“Would you like a tour of the Apex Z Group facilities while you’re here?”
Louis shook his head.
“Not today. I have other matters to attend to.”
What was more urgent now was to determine who the real owner of the doll was.
If Vivian’s doll was in the attic, that meant the person who saved him years ago wasn’t Vivian at all, but someone else.
Who was it, then?
He needed to find that girl as soon as possible.
“At your command, Sir. I’m always here to await your arrival.”
John said with a bow.
He then indicated that he would see Louis off, but Louis politely declined.
As Louis turned to leave, the entrance door swung open and a young woman rushed in.
She wore a blue and white business outfit, her figure stunning and her beauty exceptional.
Her long hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, looking vibrant and bouncy.
She walked briskly, almost bumping into Louis.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, looking up at Louis with wide eyes.
“It’s f—fine,” Louis said curtly and hesitantly, stepping aside.
For some reason, the moment Louis saw this woman, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
However, he was sure that he had never seen this woman during the years he got married.
So where did this familiarity come from?
Meanwhile, the woman didn’t linger for long.
After apologizing to Louis, she immediately headed toward the elevator.
However, just then, she caught sight of John Wales behind Louis, and she stopped abruptly in her tracks.
A look of surprise quickly appeared on her face as she walked toward John.
“Mr. Wales, nice to meet you. I didn’t expect to meet you here. I’m Juliet Beaumon.”
Apparently, she was here to meet John Wales.
“Hello, Miss Beaumon.”
John said, nodding casually.
“But isn’t your appointment later next week?”
“I know, Mr Wales. Sorry for the interruption,” Juliet said, her voice anxious but steady.
“I just wanted to submit this proposal in person.”
“This is the project proposal that we’ve carefully prepared. Please take a look and give us at Beaumon Group a chance. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
She handed Louis a folder, her hands trembling slightly.
She felt a surge of anxiety, as this was the last hope for saving her family.
The Beaumons were once a prominent force in Apple City.
Although they couldn’t compare to the few top elite families, they were certainly not weak.
However, recently, her grandfather was framed and fell into huge debt, while her father’s business plummeted, leaving the Beaumon Family on the brink of disaster.
If it weren’t for their deep family roots, they would have already fallen apart.
And now, the only hope for turning things around was to seize the opportunity to partner with the Apex Z Group, relying on their financial strength and influence to reverse the Beaumon Group’s decline.
For this reason, Juliet hadn’t rested well for a fortnight.
She meticulously revised the proposal to ensure it was flawless.
Therefore, she was very confident about the proposal.
However, John merely glanced at the cover of the proposal before handing back the folder.
Juliet’s heart sank inevitably.
“Mr Wales, could you please take a careful look? I promise the contents inside will definitely satisfy you.”
After trying to calm her anxiety, she suggested urgently.
However, John shook his head, his tone firm.
“Miss Beaumon, to be honest, we never considered partnering with the Beaumon Group. And I’m sure you know the reasons.”
“The Beaumon Group’s financial state hasn’t been stable for the past few months...”

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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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