Sara's hostile demeanor betrayed the frustration she felt.
If she couldn't finalize the cooperation project with Bolton Corporation, then Connor Group would face total financial collapse. Just the thought of that happening left her pale. Unfortunately, Mr. Bolton wouldn't even meet with her, instead choosing to see some important guests. Why today of all days?... And who on earth was that important guest? Clearly, he was important enough to warrant Mr. Bolton meeting them personally. If only she could meet with them, convincing them to partner with her company would surely lead to reaping great benefits. Unfortunately, she knew that was just her wishful thinking. The Connor family was at best an average clan, nowhere near the level of the Boltons, who were a top-level powerhouse. How could she ever have the opportunity to meet with those they considered important? Just then, Tristan walked into her office, a smug smile plastered on his lips. “Sara dear, you…” trailing off, he noticed Sara's demeanor which was anything but friendly at the moment. Sara, upon noticing his presence, let out a sigh. “You're back.” “What's up?... You look like you ate a pickle.” Tristan joked as he walked up to her desk. “How about we go somewhere fun, it should help to ease off the stress?” “I can't, I am supposed to have a meeting with the Bolton patriarch now,” Sara muttered. “Unfortunately, it got cancelled.” “How come?” Tristan raised a brow. “Something about meeting with an important guest.” Sara let out a heavy sigh. “What guest could possibly merit such caution from Mr. Bolton?... He can't even spare a moment to see you?” Puzzled, Tristan frowned. “With his status, who in all of Riverdale could make him drop everything?” “No idea. Mr. Coleman only said the last name was Reid.” Sara shook her head, clearly unsettled. Tristan's expression shifted, glancing at Sara who looked worse for wear. ‘Reid?... Could it be him?’ A fleeting image of Alistair crossed Tristan's mind but he quickly dismissed the fanciful thought. “No way.” Tristan instinctively blurted out while shaking his head, an amused smile emerging at the corners of his lips. How could the great figure Mr. Bolton is personally meeting, possibly be that good for nothing live-in husband who did nothing all day? It made no sense. Noticing his amusement, Sara felt offended. “What's so funny?” Tristan smirked. “Nothing really, just… listen, no need for you to feel bad that Mr. Bolton postponed your meeting. As far as I know, he is in Haven for two reasons: to find business partners and, more importantly, to seek medical help for his granddaughter. I heard she's terribly ill.” “Are you certain?” Sara asked with Tristan nodding. “Of course!... What do you take me for?... I know for a fact that he's going to be in Haven for a while, so you still have a chance to meet with him, and if you don't, well, that's still not a problem because I'm right here and I won't rest until you get what you want.” As he spoke, Tristan went on one knee and took Sara's hand in his own. He even messaged it a bit with an intimate look in his eyes. Sara instinctively pulled away as a bitter smile emerged at the corners of her lips. “There's no need for you to do that. Don't worry, I'll handle it myself.” Then, in a bid to change the topic, she asked softly. “Are you hungry?... Maybe we could go somewhere for lunch.” Tristan noticed her pulling away, leaving him quite displeased. In the past, Sara had always been big on her love language being physical contact, so she clung to him constantly, always wanting to be in his arms. Yet now?... Now she deliberately pulled away from him. Why? Was it because of Alistair?... that good for nothing? Letting out a sigh, he feigned a saddened expression while getting back on his feet. Noticing this, Sara asked. “What is it?” “Nothing really, just… I really miss your signature steak.” “You can't be serious, “ Sara chuckled. “No, for real,” Tristan replied. “Do you remember back in college?... You used to make it a lot when we started dating. I always looked forward to it.” Then, acting like he'd made the decision, he asked. “How about that? You make your signature steak.” Sara grew hesitant at this juncture, after all, back then, the reason she used to make the steak was to impress Tristan. But 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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