Chapter Seventy one, one step at a time The wedding was in full swing, a lively celebration of love and family. Chris had been mingling, exchanging pleasantries and trying to navigate the complex web of family dynamics. The tension with his aunt Helen still lingered, but the joy of the occasion overshadowed most of the discomfort.As he sipped his drink and watched the bride and groom share a dance, Chris noticed a figure entering the hall that made his heart skip a beat. His grandfather, Master Brown, had arrived. A wave of cold apprehension washed over Chris. It had been two years since he'd last seen the old man, and their last encounter had ended on a harsh note."I had hoped in you, child. You’re now nothing but a disappointment," his grandfather's words echoed in his mind.Chris took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The man had always been a pillar of strength and authority in the Brown family, a strict but fair leader. Despite his stern demeanor, he had always

Chapter Seventy Three: Chris’s examination. Chris squat down and examined her body. Holding her hands, he realized that her skin whixh used to be so smooth and glassy was now pale and there were signs and symptoms of dehydration. Althoughbthis maye look like an ordinary medical condition, Chris knew that it was far more than that, for the rate at which her body was changing is far great to be a normal condition. “Something must be wrong.” Chris said, causing eveyone to make a loud gasps. “Chris I thought you said you could do something, if you don’t have anything to do please leave her alone do the medics can come and take care of her.” Helen said. “The medics can not do anything about it, this is not a medical matter.” “What are you saying?” Martins steped forward. “She must have eaten something that had to do with garlic and it aggravated an evil spirit that is present here. Even if you take her to the hospital, you won’t be able to do anything.”“What rubbish are you sprouti

Chapter Seventy Five; A reward for saving first daughter In the car, as the First Daughter was being taken to the hospital, she suddenly asked the driver to stop. Her bodyguards exchanged worried glances but obeyed her command. Shelly leaned forward and spoke in a calm yet firm voice, “I’m alright. I don’t need to go to the hospital. Take me to my apartment instead.”“Are you sure, ma’am?” one of the bodyguards asked hesitantly.“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And bring Chris to me.”The bodyguards nodded, and the car changed direction. Shelly settled back into her seat, her mind racing. She needed to understand what had just happened to her and how Chris had known what to do.“Being that man to me.” She asked them and some of the guards went back to get Chris.Meanwhile, Chris was just stepping out of the hall when two of Shelly’s bodyguards approached him. “The First daughter wants to see you,” one of them said.Chris had kind of expected t

Chapter Seventy Seven; Memories of Home After saving the First Daughter, Chris left the party almost immediately. Now he was back, He needed to retrieve the potion for Shelly and collect his car from the Brown estate. The turn out of events became more dramatic especially when he found out that the first daughter of America was a cultivator. As for the others at the wedding, they stayed for a little while longer, but soon guests began to filter out. The celebration gradually wound down until it was only the groom’s family and close friends who remained. They decided to continue the festivities in a new building on the Brown estate, which was now the home of the newlyweds. The laughter, music, and clinking of glasses drifted into the night, filling the air with a sense of joy and warmth.Chris arrived back at the Brown estate, his car was parked close to the entrance, when he was about to get it, he noticed the lights glowing from the new apartment by the waters. The sounds of

Chapter Seventy Nine, saving the family Miller’s heart pounded as he tried to reason with the loan sharks over the phone. He could hear the menace in their voices, the underlying threat that made his blood run cold. “Listen, I just need a little more time,” he pleaded. “I’ll get you the money, I promise.”“You’ve had enough time,” one of the loan sharks growled. “We want our money, and if we don’t get it by tomorrow morning, we’ll storm into Brown’s Conglomerate and cause a scene. We’ll tell the world that a Brown owes us.”Miller’s stomach churned. The thought of the family’s name being dragged through the mud terrified him. He knew he had to act fast, but what could he do? As he watched Chris driving out of the estate, an idea struck him. He remembered the events of the evening—the First Daughter, the goddess statue. If he could get his hands on that statue and sell it, he might just have enough to pay off the debt and have some leftover. No one would suspect him, and he co