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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
The Majestic Heir Chapter 19 - Sending the People
At the edge of a pool in the backyard of a luxurious mansion in the heart of the city, three young men were sitting on a bench by the pool, each holding a glass of drink. “Boss, we've sent a few people to accompany Atticus. They should have taken care of that bastard named Marc by now,” Rowan said confidently. He had personally selected the four trained bodyguards earlier. “And I’ve given them weapons,” Caspian chimed in. “Not that I doubt the skills of these bodyguards, but wouldn’t it be more fun if they had to shoot Marc as he tries to run away, terrified out of his mind?” Caspian couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Reed remained silent. Lying on a lounge chair, his face showed he hadn’t been able to shake off the frustration in his heart. “No one should mess with the Kensington family, or they’ll be destroyed. This kid has surely messed everything up.” After witnessing Atticus lose in the competition in such a humiliating way, the only thing that could ease his anger w
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Chapter 60 - The Burden of Anger
Marc was still contemplating Randolph's motives when the car they were in passed through the inn's gates."Home sweet home!" Sasha exclaimed spontaneously as she stepped out of the car. After months of feeling like she was in hell at her own home, weighed down by one family problem after another, she found immense comfort here at the inn. Her expression made it clear—she felt like she was truly home.Sniff, sniff.At the same time, Marc's nose caught a familiar scent—the foul stench of flesh-eating creatures."Mrs. Griffin, Sasha, quickly get inside and lock the lobby door!" Marc ordered sharply, his serious gaze fixed on a distant point in the hills."Marc, what's going on?" Leonie asked, noticing that the young man's face was devoid of the playful expression he just wore."It seems we're about to have some visitors," Marc replied, narrowing his eyes as if spotting something far off. "No matter what happens or who tries to get in, except if it's me, don't open the door. Now, go!""Hm
Chapter 59 - “Yeah, Right!”
"What? What did I just hear?" Leonie couldn’t hide the shock on her face, though her scream of disbelief remained trapped in her heart. Marc is the richest young man in Cammont? Her suspicions felt validated. So I was right—he’s deliberately hiding his true identity!“M-Marc, oh, I mean, Mr. Belmont, thank you for helping us. We won’t forget your kindness, and we’re willing to do whatever we can whenever you need it,” Leonie said in a highly polite tone, bowing her head occasionally.“Not just all of Cammont—I’m the richest young man in the entire kingdom of Lanshire!” Marc declared, paying no attention to Leonie’s words. His gaze turned upward toward the car window, his chest puffing out proudly. “I’ll even be king of this kingdom one day!”Leonie turned to Sasha, confusion written all over her face. What is happening? she mouthed silently to her daughter, bewildered by Marc’s peculiar behavior.“I have no idea,” Sasha replied, shrugging both shoulders, equally perplexed. To her, Mar
Chapter 58 - In the Darkness of Night
Three hundred miles outside Cammont, three nights earlier.In an expansive forest surrounded by towering mountain ranges, there was a flat field as large as a football field covered in lush green grass. At its center stood a two-meter-high stone platform with a diameter of thirty meters. Around the platform, about thirty men in black hooded robes knelt in silence. Seated atop the stone platform were three men on intricately carved stone chairs.Dressed in high-collared capes paired with formal aristocratic attire, these men were members of the Dragusin family—a lineage of vampires who commanded the goblins of the northern territories. With shoulder-length hair and skin as pale as corpses, their faces were unnervingly handsome, as though sculpted with extraordinary precision. Despite being over three hundred years old, anyone who saw them would guess their age to be no more than their mid-thirties."Brother, we cannot simply stand by while the people of Cammont massacre the goblins." C
Chapter 57 - Decisive Action
Slap!The sound of a slap echoed throughout the room as Newell finished reading the document. "What is the meaning of this? Can you explain this to me?""M-Mr. Brown, what do you mean?" Winfield clutched his cheek, staring at the mayor with a questioning look. The sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the humiliation, especially since it happened in front of so many people. It was a disgrace he would never live down."You're asking me that?" the mayor snarled, tossing the document in his hand at the old man. "How could you approve such a ridiculous agreement?"Confused, Winfield lowered his gaze to the papers. The moment his eyes scanned the text, they widened in shock, and his face turned red with fury."You insolent fool! What have you done?" he roared, grabbing Erick by the collar. "This is your doing, isn’t it?""D-Dad, w-what do you mean?" Erick stammered, his body trembling as he faced his father’s wrath. "What are you saying?"Slap!Slap!"You bastard! Open your eyes and l
Chapter 56 - The Document
"Forgive me, Mr. Belmont, but what do you mean?" Newell furrowed his brows, his face showing a questioning expression as he glanced at Winfield and his men before returning his gaze to Marc. "Have they done something to offend you?"Although Newell held immense respect for Marc, it wasn’t merely because the young man had once helped him. Deep in his heart, the mayor recognized that, much like Helma, Marc genuinely cared about others and never acted solely for his own benefit. If the young man said something, it was bound to be serious and required resolution."You..." Winfield stared sharply at Marc, his jaw clenching as he trembled with barely-contained anger. The youth before him had brazenly labeled him and his son as troublemakers and had dragged the mayor into the issue. Even so, Winfield restrained himself from speaking or acting further, out of deference to Newell."They haven’t bothered me in the slightest, nor have they tried to cause any trouble." Marc shook his head."Then?
Chapter 55 - A Proud Officer
"Hahaha! What are you doing? Calling your parents to solve your problem? But why don’t I see you as someone from a wealthy family background?"Hearing Marc call for help, Erick burst into laughter. His face, which had been red with anger moments ago, now turned red from laughing so hard."Funny! So hilarious! This is the first time I’ve seen someone cornered call for help that’s utterly useless!"Not only Erick, but Ezra and everyone else present couldn’t hold back their laughter either. To them, rather than doing something serious, what Marc did looked like a complete joke.The atmosphere at the back of the eighth floor of The Atrium was filled with laughter when, suddenly, a firm voice rang out from behind them."Make way! Clear the path for Mr. Mayor!"The laughter ceased immediately at the sound of the voice. When they turned around, they saw a tall, muscular bodyguard escorting a man in his late forties. The moment the crowd’s eyes fell on the latter figure, they instinctively ma
Chapter 54 - Witnesses and Evidence
Leonie stood silently, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She had nothing left to say, as though her world had crumbled and swallowed her whole. Against these powerful figures, what could an ordinary woman like her possibly do?"Kid, don't tell me you're still not satisfied after all these people have testified against you!" Eric's sharp gaze bore into Marc as he pointed his index finger at him. "Right now, all the witnesses and evidence are stacked heavily against you. If you refuse to cooperate, I won’t hesitate to push for a life sentence!"Eric's stern and resolute expression drew admiration from the crowd that had gathered."Mr. Keating truly is remarkable. He has the ability to uncover even the most hidden truths!" thought the onlookers. They nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with awe and respect as they watched the officer."I almost mistook that young man for a hero—if not for Mr. Keating revealing his true face as a criminal. This city is truly fortunate to have a cl
Chapter 53 - Justice
“This scoundrel, Dad, this is the one I told you about.” Pushing his way through the crowd with hurried steps, Erick pointed his index finger at Marc while looking at his father. “Not only has this guy attacked innocent people, but he’s also been brazenly disrespectful and violated the law by meddling in Mr. Moore’s affairs.”With a disgusted expression, Erick kept pointing at Marc, passionately defending Ezra. Of course, he was doing this to make it clear to the businessman that his father’s arrival tonight was all thanks to him.“Mr. Moore, what do you think? I’ve never let you down, have I?” Erick whispered in Ezra’s ear as he approached him. “With my dad here now, there’s nothing to worry about anymore.”“Deal with this scum and make him rot in prison! I’ll pay you whatever you want!” Ezra, his eyes blazing with fury, could no longer tolerate someone like Marc walking free without facing consequences.“Thank you, Mr. Moore.” Erick’s eyes gleamed with delight. Since the businessman
Chapter 52 - Authority
"Mom, are you okay?" Sasha hugged Leonie, who was sitting on the floor, still looking dazed and unable to believe what had just happened."Y-yes... Yes.""Thank goodness. Everything is safe now. I brought security officers with me."Behind Sasha, two security officers scratched their heads, staring at the ten bulky bodyguards sprawled unconscious on the floor."Who is this young man?" they wondered, glancing at Marc. "His fighting skills are terrifying!"These two security officers were certified martial artists. In combat—whether armed or unarmed—their abilities were unquestionable. However, witnessing the speed and explosive force of Marc's punches earlier left them both holding their breath. Even a martial arts master might not be able to execute such precise and devastating movements."Sasha, take care of your mom for now. I'll handle this." Marc said firmly before opening the door to a room and stepping inside."M-Marc..." Sasha raised her hand, intending to stop him. Yet, for so
