“Hold up! Wait for me!” Thora breathed heavily, gasping for breath as she frantically chased after Chris. Her feet tripped over the rocky path, but she kept on pushing forward, determined not to be left behind. He was walking so fast and she wasn't the type of lady that liked running in heels.Chris scoffed, hearing her footsteps behind him, he decided to slow down his walking pace a little. He was still mad at her for taking sides with Ansel and even though he tried not to show it, he was obviously angry."You almost killed me! My legs are hurting so badly" Thora said as she almost got to where he was.She tried stopping to catch her breath but her cousin didn't seem like he was going to stop.Chris continued walking even though he knew that Thora wanted him to stop.Thora’s head began to spin, her vision blurring as the blood flowed back to her leg. “Hold up, stop! I can’t keep up with you. My legs are screaming for mercy” She staggered towards a car parked on the street, leaning
Ansel shook his head uninterestedly before turning back to look at the old blade before him.He had no interest in Clara or her family, knowing full well that they were nothing but trouble. Clara’s anger spiked as Ansel dismissed her, making her blood boil.The blatant disregard for her and the Arlington's only served to fuel her indignation, her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists in frustration. Ansel was the reason for everything, if he hadn't told the police about Kelvin then she wouldn't have to go visit Kelvin every night in the cell.The Arlington's had taken a huge hit, and it was all because of Ansel. His actions had caused their once-thriving business to plummet to the bottom of the rankings. Companies didn't work with them anymore.Feeding was now a problem and they had to bring their precious items to sell in this little shop.It was their best bet and if they took it somewhere else, they might be chased out immediately.Mrs Arlington also stared daggers at Ans
Mrs Arlington froze, her gaze fixed on the expensive-looking fragments that were now scattered across the floor. The now broken plate looked like it could be really expensive and she didn't know what to do.Both Clara and Jerry were shocked, they saw what happened earlier and the situation changed within a blink of an eye.The slap intended for Ansel had missed and hit a beautiful plate.It wasn't just an ordinary plate, it had been placed inside a special thin glass.“Mom, we need to get out of here,” Clara urged, her grip on her mother’s hand tightening. “If we don’t leave now, they’re gonna make us pay for the damage.” Clara knew they didn’t have the money to cover the cost of a broken plate, let alone the potential damages if this escalated any further. She was scared, not just for herself, but for her family too. They were tight on money now and paying for this would be the greatest mistake they can ever make.Clara shot Ansel an angry glare before attempting to drag her mothe
Mrs Arlington, clearly exasperated, turned her focus on the shop owner. “If you're looking for someone to hold accountable, it should be Ansel. It’s absolutely absurd that you’re keeping us here when it was clearly Ansel who broke the plate and not us. This is ridiculous!” Her tone grew more impassioned as she continued her ranting.She wanted to get out of the shop as soon as she could.Even Clara was starting to get worried, she thought of a best solution and decided to quickly offer it to the shop owner."How about we leave our belongings here, including the ones that we intended to sell?"Mrs Arlington was shocked to hear her daughter's words.She said with a snort. "Stop trying to save his ass Clara, you are divorced. Even if he can't pay for it, he will end up paying for the money in prison."At this time, the shop owner dropped his phone into his pocket.He had just ended the phone call with the police officers and they were on their way, they would be there.At the sound of Cl
Ansel felt his eyes open slowly, a strange power coursing through his whole body.He felt like he had been reborn. His body felt even more energetic and powerful.Staring at the ceiling, he realized that he was laying on the floor, his back facing the marble floor.Was he knocked out?Ansel couldn't understand what happened, he felt like he had gone unconscious but what caused it?Unable to lay on the ground any longer, he dragged his body up from the cold floor.A virtual screen stared at him, floating on the air like a little TV screen.'What in the world is this?' Ansel thought aloud, his brow knitting together.[Click on absorb to activate]Ansel read the message with a straight face.He still didn't quite understand what the little virtual screen was.Why was it floating in front of him?Unable to believe what he was seeing, he waved his hands in the air, behaving as if he was about to catch the virtual screen.But his hands passed through it and it felt like the screen was untou
Ansel's lips curved up into a smirk.Most of the ancient knowledge that he had always wanted to practice had miraculously merged together with his brain.He didn't even have to open a book to remember the cures and treatments for anything.Suddenly Ansel remembered that he was here for a reason.He needed to get the devil's breath before it was too late.Ansel walked around the shop, his eyes scanning every corner of the shelves.His face lit up like a Christmas tree, a wide grin spreading across his features. "Bingo!" he exclaimed, the excitement evident in his voice. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he spotted the white sack containing the coveted devil’s breath.The devil’s breath was made up of what appeared to be a cluster of purple balls, from which a spooky, smoky substance emanated. The substance was thick and hazy, adding a supernatural quality to the herb.And that was why it was called the devil's breath. It breathed out purple smokes.Ansel approached the devil’s breath wi
The police officers were listening attentively when they saw Ansel walk toward them with an evil grin.Mrs Arlington’s voice was authoritative as she spoke to the officers, her contempt for Ansel evident in her tone. “Arrest him, officers,” she commanded, her facial features twisting into an expression of disdain.Ansel just smiled, he refrained from speaking because he was in a good mood.After all, he had gotten what he came here for."Go on, he can't deny it.""Can we hear from you?" One of the police men walked forward, ignoring Mrs Arlington and directing his question to the show owner.The shop owner went on to explain about what happened and the man nodded as he took down some notes.Then he turned to Ansel, expecting him to defend himself."These three people have spoken against you and they have sworn to be a witness. If you do not want to go to the prison then you need to pay for the broken plate."Ansel watched the policeman as he spoke. He had a straight face and didn't c
The police officers and the Arlington's left in shame after getting a small amount of money from the necklace.The rest of the money went for the compensation of the broken plate.Ansel stood alone, the quiet shop was broken only by the clatter of the shop owner’s broom and dustpan as he went about the task of cleaning up the shattered remnants of the plate. A glimmer of hope sparked in Ansel’s mind as he recalled his newfound “repair” skill. If his memory was correct, he now possessed the ability to fix the broken pieces, potentially undoing the damage.It was among one of the numerous skills that he had unlocked.Ansel thought it would be a good decision to test out his new skill by repairing the broken plate.He just needed to get it right on the first try even though there was evidence of doubt in his heart.He knew that he could still try his luck.The shop owner was about to start sweeping the broken pieces when Ansel said casually."Don't throw them away! I can fix it."The s