Just as Alistair was set to leave the cafe, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, he frowned slightly before answering. “Hello, who is this?” “Am I speaking to Lord Alistair Reid?” On the other end of the call, an old voice asked in a shaky tone. Alistair shifted upon hearing the question, barely able to believe his ears. It had been a while since anyone had called him that. As a member of Arcadia's shadow royal family, the true power and status of the Reid family had always been a hidden matter. Publicly, the Reids were merely one of the thirteen top aristocratic families in the imperial capital. Alistair had once been the most influential successor among the next generation of the thirteen great families, a man the upper circles of the capital respectfully addressed as Lord. However, a few years ago, he vanished and the title of Lord had long faded from people's memories. So for this old man to refer to him as Lord, he must have done his homework. Alas, Alistair no longer identified with that title. “Sorry,” Alistair said calmly. “I'm not Lord Alistair Reid, just Alistair Reid.” Then he tried to end the call, hardly in the mood for a conversation. “Lord Reid, please…” sensing Alistair's intention, the old man's voice trembled with urgency. “Actually, I got your number from President Parker. He said I could call you. I won't take much of your time, I beg you to hear me out.” Jonathan Parker? Wasn't he the president of the Avalon Southern Region Chamber of Commerce? An old classmate of his late father? Memories flickered briefly in Alistair's mind. After a short pause, he sighed and said. “Fine. I'm listening.” “Lord Reid, my name is Caleb Bolton, patriarch of the Bolton family from Riverdale. I know this is improper, as it is our first time speaking, but I need your help to save my granddaughter, Elizabeth. She's gravely ill and in need of medical aid.” Caleb's voice was hoarse and choked. The Bolton family was no ordinary family. They were one of the top four families in Riverdale and very few could be said to be on their level in terms of power and wealth. As for Caleb Bolton, he was undoubtedly one of the most influential figures in all of Riverdale. Only a select group of powerful men could be said to have his personal line yet he had used it to reach out to Alistair. If Sara knew that the almighty Caleb Bolton himself was speaking to Alistair with such respect, she would be utterly dumbfounded. After all, the Bolton family was the very one she had been desperately trying to cozy up to and curry favor with. In any case, Alistair wasn't moved in the slightest as he answered in an almost lackadaisical tone. “I'm sorry, but I can't help you. If your granddaughter is sick, I advise you to send her to the hospital.” With that, he was about to hang up. He didn't wish to be rude, but due to his current state, he was hardly in the mood for anything right now. Anyone who saw him reject Caleb Bolton so decisively would've been utterly stunned. This was the patriarch of one of the largest conglomerates in Riverdale, yet Alistair wasn't the least but swayed. In all of Riverdale, who else, apart from Alistair, would dare turn down Caleb Bolton like that? “Lord Reid, please, don't be so quick to dismiss me.” Caleb Bolton spoke urgently, afraid that Alistair would hang up the next second. “I've reached out to several doctors, but none have been able to save my granddaughter. You are my only hope. “I am willing to do anything you wish as long as you save her life. I swear my allegiance to you, my family's fortune, our connections, treasures, and anything you want. Whatever you demand, the Bolton family will obey.” Caleb pleaded almost on the verge of tears. Alistair let out a sigh. “Mr. Bolton, I believe you did your research before contacting me. In that case, you should already know, I don't save just anyone.” Grasping at what felt like a lifeline, Caleb Bolton replied. “Of course, Lord Reid. You possess the ultimate techniques to bring people back from the brink. You only save those truly worthy of being saved. Those who are cruel and possess evil hearts, you would never save.” “Since you know this, tell me, is your heart clean, Mr. Bolton?” Alistair asked, his tone filled with conviction. “No heart is truly clean, Lord Reid, but I can boldly claim that I have done no wrong by others.” “Is that so?” “I would not dare to lie to you, Lord Reid. I have always strived to help those in need and will continue to do so till I die. So please, I beg you to help my granddaughter, I really don't deserve to suffer a loss like this.” At this point, Caleb Bolton's voice broke over the phone. Sensing Caleb's sincerity, Alistair sighed. “Fine then, send me the address and I'll treat your granddaughter. Whether she lives or dies, that's up to fate. And one more thing, don't call me Lord.” “Oh thank you so much, Lor… I mean, Mr. Reid.” On hearing this, Caleb's face immediately lit up with joy. “Your great kindness will forever be remembered by the Bolton family. By the way, please there's no need to make the trip, I would be more than happy to pick you up myself.” “Alright.” Alistair simply said.
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- Chapter 13: His name is...- Finding herself at a crossroads, Sara had no intention of leaving the gates of the Bolton residence without achieving something.So, gritting her teeth, she boldly pushed past the guards. “Mr. Donald, just give me a chance to explain, please.”Donald paused briefly before glancing back at her.Seeing an opportunity, she continued, her tone laced with desperation. “I know what I did was wrong and I wouldn't have done this if this meeting wasn't important. All I need is just a few minutes with Mr. Bolton and his guest, I'm sure they won't be disappointed with my business offer. If that can't happen, then at the very least, let me get their contact information. Please, just do this for me and I will never forget your kindness.”Sara knew she was taking a reckless gamble, succeed or perish, there was no in-between. But she had no other choice. Donald sneered. “You are quite the opportunist, Ms. Connor. You somehow managed to learn about my father's private business. You know I can punis 
- Chapter 12: No matter what- “Are you okay, Sara?” Tristan worriedly asked, noticing Sara's anxious state. “You look totally out of it.”“I'm okay.” Sara forced a smile.Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she seemed to finally make up her mind. Just as Tristan considered bringing up a topic for discussion, Sara suddenly remarked. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Tris.”“What?”“No matter what I HAVE to meet Caleb Bolton today. And if possible… the VIP he personally came to pick up.”Before Tristan could respond, Sara slammed her foot on the accelerator and sped towards the address Trina had given her.She had to get there first, before the Boltons' entourage. Twenty minutes later, the Bolton entourage was mere meters away from their destination, the Boltons' holiday home, when a black BMW M8 suddenly pulled up ahead, screeching to a Halt just before the gates of the grand estate.The car leading the entourage swiftly stopped to avoid a collision, causing the others to do the same.The Corvette also 
- Chapter 11: Mr. Bolton's esteemed guest- Impossible!Sara thought inwardly as she gripped the steering wheel of the car she was in tightly.The Bolton family was the overlord of Riverdale, their authority absolute.For its patriarch, Caleb Bolton, to act so respectfully towards Alistair was unimaginable.There was no way what she was seeing was real.If she weren't so far away, she would've reached out and wrenched the man around herself, just to see if it really was him. Noticing Sara's sudden stop and her stunned expression, Tristan asked worriedly. “Sara, you okay?... You look like you've seen a ghost.” Recalling she wasn't alone, Sara quickly turned to Tristan, her breathing uneven. “Did you see that?”“See what?” Tristan asked with a raised brow.“Look in your rearview mirror. The person across from Mr. Bolton… is that Alistair?”Sara's voice was urgent, tinged with slight panic. Tristan frowned, then glanced at the rearview mirror, but saw nothing.He asked suspiciously. “Sara, are you seeing things? It's empty.”He 
- Chapter 10: Roadblock- The reason for the blockage quickly became clear as Sara and Tristan laid eyes on more than a dozen Maybachs, lined up across the entrance road.In the midst of these cars was a custom-made Corvette that screamed opulence, its exterior modified with the best of what money could buy.The car was surrounded by large bodyguards who radiated an intimidating aura while looking very well-trained. Awed by the sight at first, it didn't take long for Sara to be infuriated by the scene.She was in a hurry to meet with Mr. Bolton but now this was surely going to delay her.Just as she was considering stepping out to complain, she noticed that she wasn't the only one forced to wait.There were several luxury cars from reputable brands belonging to notable figures, ranging from wealthy tycoons to senior government officials, in the city, also waiting quietly on the side, with none of them daring to step out and complain about the roadblock.Common sense dictated that, after seeing such a shocking 
- Chapter 9: Tristan's vile thoughts- A heavy silence permeated the walls of the home that once belonged to Alistair and Sara.As Alistair finished speaking and turned to leave, Sara couldn't help but inwardly panic.In their five years of marriage, she had never seen Alistair so cold and indifferent.She was his wife, yet he acted like he didn't even care at all.Her heart wavered as he walked past her.Gritting her teeth, she turned and asked. “Where are you going?”Alistair stopped at the door but didn't bother turning to face her.“To meet a friend.” “What friend?” Sara snapped, unaware that Alistair had any friends.He was almost always indoors and hardly ever stepped out.Even on his cellphone, he didn't have any numbers saved, so where did this friend turn up from?Alistair icily replied. “That's my personal business, not yours.”Then, he opened the door and stepped out and the door slammed shut behind him.Sara's face darkened, fists clenched as she stared at the tightly shut door.How could Alistair slam the doo 
- Chapter 8: The wedding photo- Sara couldn't understand why Alistair behaved the way he did whenever Tristan was around. Sure, Tristan was her ex but they had long since parted.There was no reason for Alistair not to accept Tristan as a friend, after all, she still had a good relationship with him. So, as far as she was concerned, it was Alistair's narrow-minded viewpoint that stopped him from seeing things her way. “I see.” Tristan nodded, a faint smile emerging at the corners of his lips.Sara didn't notice this as she led him into the living room.Once inside, she quickly noticed that it looked emptier for some reason.Furrowing her brows, she looked around before pausing at a wall, the same one that once held a wedding photo.Noticing its absence, she frowned.Just then, Alistair walked downstairs with a small bag. “Where is it?” She asked while pointing at the now-empty wall.“What?” Alistair raised a brow. “Our wedding photo. I remember it should be hanging on that wall.” “It was an eyesore so I remove 
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