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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 367
The Sovereign might have been locked in the Kindsor Vault like a moth in a flame-proof jar, but his pettiness? Oh, that was immortal.Stripped of power, buried under his own arrogance, and with a bruised ego that would need a millennium of therapy, he did what any unhinged, centuries-old maniac would do:He pressed “upload.”Across every major platform—news, social media, holo-channels, even kids' cereal box QR codes—a terrifying headline exploded:“CULTIVATION EXPOSED: GLOBAL THREAT OR DARK MAGIC?”Clips of Louis in combat were stitched together with dramatic music, voiceovers painting him as a “sorcerer manipulating world leaders,” while Eliza was dubbed “The Crimson Witch,” and Alexander? Apparently “The Mind-Flayer Monk.”The Sovereign's voice—somehow still smug through cracked teeth—echoed through the broadcast:“These monsters bend reality to their will. Is that power… science? Or sorcery?”Governments panicked.Special forces raided cultivation schools.Hospitals reported myster
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 368
He then unveiled the Kindsor Foundation logo—a phoenix and dragon intertwined, representing rebirth and discipline.“We are launching a global education initiative. Ethical cultivation. Taught to certified professionals. Not for domination—for healing.”“This isn’t a secret anymore. It’s a future. And the only thing you need to believe in… is potential.”The room exploded with applause.Even the harshest anchors choked on their skepticism.Governments that were seconds from blacklisting Louis suddenly applauded him. Medical boards requested access to his research. UN ambassadors requested private consultations.Garvos blinked at the incoming message feed. “...Sir. China, Germany, and Canada just offered tax breaks if we expand clinics there.”Eliza looked smug. “A senator just apologized and called me ‘Madame Healer.’”Alexander sighed. “Still getting alien jokes, though. One guy thinks my head glows.”Louis just smiled.“Let them talk. As long as they’re listening.”Even with the world
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 369
The tethers disintegrated, not with destruction, but with release.The victims gasped back to life, eyes blinking, souls restored. Thousands of them, all awakening at once.Eleanor gasped. “It’s working. Louis… you’re severing his hold.”Louis didn’t answer.He was already speaking through the energy lines, letting The Sovereign hear him directly.Hey, Sovereign. You feeling that? That tingly sensation? That’s what it feels like to lose.”“Every scream you silenced, every life you fed off—they’re waking up now. And guess what? They’re not grateful. They’re pissed.”He grinned.“You built your empire on stolen life force. I’m just returning what’s theirs.”Back in his abyssal prison, The Sovereign shrieked as his strength drained, his spiritual foundation crumbling like soggy toast.“YOU DARE—!”“Dare?” Louis smirked. “Buddy, I already did. And I did it with style.”As the last of the tethers vanished, silence swept the chamber. The once-dormant victims opened their eyes, no longer hollo
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 370
Desperation gnawed at The Sovereign like a starving rat trapped in a corner. His grand schemes had crumbled—his financial empire was exposed, his immortality shattered, and his so-called power was slipping through his fingers like sand.But there was one thing he had left: fear.In a move that could only be described as melodramatic villain 101, The Sovereign took control of a towering skyscraper in the heart of the financial district.Hundreds of employees were held hostage, their lives hanging by a thread. The Sovereign, now a shadow of his former self, had planted explosives throughout the building.Through a live broadcast, he issued his demand:“Louis Kindsor. You will face me alone or I will bring this building down. You have one hour.”The world watched in stunned silence as government agencies surrounded the building, helpless to act. No one had a clue how to defuse the explosives, and every effort to breach the building ended in failure.An hour passed.Louis was in his offic
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 371
The Sovereign’s face drained of color. He stumbled backward, his rage bubbling over into desperate denial.“No! I… I—” he choked, his voice cracking. “I planned this! They were here! You can’t—”Louis smiled cruelly, his voice cool. “I know. I watched your men drag them all out through the back. You didn’t notice your own team had already turned, did you?”The Sovereign’s eyes darted in panic. “This is impossible!”“Is it? Your men were paid well, Sovereign. How could I let them keep risking their lives for you when they could be working for someone who, you know, doesn’t keep them locked in a vault with no dinner breaks?”Louis casually strolled past The Sovereign and walked toward the security footage screen that showed everything. He hit a button, and the footage played. The Sovereign’s own henchmen were seen escorting the so-called hostages out, making sure they were safe.“I love when a plan comes together,” Louis said with a wicked grin, as The Sovereign stood frozen in humiliat
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 372
The Sovereign ignored him. His palms began to glow with black energy as he chanted in a low, guttural tone. His aura surged—frenzied and unstable.“I am the end, Louis. The final act of creation. I will bring the universe to its knees.” He paused, his voice laced with venom. “Behold my ultimate technique—the Devastation Field.”Louis watched as the Sovereign's energy began to concentrate, the air around him thickening, growing heavy with the scent of imminent destruction.The Sovereign’s aura expanded rapidly, like an invisible hand that reached for the heavens. “This is my final gift to the world—a hundred miles of devastation, erasing everything within its reach.”The ground beneath them trembled, the air crackling with an intensity Louis had never felt before. The Sovereign was sacrificing his own life force, using every last ounce of energy to power this weapon.Louis felt the gravity of the moment—the Devastation Field would be a death sentence for everyone in its range. Even his
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 373
The war was over, The Sovereign reduced to cosmic fertilizer—but peace?Peace had never been Louis Kindsor’s luxury.Not when the world still ran on fear.The United Nations building had never seen such tension. Nations from every continent gathered, fuming, fearful, and—most importantly—ignorant.An emergency World Cultivation Security Summit was held. Because when in doubt, bureaucrats panic and schedule a meeting with bad coffee and worse decisions.Louis walked in alone.No guards.No allies.Just confidence and a black suit so sharp, it nearly violated the Geneva Convention.As he entered the chamber, murmurs echoed.“There he is.”“That's the man who destroyed The Sovereign…”“He’s too dangerous to live outside regulation.”A delegate from the U.S. pounded his desk. “Mr. Kindsor, you've unleashed dangerous powers upon the world! Do you expect us to sit idle while you hoard techniques that could level nations?!”China’s representative chimed in: “The knowledge you possess must be
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 374
The world had just taken its first breath after The Sovereign’s downfall, and already it was choking on its own panic.Cultivation knowledge had spread faster than gossip in a high school group chat. YouTube was flooded with “Qi hacks,” underground forums now featured Qi-enhanced mugshots, and local police departments were losing their minds trying to subdue criminals who could jump rooftops or melt handcuffs.“Another punk used his meridian channeling to steal an armored truck in LA,” Eliza muttered, tossing a tablet on Louis’s desk. “His excuse? ‘Louis said everyone could cultivate.’”Alexander laughed bitterly. “We gave them the keys to enlightenment. They used it to rob a frozen yogurt shop.”And just like that, media vultures swooped in.“CRIMINAL CULTIVATORS TERRORIZE THE STREETS. IS LOUIS KINDSOR TO BLAME?”“KINDSOR’S POWER UNLEASHED A NEW WAVE OF LAWLESSNESS.”The headlines were clear: blame the man who lit the torch, not the morons who set the curtains on fire.Louis was summ
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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
CHAPTER 383
“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
CHAPTER 382
Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
CHAPTER 381
Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
