out of it. They both froze from their steps, Racheal's jaw dropped, "Adam?" "What are you doing here punk?" A sinister smile appeared on Adam's face, he had anticipated that they'll come. "What do you mean? This is my company." Adam replied, dipping his hands in his pocket. "Shut the fuck up! Do you come here to steal?" Drake accused. "Adam, you're still alive?" Racheal was still in a puzzled state. "What, you want me dead? Do you hate me that much?" Adam's face darkened. Racheal couldn't even recognize him properly, he had changed a lot, and how was he still walking? Philip told them he broke Adam's leg, and he was sure he wasn't going to walk again, and how was he out of Hell-gate? Nothing was making sense, or was she dreaming? "You're supposed to be in prison." Racheal's brow furrowed. "Well, I'm out. Aren't you happy to see me?" Adam teased, a wide smile spread across his face.
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Francis’ worry eased slightly at the masked man’s words. The reassurance gave him a fleeting sense of relief — fleeting, because even if Xander Sanders was dead, his shadow still lingered through his disciple.“Alright,” Francis muttered after a long pause, his voice low and cold. “But there’s another matter. Even if Xander is gone, his disciple remains. We can’t allow him to grow any stronger. We need to deal with him before he becomes a problem.”The masked man leaned back in his chair, arms crossed beneath his dark robes. His tone was dismissive. “He’s just a youngster. There’s nothing to fear. You’re overthinking this.”Francis frowned, his eyes flashing. “Don’t underestimate him,” he said sharply. “You didn’t see what I saw. He easily defeated my son, Maverick, without breaking a sweat. His talent is terrifying. In ten years—or perhaps even sooner—he could reach the Divine Realm.”That caught the masked man’s attention. His body stiffened ever so slightly, the only sign that Fran
Chapter 595
Adam’s eyes darkened with sorrow at the mention of Xander Sanders, the man who had been more than just a mentor to him—he had been family. The faint ache that flickered across Adam’s face didn’t go unnoticed by Leah, though she kept silent, sensing the weight behind that look.“Yes,” Bruce declared, his deep voice echoing across the courtyard like a rolling storm. “He is my future son-in-law. And anyone who dares to harm him—” his gaze swept over the crowd like a blade “—will answer to me personally!”A suffocating pressure rippled outward, forcing several onlookers to lower their heads instinctively. Even Francis, a divine grandmaster, felt the invisible force pressing against his chest. Bruce Sanders in full authority was not someone anyone dared to provoke.Francis’s eyes narrowed, his pride smarting, but he didn’t dare challenge Bruce head-on. Instead, he turned to Adam, his tone cold. “Where is your mentor now?”Adam’s expression didn’t waver, though his heart tightened. “He’s li
Chapter 594
Francis’s expression darkened as he lifted his arm, power coiling in his palm like a living storm. A low hum filled the air, sharp enough to make the skin on everyone’s arms prickle. The energy sphere swelled and pulsed with dangerous light—first the size of a fist, then a melon, then a miniature sun. The surrounding air warped and crackled, sending waves of pressure rippling through the courtyard.Gasps and fearful murmurs broke out among the spectators. Men staggered backward, clutching at their chests as the pressure intensified. The ground quivered; dust rose in trembling spirals.Adam stood firm. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Though the veins on his arms bulged and sweat traced cold paths down his temples, he did not flinch. He had no illusions about the outcome—Francis was a divine grandmaster, and Adam’s odds were next to zero—but retreat wasn’t in his blood.At his side, Dante and Ese mirrored his resolve. They exchanged a quick glance—wordless, grim
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Adam’s jaw tightened until the line of it looked like a blade. Francis was no ordinary threat — a divine grandmaster, his presence folded around him like armor. On a field of battle, Francis moved mountains. Adam’s chances were paper-thin; if Francis chose to end him here, there would be nothing left to bargain with.The air in the courtyard felt suddenly thinner, as if the world was holding its breath. Torches guttered, throwing long, jaundiced shadows across cracked stone. Men who had been laughing an hour ago went quiet, their faces threaded with anticipation and fear. Even the dogs at the edge of the compound had pressed their noses to the ground, sensitive to the change.Francis didn’t look like a man about to ask for mercy. He filled the space with a kind of slow, unhurried thunder. “How dare you injure my son on our territory? You’ve got some guts!” His voice rolled over the crowd, a command dressed in contempt. It vibrated through Adam’s ribs and lodged like a warning.Adam’s
Chapter 592
The Four Great Immortal Sects were not just powerful—they were the foundation upon which the entire cultivation world stood. Every major family, sect, or hidden clan, no matter how proud, paled before them. Their names carried weight that could silence an entire battlefield.They were—Eastsea Cosmic Island, the ruler of the Eastern seas.Infernal Gate of Berkath, the fiery forge of the North.West of Everlight, the domain of eternal brilliance.Southwind Divine, the sacred storm of the South.Each sect was an empire in its own right. But among them, Eastsea Cosmic Island stood out as the most politically intricate. It was home to four of the continent’s most powerful families—the Sanders, Armand, York, and Lennon clans.Even the Sanders family, ranked only third among the four, wielded terrifying influence. They boasted dozens of grandmasters among their younger generation alone. Their elders were even more fearsome; rumor had it that within their ranks, multiple divine grandmasters
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Adam’s sneer cut through the chaos like a blade. “Too slow,” he murmured.In the same instant, his arm shot up. His hand closed around Maverick’s ankle mid-kick with unholy precision. Before anyone could even gasp, Adam pivoted backward, using Maverick’s momentum against him.Then—boom!He slammed Maverick into the ground with bone-shattering force.The earth cracked. Shockwaves rippled outward, blowing dust and shards of tile into the air. The ground beneath Maverick collapsed into a crater three inches deep, spiderweb cracks spreading like veins of destruction.The crowd stumbled back as the tremors reached their feet.Even for a late-stage grandmaster, the force was monstrous. Any normal man would’ve died instantly, crushed into paste. Maverick’s reinforced body held together—but the pain was savage. Blood rushed up his throat; his ribs screamed under the impact.“Argh!” he bellowed, veins bulging across his temples.For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then Maverick snapped back
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