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Aadam’s jaw tightened as Cora continued her tirade. Her voice grated on him, and he couldn’t help but wonder, for the hundredth time, how he’d ever been involved with her. He glared at her, his eyes sharp with warning, but she ignored him, her lips curling into a smug smile.Rita’s gaze flicked to Cora, her expression calm but her eyes cold. “Is that so?” she said evenly, stepping down from the stage.The room went silent. All eyes were on Rita as she crossed the floor.She stopped in front of Cora, her presence commanding.“What did you just say?” Rita asked quietly.Cora smirked, tilting her chin defiantly. “I said—”Before she could finish, Rita’s hand connected with her cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoed across the room. Gasps rippled through the crowd as Cora’s head snapped to the side, her hand flying to her stinging cheek.The room remained heavy with silence, the sharp sound of the slap still ringing in the air. Rita’s gaze didn’t waver as she stared down at Cora.“
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 31
The celebration carried on, with Rita introducing Jeffery to influential guests. He noticed how some young, eligible men shot him glares, clearly envious of the attention Rita was giving him. He ignored them. The female guests were equally interested, but none held his gaze—none could match Rita’s splendor.As the night wound down, guests left one after another until only Rita, Jeffery, and Mr. Prescott remained in the manor.Rita sat with Prescott, discussing matters in low tones, while Jeffery stood off to the side, sipping his wine. His eyes never left Prescott’s chest. The black smoke curling from the old man’s lungs was worse than before—thicker, heavier. Decay was setting in fast.Jeffery exhaled sharply and set his glass down. He had to say something.“Your lungs are deteriorating,” he stated flatly, cutting through the quiet. “You need immediate treatment.”Prescott’s expression darkened. He turned to Jeffery, his jaw tight.“I’ve had enough of your nonsense,” he snapped. “Yo
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 32
Jeffery bid Rita farewell, offering her his arm for a brief stroll through the manor grounds. The night air was cool, crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant flowers. They spoke little, but the silence was comfortable. When they reached the gates, she hesitated, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she simply nodded. He returned the gesture and walked off into the night.By the time he arrived at his own manor, the warmth of the evening had faded. He loosened his tie, shrugging off the tailored suit with relief. The fabric had felt stifling all night. A warm bath came next, the heat soaking into his muscles, easing the tension in his shoulders.Afterward, dressed in simple, comfortable clothes, he settled into his study. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering lamp beside him. He had intended to meditate, to delve into the alchemical inheritance carved into his mind, but his thoughts lingered elsewhere.Rita.She had stood u
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 33
Silence lingered, stretching between them. Rita’s fingers traced the edge of the phone, her mind spinning. There was something about Jeffery's response that unsettled her—and intrigued her.She had expected resistance, doubt, even hesitation. But instead, he had accepted the challenge without a second thought.“You’re brave,” she muttered, her voice soft.Jeffery’s chuckle came through the line, warm and self-assured. “It’s just who I am.”Rita felt a strange heat rise in her cheeks. She didn’t expect this from him. Boldness like that was... unexpected, and oddly attractive.She cleared her throat, forcing the thoughts away. “It’s going to be dangerous, you know.”Jeffery’s reply was instant. “Doesn’t matter.”Her heart skipped a beat. She could feel the intensity of his words, and it caught her off guard.“You’re impossible,” she said, attempting to regain control.“I can be,” he teased.Rita took a breath, steadying herself. “I believe you.” Then, after a pause, she added, “But you
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 34
Rita stood by the doorway, arms folded, watching Mr. Prescott clutch his abdomen. The pained expression on his face, contorted with agony, was a rare sight—one she hadn’t expected to witness so soon. Jeffery’s diagnosis had come true faster than she’d anticipated. Prescott had barged back into her manor, his steps unsteady, before she’d had him seated on the couch.A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Back already?” she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Looks like you’re in pain. What happened to you, Mr. Prescott? You didn’t seem to have any trouble when you left.”Prescott ignored her jibe, his face twisted in discomfort. “Please, Rita,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Call your private doctors. I need help. Fast.”Rita’s smirk deepened. Her satisfaction was palpable, a quiet victory settling in her chest. She’d been waiting for this moment, and now it had arrived. Still, she didn’t intend to give him the satisfaction of receiving help from Jeffery, not when the man
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 35
Prescott's breathing grew shallow, his face twisted with agony. "Where is he?" he asked, his voice trembling with desperation.Rita shot him a cold look. "Calm down, Prescott. I'll call him now."She pulled out her phone and dialed Jeffery’s number, but as they waited, a faint ringing echoed from the living room. Rita turned toward the sound, her eyes narrowing.There, on the couch, lay Jeffery’s phone—its screen flashing with each ring. He had gone out without it."Unbelievable," Rita muttered under her breath, frustration creeping into her voice.Prescott’s discomfort intensified. His vision blurred as the pain surged, and he yelled in hysteria, “Find him! Now! He’s the only one who can help me!”Rita sneered, the edge of her words sharp as she spoke to the driver. “Go find him, then.” Her gaze flicked back to Prescott, her voice cold. “This is your fault. If you’d listened to Jeffery’s warnings before, none of this would have happened. So stop blabbering in my face, and let me thi
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Before Jeffery could respond, the driver stormed forward, his face twisted with frustration."Where the hell have you been?" the driver barked, his voice echoing through the room. "Do you even know we’ve been waiting for you all night?"Jeffery’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into thin slits. Rage simmered beneath the surface, but for Rita’s sake, he swallowed it down. His voice was flat, controlled."I had something to deal with."The driver scoffed, undeterred. "What? Did you spend the night at some brothel? Is that what was so important?"Jeffery’s glare snapped to the driver like a whip. The room seemed to darken, the air growing heavier. His eyes, sharp as blades, bore into the man.The driver’s voice died in his throat. His bravado crumbled instantly. In his mind, Jeffery’s figure had grown—taller, broader, more imposing. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, his face turning pale as fear gripped him.He stumbled back, mouth snapping shut, trembling under Jeffery’s piercing gaz
The Ascent of Jeffery Flamel; Restoring Alchemy's Legacy CHAPTER 37
Silence hung like a blade in the air. Prescott’s face burned with humiliation, his breath ragged as pain gnawed at his insides. He staggered, gripping the edge of a table for support, his fury simmering beneath the surface.His bloodshot eyes snapped to Rita. "This—this is the kind of person you support?" he spat, his voice hoarse with rage. "A man with no respect, no value. A thug in disguise! You stand there, watching, like he’s worth something? He’s nothing! Just a worthless bastard who should be groveling at my feet!"The insults spilled out, each word sharper than the last. But Rita didn’t flinch. She simply stood there, arms crossed, her expression blank save for the faintest flicker of irritation in her eyes.When Prescott finally ran out of breath, Rita’s lips curled into a slow, cold smile."Are you done?" she asked quietly.Prescott’s face twisted with rage, but before he could respond, Rita stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor."Let me correct
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Cora gave a slow nod, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Smart move, Aadam. Aligning with Bob will open doors for you."She turned thoughtful, her eyes scanning the glittering ballroom. Then, as if struck by a thought, she asked, "Between the Prescots and the Stirlings, who holds more power?"Aadam exhaled, shaking his head. "That’s like comparing a chicken to a phoenix. The Prescots may have influence here, but the Stirlings? They operate on a whole different level—global connections, old money, untouchable power."But then, his lips curled into a smirk, his tone turning sly. "Speaking of power, did you know Bob’s got a thing for Rita Stirling? He’s been after her for ages, even came back to Oakland because of all the rumors surrounding her and Jeffery."Cora's eyes widened, excitement flashing in them. "Wait—so that bastard Jeffery… does this mean he's in trouble?"Aadam chuckled, a dark glint in his gaze. "Bingo. Bob’s not the type to take no for an answer, especially when it
CHAPTER 45
A few days later, Jeffery sat in his study, crafting more Vireon pills. His hands moved with precision—measuring, grinding, refining.The Xiangling grass had done more than expected. His cultivation had soared, strength humming beneath his skin.He flexed his fingers, watching faint arcs of golden energy flicker along his knuckles.His senses had sharpened—he could hear the subtle crackling of the flame, feel the shift in air currents, even sense the faint spiritual resonance of the herbs before him.It was intoxicating.A grin tugged at his lips.This was power.A sharp ringtone cut through the quiet.Jeffery grabbed his phone. Rita.He answered."Rita."“Hey, Jeffery. Hope I’m not disturbing you.”He set his tools aside. “Not at all.”They exchanged brief pleasantries before Rita got to the point. “Bob’s hosting a cocktail party. He invited me, but I don’t want to go. I want you to attend in my place.”Jeffery frowned. Bob—that self-centered, bratty rival of his.The last time the
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Jeffery leaned back in his chair, studying Rita carefully. She was serious about this.Not just in an opportunistic way—this was a calculated move, a long-term play.He folded his arms. “Alright, let’s talk logistics. You want mass production? That means ingredients. Some of these aren’t exactly stocked on pharmacy shelves.”Rita smiled. “That’s where I come in. I have connections. People who can get us the materials, no matter how rare.”Jeffery arched a brow. “At what cost?”She shrugged. “Does it matter?”He smirked. “To you? No. To me? It affects production timelines, quality control, consistency.”She nodded, appreciating his thoroughness. “That’s why you’ll handle refining. I’ll make sure the supply never runs dry.”Jeffery drummed his fingers on the table, thinking. “Scaling up isn’t just about having materials. It’s about ensuring every single pill is as potent as the first batch.”Rita leaned forward. “Then we control the process. Small-batch production, limited supply at fir
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Bob’s jaw tightened, his rage barely contained. "You bastard. You’ll pay for this."Jeffery let out a slow, mocking clap. ."Big words from a man who just got exposed as a fraud." His smirk deepened. "Tell me, Bob, does it sting? Watching your carefully planned act crumble in front of everyone?"Bob inhaled sharply, forcing himself to keep his temper in check. His fists ached to swing, but he held back. Instead, he sneered. "What fucking trick did you pull? How the hell did you get Rita on your side so fast?"Jeffery snorted. "Unlike you, I don’t deceive her." He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I treat her like a real friend. And yeah, I like her. Not for her money, not for her name, but for who she is. That’s the difference between us."Bob let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. "You expect me to believe that? Please. We both know you’re just Rita’s boy toy, clinging to her power and wealth like a leech."Jeffery tilted his head, unfazed. "Bob, let’s be honest here. Even if I w
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Bob forced a laugh, though his face betrayed his unease. “Rita, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to humiliate me. I would never get you something fake.”But Rita’s expression didn’t change. Her gaze was steady, unreadable, and that silence—heavy, expectant—made his heart pound.A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He swallowed hard.Damn it.His mind raced back to the purchase. He never got it at an auction. That was just something he said to make it sound prestigious. The truth? He’d bought it for thirty thousand dollars in a dingy little antique shop run by some foreigner. The only expensive part of the gift was the box—five thousand dollars for packaging alone, just to make it look high-end.At the time, he thought it was a steal. Now, it felt like a noose tightening around his neck.How the hell did Jeffery know?Shame burned through him, hot and unbearable. His ears rang. He clenched his fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface. He spun toward Jeffery, his voice sha
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Jeffery’s nose twitched. He couldn’t be mistaken. The faint scent wafting from the box was unmistakable. Xuanling Jade Grass. Rich in mana of heaven and earth.He inhaled deeper, and immediately, a wave of calm swept over him. His body, tense with restraint moments ago, seemed to relax of its own accord. The pressure in his chest loosened. He could already feel the power of the herb, the potency of its cultivation potential, as if the mana inside was already feeding his own energy reserves.If consumed, this grass would offer him the equivalent of half a year’s worth of cultivation. For Jeffery, a rare treasure like this was invaluable. It was an investment—one that would elevate his abilities beyond measure. And he needed it. Badly.Rita hesitated, her fingers hovering over the black box. “I don’t need this, Bob,” she said softly.Bob, however, wasn’t deterred. “You’ll thank me later,” he pressed, eyes glinting with barely contained anticipation. He leaned forward slightly, t
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Bob’s gaze lingered on Jeffery.He took in the plain clothes, the unremarkable features, the lack of anything that might make him stand out.This is the guy Rita’s wasting her time with?The thought burned in his mind.No, she couldn’t be serious. This had to be some kind of joke—a distraction, nothing more.He forced a smile and extended a hand.“Bob Prescot,” he said, his voice carrying just enough edge to make it clear this wasn’t a friendly introduction.Jeffery eyed him for a moment, his expression unreadable, before taking the hand. “Jeffery,” he replied, his tone flat, uninterested.Bob’s smile tightened. He didn’t like the way Jeffery looked at him—like he was already bored of the conversation. Like he didn’t care.Who does this guy think he is?Bob’s grip tightened, his smirk deepening as he applied more pressure, expecting Jeffery to flinch. But Jeffery barely seemed to notice.Instead, he looked down at their joined hands with mild interest, like a scientist observing an in
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Jeffery turned from the window, his expression blank once more, the faint smile gone as if it had never existed.He crossed the room, his focus shifted back to the task at hand—a small, meticulous operation laid out on the polished table.A jade-colored bowl sat at the center, filled with a faintly glowing powder. Several small, polished molds were neatly arranged beside it. He picked up where he’d left off, refining a new batch of pills he’d named Vireon—a name that hinted at vitality and resilience.The process was simple but effective. A blend of rare herbs, mineral extracts, and a stabilizing compound of his own design. When ingested, Vireon worked subtly, enhancing the body’s natural healing mechanisms. It strengthened the immune system, accelerated cellular regeneration, and improved overall physical performance. Not a miracle drug—but close enough to be invaluable in the right hands. It didn’t just ward off disease; it fortified the body’s defenses, making illness less li
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Prescott sat on the cold floor, his breath steady now, but his mind in turmoil. The echoes of his own insults rang louder than the silence around him.“A worthless bastard… a thug in disguise…”His own words felt like shards digging into his pride. He’d been a fool—blind, arrogant. The memory of Rita’s sharp gaze, her calm disdain, sliced through him harder than any pain he’d felt moments ago.He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “She was right,” he muttered bitterly “Damn her foresight.”Jeffery’s skill wasn’t just impressive—it was terrifying. The kind of ability that defied logic, almost supernatural in its precision. A man like that wasn’t someone to insult. He was someone to respect… or fear.The thought of reconciliation crept in, unwelcome but necessary. Only a fool would walk away from this without trying to fix what he’d broken.Prescott stood, brushing dust from his trousers, and raised his hand to knock on Jeffery’s door. His fist hovered mid-air, hesitation freezing him. He
