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The Divine Heir Status [II]
James calmed down a little and asked, "Irving, where did you earn this money?"Irving replied, "I was bored today, so I went to the ghost market. I came across a jade duck vase from the imperial court of Emperor Augustus of the Roman empire. I spent a few thousands of dollar to buy it, and then sold it again."During the whole process, Irving spoke in a normal and casual manner. That nonchalant tone was as if he had just gone to the vegetable market to buy a bunch of onions.But to James and Lindsay, it was a different feeling. If you were bored, just go out for a walk and you can earn tens of millions."Irving, you must be very tired. Sit down and rest first. Are you hungry? Mom will make you some side dishes." Lindsay's attitude changed drastically. The smile on her face was as bright as a flower, and she walked into the kitchen with the wind."Irving, Dad is here to have a few drinks with you." James took out a bottle of top-quality red wine tha
The Divine Heir What Would Be
"Ah! What do you want to do?" Linda was frightened and couldn't help screaming.Faced with Irving's questioning, she could only turn her head away, not even daring to look at him, and her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, like a live fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.The male body pressing on her was heavy, yet exuded a strong masculine scent mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol. Hot breath blew on her face, and it was a little itchy.As a virgin in her twenties, she instinctively wanted to push Irving away and angrily accused him of being vulgar and shameless. But, she couldn't. Irving was right. She was his wife. Whatever he did, it was as it should be.This day had finally come. She once thought that their "atypical husband-and-wife relationship" could last forever. During this period, she had tried to prepare herself mentally and become a real woman. But at this moment, she realized that she couldn't do it."You do it." Linda closed his eyes, feeling extr
The Divine Heir I'm Her Husband
Different from an antique appreciation conference. This banquet seemed to be smaller in scale, but the environment was particularly elegant. There were rockery and pond outside, green bamboo and red flowers.Inside was a hall that could only accommodate about a hundred guests. The middle was filled with seats, and on both sides were all kinds of delicacies, cakes, and drinks.Before Irving and others came in, dozens of guests had already arrived. At this time, the guests in the hall were toasting each other and chatting with each other. Hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.Irving and his companions were like invisible people. No one came up to greet them, and no guests came to say hello. Like a minion. Even Deputy Mayor Zhou suffered the same fate."Mister Smiths, I'm Wayne, I've taken up a few empty seats over there, come and sit down." Wayne guided them forward.As I walked to my seat, people around me cast strange glances at me, many of which contained a hint of surpri
The Divine Heir Third-rate Calligrapher
After hearing these praises, Farrell Martin felt satisfied and smiled broadly. He felt that his amazing talent had not been buried.Linda, who was humiliated, felt very aggrieved and her eyes were filled with tears. She bent down and tried to pick up the business card on the ground.However, Irving stopped her and walked slowly towards Farrell Martin.Linda, as well as Zuri and his wife, looked confused, not knowing what Irving was going to do.At the same time, Farrell Martin and his companions also noticed Irving, who came with ill intentions. However, Farrell Martin was fearless, his eyes full of contempt.When Irving came in front of him, he was about to speak, but was a beat too slow."Can you pick up that business card for the lady?" Irving's face was frosty, and he stared at Farrell Martin without a trace of emotion.An extremely powerful and domineering aura arose spontaneously.Farrell Martin was stunned for a moment, even a little scared. But he usually lived a life of luxur
The Divine Heir Competition [I]
A ninth-rate calligrapher?Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with puzzled expressions. Who is this referring to? It seemed that the only person present was a calligrapher.In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Farrell, with different expressions.Farrell immediately became furious, with a fierce look in his eyes."You are so rude, little brat.""Master Farrell's calligraphy is a rare masterpiece in the world.""How dare you, a piece of rubbish who can't recognize a great man, call our Master Farrell a third-rate calligrapher.""What are your qualifications?"Farrell's crazy fans jumped out one after another and started cursing.The public was outraged, and aggressive.Linda, Zuri and his wife took several steps back in fear.Only one person stood still.Towering like a mountain, it overlooks the world.Irving.He remained calm, staring coldly, standing with his hands behind his back. That look on his face showed that he didn't take the other person seriously and he remaine
The Divine Heir Competition [II]
This suggestion was recognized by everyone. If there was any dispute caused by calligraphy, then it should be resolved with calligraphy.Farrell was unwilling to be called a third-rate calligrapher.Irving, on the other hand, was dismissive of Farrell's calligraphy.In the center of the hall, the two stood facing each other. The area was filled with spectators, eagerly awaiting the upcoming calligraphy competition."You're just a brat, how many years have you been a human being? I have written more words than you have eaten. How dare you compete with me in calligraphy? You are a piece of trash who brought disgrace upon yourself." Farrell smiled contemptuously, thinking that this competition was a sure win.Calligraphy was not something that could be mastered overnight.Any calligrapher with a little accomplishment must have gone through years of hard study.Judging from Irving's appearance, he is at most in his twenties, and his calli
The Divine Heir Competition [III]
Everyone sneered and laughed.Irving remained silent.Farrel said contemptuously: "You little brat, you have nothing to say!"Just at this moment, a teddy dog suddenly ran in."Dodo, you can't go in!" A maid ran after him, shouting loudly. However, the Teddy dog was not stopped by the call, but ran straight to the center of the hall.One of the waitresses holding a piece of white paper accidentally fell while trying to dodge the teddy dog rushing towards her, and the white paper in her hand dropped on the ground.Maybe it was frightened or something, but the teddy dog actually started peeing on the spot.Someone quickly walked through the crowd and grabbed the Teddy dog.Looking closely, it turned out to be the short-haired girl."Dodo, I told you to play outside, why did you come in? You are so disobedient!" As she spoke, she patted the Teddy dog gently a few times.However, when the Teddy dog saw the hostess, it immediately stopped peeing.Lindsey said in angry tone. "Ca
The Divine Heir Competition [IV]
No one in the hall said a word.Farrel's face gradually became gloomy.After a moment, Irving's face turned cold and he pointed at the Farrell angrily. "Are you asking me what qualifications I have? Okay, I'll answer you now!"As soon as he finished speaking, Irving slammed the brush on the table. With a sudden leap, he leaped up and caught the brush in mid-air with one hand.Dip the pen in ink and put it on white paper. A stroke, a dot, a vertical stroke, a horizontal stroke... They saw him writing smoothly and his strokes were as beautiful as clouds and smoke.With one stroke, it looked like a horse running free from its reins, soaring into the sky and leaving in a cloud of dust. It was also like a god ascending to the sky, moving around, coming from nothingness and returning to nothingness.The almost insane impulse comes from the primitive vitality and contains the power of the world.Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a heavenly indulgence.Finally, Irving uttered the