Harrington looks at Arthur and says with a helpless sigh, "Arthur, your offer is indeed mouthwatering. Any company would kill for it, but I'm sorry, I can't afford to partner with you at this moment when Anderson has already shown interest and gone to great lengths to secure the order. But not to worry, next time, we would surely partner with you.""I'm afraid, after now, there wouldn't be a next time," Anderson laughs loudly and grabs Harrington's hand. "Old man, come on, let's go make the deal official. We can't be bothered about insignificant people."Harrington glances at Arthur apologetically before nodding at Anderson and walking away with him. In no time, they walk back into the conference room with Anderson holding a document, a triumphant smile playing on his face."Old fogey, you are still here?" He sneers as soon as his gaze falls on Arthur. "Perhaps, were you thinking that it was a joke that I secured the order? In that case, do you want to see my signature on the paper bef
In a dimly lit luxurious room in the Cadens Manor, Layla sits on a couch with a white towel hanging loosely on her chest. Her hair is wet, seemingly as if she just got out of the shower, and her mouth is slightly parted open, soft moans escaping her vocal cord. Her fair flawless skin is ridden with goosebumps and her expression is strained. It's almost as if she's about to be overtaken by a mind-blowing orgasm. Layla's legs are spread far apart, one pointing south and the other north. And in between them, on his knees, rests a male slave, his head lowered in between her legs as he lusciously eats her out with reckless abandon and almost as if his life depends on it. The male's slave eyes shine with delight as he stares at her juice-coated pussy and his heart swells with pride as if he is eating a fruit no one of his status can ever be able to eat. Perhaps, that's true, after all, he is merely a lowly slave while Layla is a member of the prestigious Caden family, a family amongst the
"For a slave, you have quite the high taste, don't you?" Layla snickers, seemingly not offended by Aiden's request, a stark contrast to her well-known character. A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she teases, "How long have you been harboring this desire?""It's been so long that I feel I might have been wishing for it all my life, Mistress.""Oh really?" Layla laughs, feeling blissful. Being with Aiden brings her immense happiness. Truth be told, it's not that Layla had not considered being intimate with Aiden before, but his status as a slave held her back. She couldn't bear the thought of a slave like him having carnal knowledge of her. Moreover, she wasn't sure about his ability to practice safe withdrawal. Since she doesn't like using that artificial rubber, she could only avoid sex with him.Prevention they say is better than cure. Obviously, she can't see herself carrying his child. But at this moment, she is having the thoughts that it wouldn't be bad to give it a try, a
The grand foyer of the Xaviers Manor is filled with an air of tension as the family gathers, seemingly in a heated discussion. On a regal chair, sits a middle aged man, exuding an aura of a formidable leader. This man is none other than Rutherford Xavier, the esteemed Patriarch of the Xaviers and Logan's father. "Logan, are you trying to say that Arthur Smith was part of the attendees at Eve's Allure Emporium's just concluded meeting?" Rutherford asks, his cold gaze dropping to his son, who stands in front of him."Yes, father. I swear, I wouldn't dare lie about this. I saw him with my own eyes. It's fine if you doubt me, but you can't doubt Sir Anderson, right? He was there and personally confirmed that the old man is indeed who I say he is." Logan responds earnestly."Hmm," Rutherford hums. "After a decade, he suddenly resurfaced. Was he tired of hiding or what? Even if he was, knowing his Lord was a public enemy, why would he risk exposing himself in such a blatant way? Wasn't h
"Enough. This is not the time for bickering," Reginald declares, slamming his hand on his chair. "Edith, how certain are you that the man you met is Arthur Smith?""Sir Anderson personally identified him. Without him, I wouldn't have known.""Mmm," Reginald hums and tilts his head in thought. "Opulence Heights has enjoyed peace for the past ten years. Why would the butler suddenly show himself? Are they trying to stir trouble and take away the peace in Opulence Heights?""Sir, my speculation is that he didn't anticipate being exposed. Perhaps, like us, he assumed the Callahans wouldn't be interested in the order. None of us, except Sir Anderson, recognized him. If Sir Anderson hadn't shown up, he would have left without anyone discovering his identity.""We can't afford to delve into these lengthy discussions that are of no significance to the matter at hand. Patriarch, pardon me for being so blunt but we are here for a reason!" Layla interjects."Oh?" Reginald raises a brow. "And what
Cornelius is silent for a moment before clearing his throat and saying, "You did well by coming to me regarding this matter. Years ago, I fought against that kid and ended up gravely injured. He was so powerful that he easily broke my meridians, undoing my years of hard work. "That's why I've secluded myself for the past decade and sat here trying to recuperate. If that kid is still alive as your words make it seem, then he must have gotten even more powerful. I'm afraid even with Mount Thunder Sect's interference, we can't do anything to him. In that regard, we can't take any actions against him.""But, father," Rutherford argues. "That kid killed so many of our relatives and destroyed some of our businesses, we bear a significant grudge against him. How can we simply stand back when the opportunity to take action against him has presented itself?""You came here seeking my counsel, correct?""Yes, father.""Then why persist in arguing? If you had it all figured out in the first plac
In the Cadens...After a lengthy walk that felt like an endless journey, Reginald arrives at an old house behind the Cadens Manor. He raises his voice, declaring, "Grand Patriarch, Reginald Caden, the current Patriarch, has come to see you.""Hmph! Too much blabber. What's the big deal about being a Patriarch that requires such an introduction? Anyways, you are of no use to me! Get lost!" A disgruntled voice responds from within the house and a black mist suddenly bursts out, speeding toward Reginald. The mist is so fast that though Reginald is a formidable artist himself, he couldn't notice it fast enough and before he can react, it's already too late.The mist slams squarely on his chest, sending him flying several minutes away. "Father!" he curses, standing from the ground and wiping dust off his robe. "I'm your son! Did you want to kill me?""Hmph! You're too weak. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. I was only trying to make my statement sink into you. Now, what are you
"Little information on what really went down ten years ago? Is there something I don't know?" Reginald muses in confusion and gazes up at his father."What do you mean by little information of what really went down years ago?"Archibald doesn't bother to answer that question. Instead, he asks, "What do you know about the incident of ten years ago?""On that unforgettable day ten years ago, the young prince barged into the Cadens Manor and began a killing spree with no just cause. Our guards were no match for him, as well as the elders. It got to the point that you had to battle him yourself but you were no match for him as well. In the end, the Callahans restrained the young prince and told us he had an energy deviation while cultivating, resulting in his craziness. But they never offered any apology nor did they try to compensate us. Not like we have would accepted any anyway." He pauses and after a while, concludes, "This is all I know.""Hmm," Archibald shakes his head. "What you