Lorenzo glares at him and snaps, "Yes! That's how much I love fighting! If not for your martial power, do you think you would stand a chance against me? If you think you are so capable, then let me out and fight with me with only your manpower! If I don't beat you up, call me a bastard!""Bastard!" Cassius grins. "I just called you that, what else?""You..." Lorenzo points at him, his body trembling in rage. "I said...""I heard what you said," Cassius cuts him off coldly. "I just didn't react to it because I would be stooping to your classless level if I take up your challenge. Before I became a martial artist, what did you think I was doing? Playing with sand?"Bruh, I was a boxer! I claimed the title of the king of underground boxing! I rose to my mortal limits before I delved into the journey of martial arts. I'm a lion! A mountain lion at that! A rat like you just doesn't stand a chance. Without my powers, I will still beat you black and blue! Even our female slave will achieve s
In the Spears...After walking for a while, Gaius comes before a red mountain. The entirety of the mountain is so red resembling a volcanic mountain. And the heat it exudes is so intense that it can dissolve an ordinary mortal even from twenty meters away. Even Gaius though a powerful artist can only go as far as ten meters deeper before stopping in his tracks. Clearly, he knows if he went any further, he would be dissolved in the blink of an eye. Looking at a certain spot at the foot of the mountain that looks like a door, Gaius channels his energy into his vocal cord and yells, "Father, I, Gaius Spear, the Grand Patriarch, has come to see you. Please come out and have a few words with your son."There is total silence for a few minutes before a red light flickers and an aged man appears in front of him. The entire being of the aged man exudes a ferocious hotness that Gaius has to take more than ten steps backwards. Yet, even at that distance he can still slightly feel the heat. H
In a quaint old farmer's house, a middle-aged man, wearing worn-out clothes and carrying a watering can, whistles happily as he tends to his garden. Anyone who sees this man will naturally assume he is a farmer but only when you come a bit closer to him will you realize that despite his appearance as a humble farmer, an unmistakable noble aura surrounds him, comparable to the king of a kingdom. Simultaneously, a menacing bloodthirsty aura emanates from him as if he has lived most of his life on the battlefield.Looking at this man, it is as if he lives two lives as his appearance and aura contradict each other. However, he doesn't seem to care about those two as he continues to whistle and joyfully water his garden.Suddenly, a figure flickers across the old house and the middle-aged man halts his movement, turning to look at a certain spot. A frown creases his brow as his gaze lands on the unwanted visitor standing in front of his house."Your Majesty." Ignoring the frown on the ol
Not long after Draco left, his figure flickers back at the middle-aged man's house.At this moment, the middle-aged man is preparing to make himself a simple yet sumptuous dinner. However, feeling the presence of Draco outside of the house, he has to drop the pot in his hand on the kitchen cabinet and walk out of the kitchen and the house entirely. Settling back down on the little stone, he doesn't bother to look at Draco as he calmly asks, "What did you find out?" "His Royal Highness resides in East Veridora your Majesty," Draco replies. "His address and every other detail you might need is in this paper," he passes a paper to the middle-aged man, who accepts it and glances over it before putting it away."So how do you plan to travel, your Majesty? Should I send for the King's jet or would you be using public flight?""Public flight would be okay. I just want to see my son. Not make a scene.""I knew you would say that," Draco almost rolls his eyes. Rich people's ways are just so
"Hmph!" Natasha snorts coldly. "What are you pretending for? Don't you know why I'm staring at you this way?"Jordan chuckles wryly. "I'm no magician, how could I know?" "Hah!" Frustrated, Natasha grits her teeth. "I walked in on you scowling and clenching your fists! They were almost bleeding. You were so lost in whatever it is was making you scowl that you didn't notice me at all. "Do you know how long I've been standing in front of you? Now, quit pretending and spill the beans. And after that, explain why you didn't show up at work today and ignored my calls!""I ignored your calls? When?" Jordan's eyes widen and he immediately checks his call history. "Oh," seeing the numerous missed calls, he lets out a bitter smile. "I didn't ignore them, I just must have missed them.""That's a lie!" Natasha glowers at him. "I called ten good times. Ten good times, Jordan! You can't tell me you didn't see or hear your phone ringing all ten times! Okay, let me even take it down a notch. "Let'
"Mr. Callahan, have you found what it is you forgot? What was it though?" As they pass the receptionist's desk, the receptionist, catching a glimpse of Jordan, lifts her gaze and asks."Yes, I have, and it is...," Jordan pauses, a smile tugging at his lips as he glances down at Natasha Natasha beside him."What are you looking at me for?" Natasha turns deeper shades of red. She has to turn her face away him.Jordan chuckles and drawls, "I told the beautiful receptionist that I lost something, which was why I came back to the company, but what she didn't know was that I actually didn't lose something but someone. Now, I've found her and I'm leaving with her.""Aww, that's so sweet," the receptionist whispers. "I've been seeing you guys together a lot. It's a good thing you decided to allow love blossom between you. "You guys look so good together, almost like a match made in heaven! I can't wait for your wedding invitation!"Jordan stares at Natasha, whose cheeks are now as red as fr
"Let's sit here," finding a table close to the window, Jordan says and draws out a chair, gesturing like a perfect gentleman,"Please sit, My Lady."Natasha rolls her eyes and mouths a soft "thank you" before taking her seat."You are always welcome, My Lady," Jordan smiles and walks over to the other side, also taking his seat."Welcome to Sculpted Palate, one of the best restaurants in East Veridora, dear prestigious customers. "Here, we serve all kinds of sumptuous and luxurious meals. Here are our menus for your selections. The price of each meal is attached to it," almost immediately, a beautiful waitress approaches Jordan and Natasha and says with a charming smile.Jordan doesn't bother to accept a menu from the waitress. He says indifferently, "I'll have anything the lady picks."Natasha feels her cheeks reddening at that statement. She quickly takes a menu from the waitress and uses it to cover her face. Simultaneously, she glances over the pages.The next second, a frown res
Two days ago or thereabout, Isabella met with Henry Maguire who urged her to invest in Starwood Apparels. However, Jordan came out of nowhere to tell her that doing so would be the greatest mistake she would ever make. He even claimed that the company would soon be destroyed. He had been so confident in his words that she started doubting her decision. If not for Henry that urged to trust him even just that once, that was how she would have been deceived and lost out on a rare opportunity to rise her family back to glory.Now, when Henry asked Jordan what he could say considering how things just turned out, she had expected him to at least be humble and sane enough to apologize for spilling the trash he spilled the last time.Instead of doing that, he began spilling another trash and acting as if he was one celestial god. She is so infuriated and can't help but wonder how it could be possible that they were once married. At this moment, she feels divorcing him has to be the best dec