2024-10-25 16:07:37“... and therefore, isn’t reliable enough for us to consider a partnership at this time.”
John got straight to the point as he didn’t want to waste the time.
Juliet’s heart sank to the bottom.
Her face fell and her lips went pale.
But she didn’t dare back down.
This was, after all, her last hope!
Also, the Beaumons’ last hope!
How could she give up so easily?
“I understand the concerns, Mr. Wales.”
Juliet continued, her voice trembling and rapid.
“If you’re not at ease, I can offer all of Beaumon’s overseas assets as collateral.”
“I can assure you they are completely legitimate and without risk.”
“Additionally, to show our sincerity, we’re willing to offer a 60%—uhm, no, I mean a 70% discount. We just need a chance to prove ourselves.”
Juliet? Beaumon? J and B?
Just then, a light bulb went off in Louis’s mind.
Of course!
He remembered!
Wasn’t that the name of Vivian’s best friend, the daughter of the Beaumon Family?
Moreover, and most importantly, if he remembered correctly, the doll’s sole had two very small, crooked letters sewn onto it.
And weren’t they “J” and “B”?
He had never thought much about it before, assuming it was just an ugly trademark.
But if those were the initials of a little girl’s name, sewn by herself ...
... then it all made perfect sense!
And combined with the inexplicable sense of familiarity at first sight ...
Could she be the girl back then?
... Louis thought, his mind racing at full speed like a rocket.
He now had ample reason to suspect that the woman before him was the girl who had once pulled him back from the brink of death.
“I’m sorry, Miss Beaumon. Although your proposal sounds attractive, I can’t take the risk.”
John sighed.
Meanwhile, Louis also snapped back to reality.
“Mr Wales, please have faith in me, I promise I won’t let you down.”
Juliet pleaded, her eyes filled with sincerity and desperation.
She couldn’t afford it if John Wale declined her proposal.
However ...
“Sorry again, Apex Z Group is not a charity.”
John shook his head firmly.
He had his own responsibilities and couldn’t agree out of momentary softness.
That was not what a qualified General Manager should do.
“Sir, please ...”
Juliet pleaded, for the sake of the whole Beaumon Family.
But as her eyes met those of John’s, she sensed his impatience and determination.
And her voice faded.
She knew that continuing to press would only make John Wales completely annoyed with her.
It wouldn’t lead her anywhere nice or hopeful.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr Wales, I understand your concern. And thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you.”
Juliet felt a profound sense of loss.
However, she had no choice but to give up.
The exhaustion from without rest overwhelmed her in an instant as she stumbled to prepare to leave.
However, just then, Louis spoke up.
“Mr Wales, why don’t you reconsider and take a close look at Miss Beaumon’s proposal? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
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