2024-12-23 03:51:30The bodyguard placed Jeffery carefully onto the backseat opposite Rita. His breathing was shallow, and blood seeped through his shirt, staining the seat.
“Drive,” Rita ordered, and the car zoomed away from the alleyway.
She stared at the man in front of her, her brows furrowing even tighter as she remembered her grandfather's instructions.
Ever since she had entered Oakdale City, she had felt the silver bracelet on her wrist growing increasingly hot, especially when she sat close to this man.
She adjusted the bracelet on her wrist, wincing as it grew hotter, and her grandfather's words echoed in her mind.
“Your top priority in Oakdale isn't family business, although that’s important. It is to find your fiancé.”
She had asked her grandfather for further details, like his name and where he stayed, but he never provided any useful information, only hinting that the silver bracelet would reveal the answers when she met him.
“Could it be him?” she muttered, studying Jeffery's unconscious form.
Grandpa once told him that her fiancé was the childhood friend who often came to their family estate.
That little boy would often come with his dad to visit her grandpa.
At that time, they would frequently play together in the garden of the estate.
That little boy was gentle and brave, and she really liked him.
But later, they never showed up again.
So many years have passed that she had almost forgotten what he looked like.
She looked at the injured man now, carefully searching his face for familiar traces.
The heat from her bracelet was unmistakable—it had to be him.
She was thankful they had met, sparing her the hassle of searching the city.
“Miss Stirling, do we head to the estate?” the driver asked.
“No, take us to Saint Helena Hospital. Inform the doctors to prepare for emergency surgery. He won't make it otherwise.”
“Yes, Miss Stirling.”
Rita nodded, her gaze landing back on Jeffery, her eyes showing a hint of concern. “I hope you can survive so I can get to know you better.”
However, neither Rita nor the guards noticed the silver bracelet on Jeffery's wrist, covered by his sleeve, suddenly emit a faint glow as if a trigger had been switched on.
It shone for a few seconds, then transformed into an energy sphere that dissolved into his body.
In his unconscious state, Jeffery felt like he was in pitch-black darkness.
The light made him squint his eyes. He blinked, adjusting to the extreme brightness, then rubbed his eyes.
Floating before him was a tall, majestic man who gazed at him with love and care. The aura surrounding the man made him seem godlike, and Jeffery felt the faint urge to bow before him.
“Where am I? Who...are you?” Jeffery asked.
“You've grown into a strong man, my son,” the man said with a smile of affection.
“Son? What are you talking about?”.
His heart raced as he tried to deny the possibility.
From a young age, he had been mocked and bullied by his peers for not having a father, often called a bastard.
He had no memory of his father for years.
So, when this godlike man claimed to be his father, Jeffery's thought process was turned upside down.
“My son, I don't have much time left. Listen and listen well. I am no longer on this earth! This…form is merely a spirit I left in the philosopher's stone embedded in the bracelet you wear.”
“When you and your fiancée meet and the philosopher stones in each of your respective bracelets come into contact, you will receive my supreme inheritance.”
“If you are wretched, your fiancée's family will make you wealthy beyond compare.”
“If you are a genius, compatible with alchemy, then, with my inheritance, nothing can stand in your way on Earth.”
“I am looking forward to seeing you, my son. Remember my name: I am Luka Flamel, the greatest alchemist in the universe.”
After conveying the message, the light around him began to dissipate.
“No, wait!” Jeffery moved, trying to reach him.
But it was futile. The spirit dissipated into nothingness, leaving the space in darkness once again.
Suddenly, he grabbed his head and screamed in pain as he felt a massive overload of memories infusing themselves into his psyche.
Finally, as if eons had passed, Jeffery opened his eyes, and a dazzling light shone through them, causing the space to collapse.
He squinted his eyes and woke up in the real world, grunting as he found himself sitting on a luxurious bed. The room oozed wealth and class.
When he turned, he came face to face with a peerless beauty who stole his breath.
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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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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
