"Chairman Grey, my friend has sustained significant injuries to her face. Kindly arrange for your best doctors to attend to her," having killed Director Bill and exerted his revenge, Jordan doesn't idle around as he glances at Chairman Grey and says, his tone seemingly indifferent as if he had not just mercilessly taken a life.Without waiting for the old man's response, he calmly walks up to Natasha, who appears to have slept through the entire ordeal and is still in a peaceful slumber, and gently lifts her into his arms, walking into the ward a few steps away.As Chairman Grey watches Jordan's departing figure, he is overwhelmed with a deep sense of chagrin. Jordan had shown him no face at all, ruthlessly taking the life of his director right before his very eyes, and yet he doesn't seem to be the least bit perturbed by his actions. He even had the guts to request the assistance of the hospital's best doctors for his injured friend. How can any man be so callous and indifferent?He
In the ward...Jordan sits calmly before Natasha, his hand tightly entwined as he looks down at her; at her battered face. At this moment, he is so overwhelmed with guilt as he believes all this happened because of him.He had been too negligent that he didn't consider the lengths to which someone might go for love.If only he paid more attention to her safety, who would have dared kidnap her, let alone inflict these injuries on her?"My Lord," the door to the ward suddenly swings open, and Chairman Grey waltzes in. "I've arranged for three of our best doctors; they'll be here any minute," he announces with a respectful bow."Mmm," Jordan merely hums, not sparing him a glance."Chairman Grey, you called for us," soon enough, just as Chairman Grey stated, two middle-aged doctors suddenly walk into the ward, Doctor Sean surprisingly missing from their midst."Yes, I did," Chairman Grey responds as he turns his attention to them, his brow furrowing as he notices one person is missing from
Starwood Apparels, Opulence Heights...Anderson sits leisurely in his office with his legs crossed and a glass of wine in his left hand as he gazes at the newspaper in his right.At intervals, his gaze flickers toward the door, as if he expects someone to walk through it. Indeed, he does. Earlier today, he had his secretary send someone to keep tabs on Jordan and personally informed him about everything he should know. He then instructed him to report back to him once he had gathered enough information.Several hours have passed, and the young man is not yet back. Although he doesn't doubt the young man's capabilities, as he is an expert, he is starting to feel bothered. Could something have happened to him?CRACK!Suddenly, a loud noise rings out as something cracks against the window. Anderson, snapping out of his thoughts, instantly glances over to see what might have made such a noise, but there is nothing there. "Hmm," he raises a brow, puzzled."Over here, Sir Anderson," a chi
It's early evening...Jordan walks out of RoyalView Medical Spa with Natasha walking beside him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder and her hand entwined with his.Her face is covered in bandages, with only her nose, eyes, and mouth visible, making her almost unrecognizable.Before this moment, Chairman Grey had fortunately caught Doctor Sean before he could tamper with the footage. It turned out that Doctor Sean hadn't appeared before Jordan not only because he lacked the courage to face him, but because he had gone to erase the beginning of the incident from the footage.Unfortunately for him, Jordan had already let Chairman Grey in on the possibility of that happening so he was doomed for failure even from the very beginning. While he wasn't killed, he was dismissed from his position, and his photograph was distributed to other hospitals in the county.It's safe to say that he might never practice medicine again."Jordan," Natasha suddenly halts as if recalling somethin
"Jordan, Miss Nicholson," as Daisy gets to them, she repeats.Natasha stiffens, anger and fear flashing in her eyes. This is the lady who caused her so much pain and suffering. Hasn't she done enough? What is she doing here? She unconsciously takes two steps backward before asking as politely as she can muster and without any atom of anger in her voice, "Miss Kane, you rushed over to us in such a hurry. Is there a problem?"Daisy glances at Jordan, who stands silently beside Natasha without even sparing her a glance and nibbles on her lower lip, sadness clouding her expression. However, she quickly composes herself and offers a sad smile as she says, "Miss Nicholson, I was inhumane to you, and I've come to apologize.""What?" Natasha's eyes dilate. This is Daisy Kane, the Princess of the Kane family, a lady whose shoelace she is not worthy to tie. What could possibly make her stoop to this level to apologize to her, a mere country bumpkin? Could it be? She glances toward Jordan onl
The Vincy Martial Arts School has a bone orchard often referred to as Dojo Eternal. Dojo Eternal is where every member of the school both high and low-ranked is buried. This place serves as a tribute to their memory, a lasting homage that endures as long as the school exists. For some time now, Dojo Eternal has remained undisturbed, seemingly as if it has been abandoned. Only that it wasn't abandoned but that the head of the Vincy Martial Arts School had done a lot to make sure there wouldn't be any burials.However, tonight, after many years, Dojo Eternal is bustling with activity once again.In the heart of Dojo Eternal, on wooden tables, rest two white coffins, holding two pale middle-aged men dressed in military-like attire with swords on their bodies and their hands resting on them.Roundabout the coffins are the students of Vincy Martial Arts School decked in white garments, clutching burning candles, their faces bearing the weight of grief. And in front of the coffins, is an
Ethan's shoulders slump, and he lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to the floor. Every father's dream is to see their child outlive them. And it is considered a cruel twist of fate when a father buries a son.He has been trying so hard to appear strong but the truth is his heart bleeds and it's not just because he is burying a son at such an advanced age, but because he is burying his only son and the only person who should have continued the family's lineage.If Jackson had a sibling or left behind a son or daughter, then the pain might have been a little bearable but he didn't leave any, meaning that once he drops dead, the Steele lineage would come to an abrupt end.In such circumstances, how could he possibly be happy in letting his son go with such a simple farewell? His heart burns with an overwhelming desire for revenge. If only he could, the one who took his son's life would have been dead by now.But he understands himself better. He is just an ordinary elderly man, ev
Although the students of Vincy Martial Arts School may not have personally seen The Grim Reaper or known him, the school is filled with tales of him. The Grim Reaper holds a special place in the history of Vincy Martial Arts School as its founding ancestor and Vincy's great-grandfather. Many years ago, he was the one who established the school, but it was no easy task. He had to face numerous master martial artists who opposed the existence of his school. In his quest to protect and establish the school, he engaged in battles against over ten other schools and tens of thousands of martial artists, emerging victorious in all of them.The impact of his fights reverberated throughout East Veridora and shook its fabric, earning him the moniker of The Grim Reaper. He led the school for many years, but after he had an offspring, he inexplicably abandoned the school and went rogue, disappearing without a trace. His whereabouts became a mystery, and many believed he had met his demise. Howe