Cellinina opened her eyes; everywhere was white with no structure. She couldn't even identify where she was. The last thing she remembered was her death. "Is this heaven?" she murmured to herself and stood up, then looked around. She wanted to yell, to shout, but couldn't find her voice. "Where am I?" she asked herself again. Just then, a woman dressed in white clothes appeared. She was fair and had long white hair. "Hey, dear," she called, and Cellinina immediately turned around to her. She was terrified and grasped. "Please, who are you?" she asked. The woman smiled and walked closer to her. "I am one of the ancestors of the gods of wealth, and you are my descendant."Cellinina frowned, confused. "The mother of wealth?". "Yes, and you are destined to be with Mlynar till the old age, so it is not yet your time. Go back and live," she said. "With him, you shall build a world without any realm interference." Cellinina nodded, and everything turned very white and bright that she
Mlynar arrived the wasteland, and was shocked to see everything in, it was burnt down to ashes, many displaced people."Kathie", is all what he could if as he ran and dashed straight to her house, getting there, she was her and her brother,sitting on the bare ground, Beside the burnt of thier house. he walked slowly towards them."Kathie", he called her name, kathie looked at her blankly, her face look dead.Mlynar bent in front of her, "Kathie, tell me what happened".she mumbled as tears streamed from her eyes, "we don't know, it came on a sudden, there was fire everywhere, all place was brunt down, it was raining of fire and we don't even know where it was coming from".Mlynar was surprised by this, he asked, "so, where is my father and yours"."they left to find the sources and they never come back, this was phenomenal, it was like the gods was angry at us, the fire was coming straight from the cloud", she said and weep.Mlynar moved closer towards her and hugged her, "I am sure m
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"Divorce agreement..." Mlynar scanned the document and couldn't believe what he was reading. He raised his head and stared at the secretary, Ms. Riley, who looked at him as if he weren't there. "What's this?" he mumbled. But Ms. Riley, his wife's secretary, only gave him a contemptuous look. Mlynar was astounded, the secretary who used to treat him with respect, had suddenly changed. She became condescending, tapping the papers with her fingernails in disgust "This is a divorce agreement from Cynthia. She wants a divorce, is this hard for you to understand?" Before Mlynar could react, the secretary's rebuke came like a storm. "You have nothing to do at home every day, and it would be a humiliation to have you attend any business occasion. The board of directors uses you to attack Cynthia every time, so you still want to stay by her side?" "You are not fit for Ms. Cynthia and the success of this company. Sign and get some compensation, or watch your life crumble". "Is this wha
Mlynar stormed out of the office, filled with rage and sadness; he loved Cynthia and didn't want to leave her, but that didn't mean he could tolerate such humiliation. He was about to leave the company when his phone rang. Mlynar found an unfamiliar number displayed on the phone screen, he picked it up, "Who is this." "I am Fredy lee, the president of the nexus consortium, I heard today is your wedding anniversary, I am coming to you with some gift which you would like." Mlynar breathed heavily, "Don't worry, It is of no need." Mlynar knows Mr. Fredy, but he wonders how he knew him. He never mentioned his past to anyone in the Lothric city, not even his beloved wife. He had been hiding all about him, even as a divine healer... as a member of the Nearl family. "What do you really want?", Mlynar asked. "I need your help, my friend has been on a grave illness for days, and at the verge of death, we need your help." "I don't care how you know about me, but I am not for that." "I k
"How dare you!" Mlynar yelled. Mrs. Lucas was shocked by his sudden transformation. "How dare you yell at my son!" Then, he bent down to pick up the pieces, and inside the broken cross was a symbol, something triangular. "What's that?" Mrs. Lucas curiously asked. "It's an heirloom, the only thing that holds my mother's memories," he said."Oh! Even poor people have an heirloom... I think that is the reason you remain poor, it is being transferred from your mom to you," Frodo said."Don't speak ill of my mom," he snapped at him."What will you do... Hell to your mom?" he... This made Mlynar so angry that he couldn't hold himself any longer, so he threw a punch at Frodo's face.Frodo stumbled, then regained his balance and also threw a punch, which Mlynar dodged and pushed him away."How dare you touch my son, you've damaged his face!" Mrs. lucas barked."I can't stand it when someone speaks ill of my mom, even if it's you," Mlynar said with a stern gaze."Don't look at my mom with t
Mlynar and Cellinina were in the car, on their way to the hospital. "Thanks for willing to save my grandfather; I am very grateful," Cellinina stated. Mlynar politely nodded. "Take this as a gift for your help," she said, stretching a card at him. Mlynar just looked at it. "It contains 3 million dollars; you can withdraw it at any time." She offered. Mlynar shook his head, "Thanks, but you don't have to. I am not treating him for any compensation, and I can't assure you I will be able to heal him. If I succeed, I won't charge money." This made Cellinina admire him; she didn't believe there was someone as gentle and kind as him. She smiled. Just then, Mlynar's phone rang, and it was from Cynthia. Reluctantly, he picked it up. "Hello, I heard you hit my brother. Is that true?" she said with an authoritative voice. "Yeah, because..." he was about to explain, but Cynthia cut him off. "You really did, how could you? Just because I divorced, is that a reason you vent the anger on
Lapland nearly pulled out her gun when she noticed what Mlynar was doing—transmitting his Qi to her grandfather."Why are you doing that?" she asked him. After Mlynar finished with what he was doing, he faced them."It turned out your father was poisoned," he said. Shock struck both sisters' faces."Yeah, a deliberate poison, so I transmitted part of my Qi to him to help keep his Qi warm. Then you can give him medicine to regulate it. For now, he is weak. You can do that later."They nodded, and simultaneously, Cellinina wondered who could poison her grandfather."Don't change his position; leave him in the posture. Make sure any medicine must be prepared by both of you."They nodded in understanding again."I will be going now; don't change his posture," he warned them again."We won't," Cellinina said, and Mlynar headed out.Not long after, the chief doctor entered, shocked to see Mr. Saluzzo in a sitting posture."What... What are you thinking? Who sat him down?" he asked angrily.