Chapter One hundred and thirty; Famous designer As Chris, Stephany, and Sandra walked away from the boutique, the whispers of the onlookers grew louder. Those who had witnessed the scene couldn’t believe what had just happened. The man who had confidently paid for the expensive dresses and then returned them must have been putting on a show. It wasn’t long before someone recognized him as the Preston family’s son-in-law, and the rumors began to spread.“He’s just using his wife’s family money,” one woman muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. “I bet he returned the clothes because he knew he couldn’t afford them on his own.”“Exactly,” another man chimed in. “Probably maxed out the card or something. These types always try to act rich, but they’re really just living off their in-laws.”The crowd nodded in agreement, pacifying themselves with the idea that Chris was nothing more than a pretender, riding on the coattails of the Preston family’s wealth. To them, he was just anot

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two; Three Beautiful Women Chris, ever the gracious host, turned to Ms. Sinclair as they finalized the purchase of the sword. "Ms. Sinclair, thank you again for your generosity. Since we're on our way to dinner, we'd be honored if you'd join us."Ms. Sinclair, a woman who rarely mingled with others outside of business, considered the offer for a moment. There was something about Chris, his confidence, his calm demeanor, that intrigued her. Finally, she gave a slight nod. "I'd be delighted."With that, the group of four—Chris, Stephany, Sandra, and Ms. Sinclair headed to the Preston house. The ride was a pleasant one, with light conversation and laughter flowing easily between them. Ms. Sinclair, usually reserved and distant, found herself relaxing in the company of Chris and his companions. It was a welcome change from her usual routine, and she appreciated the genuine hospitality they extended to her.As soon as they arrived, Stephany wasted no tim

Chapter One Hundred and thirty four; the masters elixir Chris led Jack Stone through the dimly lit corridors of the house, each step carefully calculated, each glance measured. The tension between them was great , like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. Chris could feel Jack's eyes boring into his back, the weight of the Master’s Book of Shadows in his hand reminding him of the gravity of the situation. They had just passed through the study door when something strange happened. Jack Stone, who had been following Chris with unwavering intensity, suddenly stumbled. His movements became erratic, his breathing labored, and his skin took on a pale, almost sickly hue. He swayed on his feet, blinking rapidly as though trying to clear a fog from his mind.Chris noticed the change immediately, pausing to observe Jack’s behavior with a sharp, discerning gaze. Jack’s hand went to his chest, clutching it as though he were in pain, his face contorting in confusion and discomfort.

Write chapter One hundred and Thirty Six; The New District Master Chris watched as Jack Stone collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain from the effects of the elixir that had coursed through his veins for too long without the necessary antidote. There was a moment of uncertainty as Chris pondered his next move. Jack was a dangerous man, part of a dangerous cult, and yet, here he was, vulnerable and in desperate need of help.Chris left the room without a word, his mind racing as he made his way back to his private quarters. He hurried to his bookshelf, scanning the rows of ancient texts until he found the one he was looking for—the book he had recently taken an interest in, the same book that had taught him about the ascension potion. He flipped through the worn pages, searching for the section that detailed the preparation of the elixir antidote.It didn’t take long before he found it. His eyes quickly darted over the list of ingredients, mentally checking them off as he rummaged

Chapter One hundred and thirty eight; Use Money to Make money. After everyone left, Sandra stayed behind to help Stephany with the cleaning. They worked together in comfortable silence, occasionally chatting about the day. The evening had been eventful, and the shared experience brought them closer. Once the house was tidied up, it was already dark and so Chris offered to drive Sandra home.As they drove through the quiet streets, Sandra seemed more relaxed than she had been earlier. The tension she'd felt since learning about Chris's true identity as a member of the prestigious Brown family had slowly ebbed away, especially after sharing a meal with him on his house.She was still respectful, but now there was a calmness in her demeanor, a sign that she had come to terms with the surprising revelation."How do you feel about your job at ClearBank?" Chris asked, his tone casual yet curious.Sandra was caught off guard by the question."My job? I guess it's okay. The salary isn't