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The Majestic Heir Chapter 11 - Too Expensive
Half an hour ago. A Cadillac V-16 entered the gates of Avenshill Street. Seeing its arrival, people instinctively stepped aside without being told. “Isn’t that Mr. Wellington’s car?” one of the antique shop owners murmured, neglecting the customer in front of him. Like everyone else, his gaze was fixed on the car. “What is he doing here?” As the owner of the largest auction house in Cammont, Arthur Wellington was famous for his close ties with the city’s elite. Not only was it common for him to lunch with the mayor during his free time, but he was also a close friend of Wesley—another prominent figure in the city. In truth, Arthur didn’t need to come in person if he wanted something from this place. Simply sending a representative would suffice; the sellers here would flock to his manor without hesitation. “Gentlemen, my apologies, but my shop will be closing temporarily,” the shop owner announced as he closed his store and followed Arthur, who had just stepped out of his car. Se
The Majestic Heir Chapter 12 - The Original
While the crowd continued to mock and laugh at Marc, three women stood with clenched fists, visibly irritated. “Look at him. This young man is truly outrageous. How dare he show up here with that fake painting?” Lala’s gaze was filled with contempt as she glared at Marc. “He’s just trying to grab more attention,” said Dolores, who stood beside her, nodding in frustration while keeping her eyes fixed on the young man. “He thinks his little act is convincing enough to fool even more people.” These wealthy women were the wives of store owners along Avenshill Street. They had come to meet Keith and report what Marc and the old man selling painting were up to. However, Arthur’s presence had completely shifted the situation. They might have had little trouble approaching Keith, but Arthur was a different matter. The Wellington family patriarch was heavily guarded by bodyguards, making it nearly impossible for anyone to get near him. And since Keith stayed close to Arthur, the three wom
The Majestic Heir Chapter 13 - Clearly Fake
“It seems that the painting is authentic.” That single sentence escaped the lips of the head butler. Yet, it was enough to make Arthur, who had maintained his calm and composed demeanor, turn his head sharply. “Are you serious?” The people in the room may not have been too shocked by Lyman’s statement. However, upon seeing Arthur’s reaction, those who had been relaxed moments ago suddenly grew tense. In an instant, the main hall of the Gems store fell silent. Like Arthur, everyone now fixed their gaze on the head butler with complex expressions. “I believe so,” Lyman nodded weakly, his eyes still locked on the painting in Marc’s hands. People might assume Arthur was the sharpest eye in the room. What they didn’t know, however, was that in certain aspects, he could be considered a “student” of Lyman. Flashback to ten years ago, when Arthur’s love for art was merely a hobby. He traveled to many countries, attending antique exhibitions and auctions. During one of his visits to Eas
The Majestic Heir Chapter 14 - Food Eating Competition
"Sir, I have given your business card to Mr. Belmont, as you instructed." Lyman was about to close the door of the Cadillac for Arthur when a second man stopped him. "Come in." Usually, Lyman wasn’t in the same car as Arthur, but this time his master had instructed him to come along. "I’m still curious, how did you figure out that the Flower painting was the original?" After telling the driver to proceed, Arthur’s face showed signs of restlessness. He couldn’t feel at ease until he secured that painting. "Do you still remember Elizabeth's painting style?" Maria Elizabeth, a legendary painter who passed away almost a century ago, had a tendency to subtly and uniquely blend her name into one part of the objects she painted. "Yes, the name embedded, right?" Arthur replied. "I saw it in Oliver’s painting." "Exactly! But that’s what sets it apart from Mr. Belmont’s painting. The name Elizabeth in Oliver's painting was written in a brighter color, different from all the other colors i
The Majestic Heir Chapter 15 - Very Slow
"To the ten registered participants, please make your way to the podium." The announcer's voice echoed throughout the restaurant hall, met with loud applause from the audience. As instructed, one by one, the contestants, all of whom were quite overweight, ascended the platform. Among them, Atticus, the heaviest contestant, received the warmest reception. "Atticus, my idol! You’re definitely going to win again this time!" Nine participants had already taken their places in front of the tables set up for them. Only the last table remained empty. "Mr. Augusto Blackwood, please make your way to the podium." The announcer called for Augusto a third time, awaiting his decision. "Since contestant number ten is absent, I have decided to..." But before he could finish his sentence, someone suddenly appeared from the crowd and climbed onto the stage. "Wait. I’m here to represent Augusto." As Marc stepped forward, the entire hall fell silent for a brief moment, before erupting in laughte
The Majestic Heir Chapter 16 - The Decisive Round
"He's got some nerve asking for more dishes?" someone in the audience shouted, their voice ringing with disbelief. "He's completely shameless!" The audience, already on edge, rose from their seats to protest. But as the camera, mounted high on the hall ceiling and aimed at Marc’s table, captured the moment, every single one of them froze in disbelief. “Th-this can’t be real…” When everyone thought the winner was clear, they realized how wrong they had been. On the giant screen, it was evident—Marc’s bowls and trays were completely clean. Not a trace of eggs, noodles, or meat remained. Even the chicken bones were stripped bare, leaving no scraps of meat behind. Even Atticus, who had been laughing triumphantly moments ago, confident in his victory, fell silent. “What? He finished his food?” His face showed an expression of utter shock and confusion. “Why are you just standing there?” Marc turned to the host, who was still paralyzed in disbelief. “Come on, bring out the next dish!”
The Majestic Heir Chapter 17 - The Final Tactic
“Y-you…” The host clenched his fists, his face tense with frustration. How could the competition continue when it was clear to everyone that Atticus was at his limit? Granting Marc’s request would only guarantee the defeat of the overweight youth, something the host was desperate to avoid. “What is going on here? Why hasn’t he done anything yet?” Reed slammed the table, clearly dissatisfied with the host’s efforts. With a sharp gesture, he motioned for the host to follow him backstage. “What are you thinking? Aren’t you listening to me?” Reed barked, letting his anger explode. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kensington. It’s not that I haven’t done anything, but…” The host bowed his head deeply, his voice faltering. “I don’t want to hear any excuses!” Reed raised his hand to silence him. He had already contacted the television network and secured Atticus a spot in a larger-scale mukbang competition. Letting Atticus lose now, especially to someone as unknown and frail-looking as Marc, would be a
The Majestic Heir Chapter 18 - Revenge
Augusto rubbed his eyes, uncertain how long he had been asleep. “Oh no, I must have missed the competition,” he said with a trembling voice, full of regret. The last thing he remembered was someone pressing his nose shut before he lost consciousness. However, as he looked around, he rubbed his eyes again. "Where am I?" he said, scanning his surroundings. It was a bed in a clean room. Before he could process where he was, his gaze fell upon a certificate on the nightstand. "Augusto Blackwood." "I... won this competition?" As his hand reached for the trophy with his name on it, beneath it was a check for twenty thousand dollars. Under the check was another piece of paper. "I hope your mother recovers soon." Augusto couldn’t stop the tears flowing down from both corners of his eyes. "Thank you, sir. Whoever you are, I will never forget your kindness." Meanwhile, elsewhere, Marc walked with a smile on his face, recalling everything he had experienced that day. "What a truly wo
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Chapter 202 - I Can't
"I-I... I can't sign it."The man in the blue suit stammered, his voice shaking as he refused.If he handed over all his assets, wouldn't that be the same as signing his own death warrant?"You insolent fool! How dare you say that? Have you grown tired of living, huh?!"Slap!A resounding slap landed on the man's cheek. Because it came from a cultivator, the force sent him flying a meter back, his face twisting from the impact. A searing pain spread across his skin, making his vision blur.But the torment wasn't over yet.The cultivator yanked him upright again, forcing him back into his seat."Sign it. Now. Don't resist. If you refuse again, I'll make sure you never show your face in public again!"The man in the blue suit sat dazed, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. Yet, despite the agony, he shook his head. He would rather die than lose everything he had built.“I have a wife and child to protect,” he told himself. “I'd rather die than see them suffer.”"You stubborn bas
Chapter 201 - Surrender!
"Oh, wait! Why should I be merciful? Hahaha!"Laughing uproariously, his body tilting back, Alistair looked as if he were toying with those foolish enough to stand against him."Since you've all chosen to stand behind this boy in defiance of me, you've sealed your own fate!"Pointing his finger at the people gathered behind Marc, Alistair's face twisted into a sinister grin. Any trace of patience and courtesy he had previously shown was now completely gone.It wasn't just Alistair. The other members of the Everstone clan were equally overjoyed, their expressions smug and victorious."That brat—Helma’s disciple—actually thought his status alone could challenge us? What a joke! Hahaha!"The bespectacled man threw his head back in laughter, his eyes fixed on Marc. Not long ago, he had suffered humiliation after losing an argument to the young man. But now, it seemed he had nothing to be embarrassed about anymore. Tonight, this boy and everyone with him would be wiped out.One by one, the
Chapter 200 - Fight Back
While Alistair remained frozen in shock at the evidence Marc had just laid out before him, the people in the room shook their heads, finding it hard to believe what they had just witnessed and heard."My God! So the accusations were true! Mr. Belmont wasn’t joking, nor was he speaking without proof! He actually has evidence!"It seemed the tide was turning in Marc’s favor, as one by one, members of Harper’s entourage began to acknowledge the truth in his words. At the same time, their perception of Alistair began to shift."I never would’ve guessed he only seemed decent on the surface, but in reality, he’s nothing more than a fraud!"Not only did they now look at Alistair with disgust, but they also no longer cared about his noble status. To them, nobility was respected because of the values they upheld. Unfortunately, Alistair had none of those qualities."Miss Winslow is lucky she met Mr. Belmont. If not, this scheming man would’ve brought great misfortune to her family."Minutes pa
Chapter 199 - The Evidence
The baron struggled to keep his anger in check, refusing to lose control in front of Marc. He knew that everyone in the room now trusted the young man implicitly. If he lashed out, he risked destroying his carefully cultivated reputation in their eyes."You forced my hand, so don’t blame me for what happens next."That was all Marc said before moving with a speed that ordinary cultivators—let alone non-cultivators—couldn’t possibly follow. In an instant, his right hand darted toward the left side of the baron’s tuxedo and pulled something from the inner pocket."See? Now, do you all understand?"Marc held a small pink ring box high in the air, ensuring Harper and everyone present could see it clearly."The man you all think so highly of stole this box from an abbot in Cammont," Marc declared. "And tonight, I came here to take it back."The room erupted in shock."W-what? Am I hearing this correctly? Mr. Belmont is here to reclaim a stolen item from Lord Everstone—an item taken from an
Chapter 198 - Confess!
"What? This young man is Helma's disciple?"Like everyone else in the room, Alistair's expression mirrored the same shock. Though he remained silent, his heart pounded violently in his chest."No wonder he dared to provoke me," he thought. "So it's because of his formidable background."There wasn't a single person in Wyndham who did not respect Helma. No matter what status Alistair held, he was no exception."Alright, it seems I can't confront him head-on. I'll have to change my approach."With that thought in mind, Alistair quickly composed himself, adjusting both his expression and body language."Oh, dear me! How could I have been so blind to who stands before me? Mr. Belmont, why didn't you mention this sooner? I can hardly forgive myself for not giving you the proper welcome!"As if all traces of hostility had vanished, Alistair spread his arms wide in a welcoming gesture."You should have told me from the beginning so we could avoid this misunderstanding. But as an apology, why
Chapter 197 - His Identity
"Then who is he?" Margaret's sharp gaze bore into her daughter, her anger unmistakable. "Who is he that you would go to such lengths to defend him?""He is Marc Belmont!"Harper’s voice was firm as she met her mother’s glare, then turned her gaze toward Edward, the mayor, and everyone else in the room who might still be doubting the young man."He is a disciple of Master Tilcott! He is the student of the very woman who cured Father’s illness—the woman to whom Father owes a great debt! Now tell me, do you still think it’s appropriate to treat him with such disrespect?"A disciple of Master Tilcott.As Harper’s words echoed through the room, the once noisy space—filled with ridicule, outrage, and the urge to beat Marc down—fell into complete silence. It was as if time itself had frozen, rendering everyone incapable of movement."A disciple of…? Did I hear that correctly?"Within seconds, all eyes were locked onto Marc. Helma’s reputation was too great, too revered—even speaking her name
Chapter 196 - Listen to Me!
"Uncle, Aunt, stop! Stop it!"Harper stepped in front of Marc, blocking them from attacking the young man."Enough! Don’t do anything to Marc!""Harpie, why are you getting in our way?" Dorothy, a middle-aged woman whose features resembled Margaret’s—though she wasn’t nearly as beautiful—tried to reason with her niece. She couldn't understand why Harper was shielding this insolent, no-name troublemaker."Let me teach this brat a lesson so he won’t go around causing trouble anywhere else!""That’s right, Harpie. I won’t let anyone ruin your special day. Tell me, was it this boy who poisoned your mind and convinced you to do something so foolish?"Dorothy’s husband, a middle-aged man, also stepped forward, eager to get his hands on Marc. His fury stemmed from the belief that this young man had manipulated Harper into calling off her engagement to Nicholas."Uncle, what are you talking about? This has nothing to do with Marc. It was my decision!""Wow, look at this! My own niece is defen
Chapter 195 - Prove It!
"You talk a big game, but where's your proof? Isn't this just empty rhetoric? If you're serious about your accusations, then show me the evidence!"At this moment, Alistair appeared serious, as if deeply offended and angered by the young man before him. Yet deep inside, he was laughing hysterically."Hahaha! Just because you have immense cultivation, you think you can threaten me?" he thought. "Nonsense! I will utterly destroy you!"Alistair knew that directly threatening Marc would only paint a bad image of himself in the eyes of those around him. Moreover, if a fight broke out, he might lose some of his own cultivators.But if he took a different approach—countering the young man’s accusations with a compelling argument—it would be the best way to safeguard his reputation and integrity. Even more than that, it would make the people believe in him even more.Ten seconds passed. Marc simply stared at Alistair with a piercing gaze, not uttering a single word, making the baron all the m
Chapter 194 - Without Proof, Anyone Can Say Anything
What?The people accompanying Harper, especially those with ties to the Winslow family, were once again taken aback by Marc’s words."Is that true?"They might not have said it aloud, but the question echoed in their minds."Haven’t the Everstone family shown nothing but hospitality toward Miss Winslow and all of us? But... why is this young man making such accusations?"They didn’t want to blindly believe Marc’s words. But how could he lie—let alone make such a serious allegation—inside the baron’s own residence?Only a fool or a madman would do that! If he was saying something like this, then surely, he had evidence or something to back it up.The Everstone family members seemed to sense the growing doubts among the Winslows. And to prevent the situation from spiraling further out of control, someone had to take action."Well, well, well, what do we have here? Someone dares to accuse a noble family like ours with such outrageous, baseless claims? Hey, man, do you even understand tha
