Novels by overwhelmingintensity24

Cora gave a slow nod, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Smart move, Aadam. Aligning with Bob will open doors for you."She turned thoughtful, her eyes scanning the glittering ballroom. Then, as if struck by a thought, she asked, "Between the Prescots and the Stirlings, who holds more power?"Aadam exhaled, shaking his head. "That’s like comparing a chicken to a phoenix. The Prescots may have influence here, but the Stirlings? They operate on a whole different level—global connections, old money, untouchable power."But then, his lips curled into a smirk, his tone turning sly. "Speaking of power, did you know Bob’s got a thing for Rita Stirling? He’s been after her for ages, even came back to Oakland because of all the rumors surrounding her and Jeffery."Cora's eyes widened, excitement flashing in them. "Wait—so that bastard Jeffery… does this mean he's in trouble?"Aadam chuckled, a dark glint in his gaze. "Bingo. Bob’s not the type to take no for an answer, especially when it

A few days later, Jeffery sat in his study, crafting more Vireon pills. His hands moved with precision—measuring, grinding, refining.The Xiangling grass had done more than expected. His cultivation had soared, strength humming beneath his skin.He flexed his fingers, watching faint arcs of golden energy flicker along his knuckles.His senses had sharpened—he could hear the subtle crackling of the flame, feel the shift in air currents, even sense the faint spiritual resonance of the herbs before him.It was intoxicating.A grin tugged at his lips.This was power.A sharp ringtone cut through the quiet.Jeffery grabbed his phone. Rita.He answered."Rita."“Hey, Jeffery. Hope I’m not disturbing you.”He set his tools aside. “Not at all.”They exchanged brief pleasantries before Rita got to the point. “Bob’s hosting a cocktail party. He invited me, but I don’t want to go. I want you to attend in my place.”Jeffery frowned. Bob—that self-centered, bratty rival of his.The last time the

Jeffery leaned back in his chair, studying Rita carefully. She was serious about this.Not just in an opportunistic way—this was a calculated move, a long-term play.He folded his arms. “Alright, let’s talk logistics. You want mass production? That means ingredients. Some of these aren’t exactly stocked on pharmacy shelves.”Rita smiled. “That’s where I come in. I have connections. People who can get us the materials, no matter how rare.”Jeffery arched a brow. “At what cost?”She shrugged. “Does it matter?”He smirked. “To you? No. To me? It affects production timelines, quality control, consistency.”She nodded, appreciating his thoroughness. “That’s why you’ll handle refining. I’ll make sure the supply never runs dry.”Jeffery drummed his fingers on the table, thinking. “Scaling up isn’t just about having materials. It’s about ensuring every single pill is as potent as the first batch.”Rita leaned forward. “Then we control the process. Small-batch production, limited supply at fir

Bob’s jaw tightened, his rage barely contained. "You bastard. You’ll pay for this."Jeffery let out a slow, mocking clap. ."Big words from a man who just got exposed as a fraud." His smirk deepened. "Tell me, Bob, does it sting? Watching your carefully planned act crumble in front of everyone?"Bob inhaled sharply, forcing himself to keep his temper in check. His fists ached to swing, but he held back. Instead, he sneered. "What fucking trick did you pull? How the hell did you get Rita on your side so fast?"Jeffery snorted. "Unlike you, I don’t deceive her." He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I treat her like a real friend. And yeah, I like her. Not for her money, not for her name, but for who she is. That’s the difference between us."Bob let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. "You expect me to believe that? Please. We both know you’re just Rita’s boy toy, clinging to her power and wealth like a leech."Jeffery tilted his head, unfazed. "Bob, let’s be honest here. Even if I w

Bob forced a laugh, though his face betrayed his unease. “Rita, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to humiliate me. I would never get you something fake.”But Rita’s expression didn’t change. Her gaze was steady, unreadable, and that silence—heavy, expectant—made his heart pound.A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He swallowed hard.Damn it.His mind raced back to the purchase. He never got it at an auction. That was just something he said to make it sound prestigious. The truth? He’d bought it for thirty thousand dollars in a dingy little antique shop run by some foreigner. The only expensive part of the gift was the box—five thousand dollars for packaging alone, just to make it look high-end.At the time, he thought it was a steal. Now, it felt like a noose tightening around his neck.How the hell did Jeffery know?Shame burned through him, hot and unbearable. His ears rang. He clenched his fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface. He spun toward Jeffery, his voice sha

Jeffery’s nose twitched. He couldn’t be mistaken. The faint scent wafting from the box was unmistakable. Xuanling Jade Grass. Rich in mana of heaven and earth.He inhaled deeper, and immediately, a wave of calm swept over him. His body, tense with restraint moments ago, seemed to relax of its own accord. The pressure in his chest loosened. He could already feel the power of the herb, the potency of its cultivation potential, as if the mana inside was already feeding his own energy reserves.If consumed, this grass would offer him the equivalent of half a year’s worth of cultivation. For Jeffery, a rare treasure like this was invaluable. It was an investment—one that would elevate his abilities beyond measure. And he needed it. Badly.Rita hesitated, her fingers hovering over the black box. “I don’t need this, Bob,” she said softly.Bob, however, wasn’t deterred. “You’ll thank me later,” he pressed, eyes glinting with barely contained anticipation. He leaned forward slightly, t