After giving Caleb the address of Cherry's Cafe, Alistair hung up the phone and let out a light sigh.
When he first came to Haven, it was not only to avoid his arranged marriage, but also to secretly gather strength and uncover the truth behind his parents' ambush and assassination. This was also why he had kept a low profile for such a long time. It was also why he had acted quietly behind the scenes, helping Sara's Connor Group navigate its bankruptcy crisis and securing her foothold in Haven’s business circles. Yet perhaps it was precisely because of his silent efforts that Sara overlooked him, seeing him as insignificant. And with Tristan Cole's recent return to Haven, Sara seemed to finally reveal her true nature, growing increasingly impatient with him. At the thought of this, a wry smile tugged at the corner of Alistair's lips, but his gaze only grew firmer. Over at the Bolton manor, Caleb Bolton, frantic as he was, didn't even bother with any fancy arrangements as he barked orders at his son, Donald Bolton. “Hurry, get the car ready, I'm going to pick up L…, Mr. Reid.” “Father, can't I handle it?... I promise I'll take care of everything properly.” Donald suggested. “No, that won't do. I'll go personally.” “But…” Donald frowned. Was that really necessary? “But nothing!... What do you know?” Caleb cut Donald off. “The fact that Mr. Reid agreed to save our dear Elizabeth is already a tremendous favor. We can't be too careful in showing our gratitude. I must receive Mr. Reid personally as a sign of respect. Not only will I go myself, but you are coming with me too.” Saying that, he strode towards the door. Donald couldn't believe what he was hearing.His father had always been a proud man who deferred to no one, yet the way he was talking about this Mr. Reid, it was almost like the person was the emperor!Wasn't he just a healer?
Before he could voice his thoughts, his father turned back, his expression stern as he warned. “And before I forget, remember, Mr. Reid is no ordinary man. In his presence, put away your arrogance; otherwise, I won't hesitate to kick you out of this house. Do you understand?” Though Caleb Bolton had been humble and deferential to Alistair over the phone, within the Bolton family and even all of Riverdale, he had absolute authority. In terms of capability, status, power and wealth, he was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Thus, hearing his father issue a careful and serious warning, Donald's heart jolted. Instinctively, he straightened up and nodded respectfully. “Yes, Father.” “Good, make sure the others understand as well, and if anyone dares to go against what I've said, well…” Caleb left the rest unsaid, but his meaning was perfectly clear. Donald instinctively flinched. Just then, as if he'd recalled something, Donald spoke up. “Father, I forgot to tell you. Sara Connor, the CEO of Connor Group has been requesting an audience with you for over a month. Would you like to see her?” “Do I look like I have the time to waste on trivial matters?” Caleb asked harshly. Snorting derisively, Caleb continued. “Tell her I'm busy. If she still wishes to see me, she’d better request a meeting at a later date.” “Yes, Father.” Donald respectfully acknowledged the order, then took out his cellphone and texted Mr. Coleman, one of the managers of Bolton Inc. “Inform Ms Connor that the meeting will have to be postponed. Indefinitely.” Then, following closely behind Caleb, Donald got into a black limousine. Meanwhile, over at Connor Group, Sara was seated in her office, anxiously waiting for a call from the Boltons concerning her request for a meeting to discuss a potential cooperation. Just as her anxiety was about to overwhelm her, her phone finally rang. She immediately picked it up and answered. “Hello, Mr. Coleman, should I be on my way to the meeting?” “It would be best not to waste your time, Miss Connor.” Mr. Coleman coolly replied. “What?” Sara's expression froze. “Mr. Bolton is currently busy with a very important guest, so he can't spare the time to see you. If you wish, you are free to reschedule, but I cannot promise that the meeting will be held.” Sara panicked. She had struggled for weeks to secure this meeting with Caleb Bolton and now it was being postponed indefinitely? Unwilling to accept such an outcome, she inquired desperately. “Sir… could you at least tell me who this important guest Mr. Bolton is meeting with?” Hesitant at first, Mr. Coleman ultimately replied. “Mr. Reid.” “Mr. Reid?” Who the hell was this person that Mr. Bolton would cancel their meeting just to see him? A flicker of doubt crossed Sara's eyes as a figure suddenly came to mind. “Which Reid, sir?... What's his full name?” She pressed further. Mr. Coleman, clearly losing patience, snapped. “How would I know?... That will be all, Ms. Connor.” Then the call ended. Listening to the harsh beep of the disconnected line, Sara went pale. “Damn it!” She suddenly cursed aloud in frustration. This meeting with the Boltons was her lifeline to save Connor Group from financial ruin. What now!?Latest Chapter
Chapter 301: Request denied
The butler stepped closer, his eyes flashing maliciously. "You have exactly one hour to hand over the true name, background, and current residence of the mysterious painter in the gray scholar's robe who attended the Phoenix Hall exhibition tonight. If the Beggar's Sect protects this criminal, or if your elders delay... We will take it that the Beggars sect no longer respects our contribution to its cause in Haven.”The Beggar sect bodyguards exchanged looks briefly before turning to face the butler.“Wait here.”The lead gatekeeper nodded tightly, gesturing for his companion to guard the threshold before turning on his heel.He vanished into the depths of the sprawling, shadowed sanctuary, his wooden staff tapping frantically against the ancient stone pavement.Outside, the air remained heavy and still.The ten elite guards of the Morrison main branch stood like statues, their heavy, hostile pressure causing the silver sea fog to ripple around them.The butler kept his gaze locked on
Chapter 300: By order of Patriarch Morrison
With all the items he had gathered, Alistair would finally be able to begin the refinement of the Sacred Life and Death Pill. Taking a deep breath, Alistair studied the items he had claimed thus far. The four rare components hovered gently above the woven mat, illuminated by a mesmerizing tapestry of contrasting energies.The Eternal Verdant Heart Lotus pulsed with raw, vibrant green vitality, perfectly contrasting the searing, sun-baked heat of the Aeon Sun Phoenix Grass.Beside them, the Spirit-Nurturing Primordial Dew floated as a collection of perfect, crystalline spheres trapped in a vial that emitted a gentle, soul-soothing hum.Finally, the Void-Withered Root sat anchoring the display—a twisted, ash-gray relic that looked completely dead to the untrained eye, yet fundamentally warped the light around it, drinking in the ambient spiritual friction of the room.To any modern cultivator, seeing these four ingredients gathered in one room would be akin to witnessing a myth manife
Chapter 299: Fate was smiling upon him
As a grandmaster who had spent decades fighting through the volatile power structures of the Southern Province, he knew every major powerhouse, every hidden elder, and every regional hegemon.None of them utilized such a bizarre, celestial method of combat.Most high-tier masters in Haven relied on elemental manipulation—fire, wind, or the local wood attributes.A golden aura of that magnitude sounded less like a mortal cultivator and more like a legend from the ancient texts.‘Could it be an old monster from the hidden sects of the capital?’ the Patriarch hypothesized, a bead of sweat forming at his temple, though he quickly suppressed it. ‘No. If an ancient entity of that caliber were in Haven, the Beggar’s Sect would have flagged their arrival weeks ago. He must be utilizing a high-grade illusory relic to mask his true identity and inflate his prowess.’"Trash," the Patriarch spat, waving his hand. "Drag yourselves to the medicine hall and have your fractured meridians stabilized.
Chapter 298: A pure golden qi
"A ragged painter? Hiding behind Xie?" Patriarch Morrison's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. "And he possessed a special treasure? Absurd! What is this bastard's name?!""I... I don't know!" James cried out, shaking his head frantically. "He never said his name! Master Xie just called him 'Sir' and treated him like an elder!"Patriarch Morrison turned his ferocious gaze toward the butler, who had just rushed into the sitting room. "It matters not if he hides his name. In Haven, nothing moves without the knowledge of the beggars."He pointed a rigid finger at the butler, his voice dripping with absolute malice. "Take my personal token and head straight to the Beggar's Sect headquarters in Haven. Demand that the regional elders hand over every piece of information regarding this mysterious painter within the hour! If they hesitate, tell them the Morrison Clan will withdraw all financial backing from their southern trading ports!""Right away, Patriarch!" the butler resp
Chapter 297: Patriarch Morrison
The air inside the grand pavilion was dense with the fragrant aroma of spiritual incense. Patriarch Morrison, a man whose presence alone carried the unyielding weight of a martial grandmaster, stood before a massive silk canvas.He held a premium wolf-hair brush, his eyes closed as he channeled his heavy earth-attribute qi into a deep, meditative state. He was on the verge of capturing the perfect artistic concept, a breakthrough that would elevate his martial intent to new heights.The heavy mahogany doors of the pavilion were thrown open, shattering the absolute silence."Patriarch! Patriarch, terrible news!"The Morrison family butler burst into the room, his face pale, his breath ragged, entirely disregarding the estate's strict protocols.The sudden intrusion fractured the delicate flow of spiritual energy.Patriarch Morrison's eyes snapped open, flashing with a terrifying, violent light.The wolf-hair brush snapped in his grip, and a massive pressure wave of earth-attribute qi
Chapter 296: A punishment to remember
Alistair slowly bent down, bringing his golden gaze level with James's pale face.He raised his right hand, the meteoric iron of the gauntlet hovering mere inches from James's forehead.The immense heat radiating from the celestial qi singed the tips of James's hair.“Please… please don’t kill me… I’ll give you anything… money, herbs, the Morrison Clan’s shares…” James wept openly, his pride completely shattered, a puddle of urine staining the concrete beneath him.“I will not kill you tonight, Young Master Morrison,” Alistair murmured coldly. “A dead fool teaches no lessons to the clan backing him. But your hands… the hands you wanted to use to shred my fingers…”Alistair gently tapped James’s shoulders with the tip of his fingers.An agonizing, silent burst of golden qi surged directly into James’s upper meridians.James didn't even have the breath to scream as the energy systematically locked down his main arm pathways, completely severing the connection between his brain and his h
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