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The Majestic Heir Chapter 152 - A Price Well Worth It
"Young man, is what you're saying true?" Preston furrowed his brows."I would never take something that doesn't belong to me. Since the ring was placed in an auction house, doesn't that mean it was legally up for grabs for whoever won the bid?"Preston wasn’t wrong. Since he had won the auction, wasn’t the ring rightfully his now?Marc said nothing, merely studying Preston’s face. After a moment, he realized something.This old man looked like someone honest and trustworthy. If he weren’t, he would have been enraged by the suggestion that the Golden Nirvana should be returned to its original owner.Taking a deep breath, Marc didn’t hesitate to explain everything."You're not wrong. But I believe you'll change your mind once you hear the explanation from someone else."Without another word, Marc approached Harper’s car and gently asked her to step out. As requested, the young woman exited the vehicle and walked over to Preston, recounting everything she knew.Of course, Harper didn't a
The Majestic Heir Chapter 153 - Such an Identity
The Huracán Marc was driving continued trailing behind the Cullinan ahead for thirty minutes. The entire time, there was no conversation between him and Harper inside the car."Marc..."That was all the young woman managed to say. For the past several minutes, she had only been stealing glances at the young man beside her, her face filled with hesitation, uncertainty, and unspoken questions."Yeah."Like her, Marc responded curtly.It wasn’t that he was ignoring her. His mind was still preoccupied with the masked man who had just been taken into custody. Besides, he couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of illness does the person Mr. Henry mentioned have that would require the Golden Nirvana?Gathering her courage, Harper finally spoke up. "Marc, is what you said earlier... really true?" Her voice carried a trace of nervousness as she met his gaze. "Are you really Master Tilcott’s disciple?"A disciple of Master Tilcott. No further explanation was needed—such a status was nothing short
The Majestic Heir Chapter 154 - Let Him In
Marc furrowed his brows. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand how tightly secured—or even secret—this facility was. But he had to make it clear that he was here to treat someone. There was no time for registration or any other formalities. If the illness was serious, what good would it do to act only when it was too late?Just as he was about to open the car door to explain himself, a soldier suddenly rushed toward the guard, moving with urgency.“Let him in,” the soldier whispered into the guard’s ear. “He’s a disciple of Master Healer Tilcott.”An ordinary person might not have caught that hushed exchange, but with his heightened senses, Marc had no trouble hearing it.As if the mere mention of Helma Tilcott’s name carried unquestionable authority, the guard didn’t hesitate. He immediately straightened up and bowed slightly toward Marc. “My apologies, sir. You may enter now.&rd
The Majestic Heir Chapter 155 - A Sleepwalker?
"Mr. Belmont, do you see something?"With a furrowed brow and eyes widened in disbelief, Preston couldn't hide the shock on his face. There was a reason why the room before them had been left in complete darkness.But that wasn’t what surprised him the most.No one had ever been able to see anything inside that room under such conditions. Not even him—a level 55 cultivator—was an exception.Yet, this young man, who claimed to be a disciple of Master Tilcott, had accurately deduced that someone was inside. And even more astonishingly, he could tell that the person in question was exhibiting unusual body language."Hmm." Marc nodded. "Is that the person you were referring to?"Preston lowered his gaze, doing his best to calm his emotions. Is this truly the ability of a disciple of Master Tilcott? he wondered, unable to suppress his admiration. He's really something!"That's correct." This time, Preston's nod carried a
The Majestic Heir Chapter 156 - A Deliberately Delayed Answer
Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he continued observing the patient’s face and body. It was fortunate that the man referred to as “His Lordship” was standing and facing him, allowing Marc to examine his condition more closely.Hmm… He looks calm, but he’s actually aggressive, isn’t he? Marc mused, nodding to himself. The symptoms the patient displayed were something he recognized all too well. Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. That’s exactly what it is.“Mr. Belmont, please,” Preston lowered his head once again, pleading with Marc.Marc turned his gaze toward the major general. “Before I treat him, may I know who he is?”Preston hesitated, clearly uneasy. He didn’t want to reveal the lord’s identity, but it seemed he had no other choice.“I hope you’ll keep this confidential. Can I trust you with that?”Until now, Preston hadn&
The Majestic Heir Chapter 157 - No Peeking?
"Please get some rest, Mr. Belmont. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."One of Preston’s subordinates led Marc and Harper to one of the rooms on the fifth floor—the highest level of the building. Naturally, he didn’t bother assigning them separate rooms, assuming they were a couple."Thank you."Marc gave a slight smile before closing the door. The room, roughly five square meters in size, contained a double bed, a sofa and table, and a bathroom.Noticing Harper sitting silently on the sofa, Marc walked over. "You haven’t said a word for a while. Is something wrong?"Harper slowly lifted her head, her large, expressive eyes locking onto him. "So, you weren’t lying when you said you were a healer, were you?""Of course not. I’ve never lied to you," Marc replied, puzzled by her fixation on his identity."Then why didn’t you tell me from the start?" Harper’s expression was a strange mix of
The Majestic Heir Chapter 158 - The Fifth Appointment
"So this is why Helma didn’t mention the patient’s name?"The first rays of sunlight had begun to rise from the east, casting a glow on his face as Marc opened his eyes and glanced at the patient list on his phone.Marquis of Walenstein. That was all that was written on the fifth line of his list.On one hand, it meant he didn’t need to travel to the provincial capital since the patient was already nearby. But on the other, the way Helma had listed the patient’s name seemed a bit suspicious.The four previous patients had been recorded with full names, including their status and addresses. So why wasn’t the fifth one?Marc got up from the sofa on the balcony, where he had spent the night sleeping. Stretching his arms with his eyes still half-closed, he let out a satisfied sigh, as if to say that this wasn’t something worth worrying about.But in reality, it was far from trivial."I’m certain P
The Majestic Heir Chapter 159 - The Effects of Sunlight
"Major General..."A lieutenant quickly approached Preston, intending to warn him about the possible consequences of keeping the ceiling open. However, before he could say anything, the major general raised his hand."Leave it be," he said, noticing from the corner of his eye that Marc's calm expression remained unchanged, as if the young man fully understood what was happening—and what was about to happen.Roar! Roar! Roar!As more sunlight flooded into the room, Leopold's roars grew louder, resembling the agonized cries of a wounded beast, a feral tiger provoked by humans."I trust you now understand why I cannot take His Lordship out of this room."The sunlight did not directly reach the circular chamber where Leopold was confined. Instead, it illuminated the area outside the second layer of transparent walls, closer to Marc and everyone else than to the marquis himself.Even so, merely sensing the sunlight nearby triggered a
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Chapter 229 - A Little Secret
"You really think you can kill that man with just your cultivation power?"Leah had just stepped out of the courtyard, confident that everything was going according to plan, when a woman’s voice suddenly echoed in her ear.She immediately turned her gaze toward where the voice had come from—a vacant house, roughly five hundred meters ahead."A woman’s voice?" Leah muttered. "Who is she?"It wasn’t a shout, not even close. More like a whisper. But from that distance?Still frowning in confusion, she spotted a figure—faint, dressed in white, gliding gracefully forward. The woman’s dress shimmered like silk, catching the faintest hints of moonlight.It was two in the morning, and the surrounding area was dim at best. Yet somehow, the woman was already standing right in front of her."You want to kill Marvel, don’t you?""Who are you?"Leah instinctively clenched her fists, stepping
Chapter 227 - An Old Friend
Slap!“Dignity? Don’t talk crap in front of me! You’re just a filthy woman looking for attention, that’s why you ran off to the city! You just wanted a man to satisfy your lust, didn’t you?!”Ptui!Leah lifted her bruised face and spat—blood mixed with saliva—straight at Marvel’s face, utterly disgusted by his vile rant.“You animal! Your mouth’s just as filthy as your actions! Thank the heavens I dumped you—otherwise, I might’ve died today right alongside you!”Her body was weak, but Leah’s words were sharp, laced with venom.“Hahaha! Die? Are you out of your mind? How could a tiny scratch like this kill me? No, sweetheart. I’m the one who’s going to kill you!”Bang! Bang! Bang!Marvel balled his fist again and drove it into Leah’s gut—over and over. If she weren’t a cultivator, she would’ve
Chapter 228 - A Brilliant Plan
One day earlier."I don’t have much time. I need to take Marc out—fast. But that bastard Marvel... he’s taking my crew to rob a bank tomorrow."Leah muttered under her breath, her brow furrowed deep in thought.She had returned to Duskmoor with the intention of rounding up a few of her people to help eliminate Marc. But the moment she set foot in the district, this unexpected mess hit her like a slap in the face."What the hell am I supposed to do?"She couldn’t use her best men—Marvel had already gotten to them.“Give us the weapons and help us secure the money, and half of it’s yours.”That was Marvel’s promise.Ten million dollars. That was the rumored amount sitting inside the Central Bank of Cammont.If the job went well, the Larsian people would walk away with five million. With that kind of cash, they wouldn’t have to worry about survival for years.<
Chapter 226 - The Retaliatory Slap
"Was I too harsh on him?"Leah sat by her bedroom window, staring at the stars overhead, her heart heavy with doubt. It wasn’t that she wanted to slap him. She just needed him to understand how deeply she hated the way he had acted.But now, ten days had passed.No word from Marvel. Not a single call. Not even a text.He hadn't even tried sneaking into her house to see her like he used to.Every time they had a fight, no matter how big or small, he was always the first to apologize.If they fought during the day, he'd show up that night with a cake—"Sorry" written in frosting.If they fought at night, she'd wake up to find a bouquet hanging outside her window, and there he'd be, waiting on his motorcycle.But this time? Nothing.Not even a hint of remorse.Leah had considered going to him first. She was still angry—hurt, really. Especially because Marvel didn’t seem the least bit sorry.
Chapter 225 - A Satisfied Heart
Leah's body was sent flying over thirty feet from the force of the punch. The pain etched across her face said everything—there was a massive gap in strength between them.Boom!She slammed into a thick tree trunk, splintering it on impact.But as a cultivator, Leah wasn’t one to stay down for long. Gritting her teeth, she struggled back to her feet, still reeling.“Hahaha! That punch won’t kill me. No matter how far you’ve come in your cultivation, it means nothing if you’re still just a bastard like you.”Her cheek throbbed with heat where Marvel had hit her, but Leah burst out laughing. She was satisfied—ecstatic, even—that she'd landed a blow to his face in return.She knew Marvel well. He took great pride in his looks. Damaging any part of his body, especially his face, felt like a personal victory. One worth celebrating."Now look at you! Just another ugly bastard no one would even glance at! Hahaha! What a pitiful excuse of a man!"Leah kept laughing, a raw, triumphant joy bubb
Chapter 224 - You're No Match for Me!
Leah staggered back several steps as Marvel’s punch landed squarely on her rib.She still managed to keep her grip on both daggers, but her chest was tightening, the blow clearly affecting her.“What? That’s it? That’s all you've got?” Marvel scoffed. “Still stuck at Level 12? You must’ve been slacking off like crazy.”His voice was laced with mockery, and the smirk on his face made it worse.They used to be cultivators of the same level. But two years ago, right after their relationship ended, Marvel had gone into seclusion to focus on his cultivation.When he returned to Duskmoor two months ago, no one knew how far he’d advanced. Still, plenty speculated that his current power had to be at least Level 15.“Shut your damn mouth, asshole! I’ll kill you!” Leah shouted, forcing herself to stand tall.But the fire in her eyes wasn’t as bright as before. Deep down, she hadn’t expected Marvel’s cultivation to leap this far.“Kill me? You really think you can?”Marvel clasped both hands beh
Chapter 223 - Don’t You Dare Try That Again
Bang! Bang! Bang!A burst of gunfire exploded from the pistol aimed directly at Marvel’s face. Leah’s expression was cold, merciless—there wasn’t a hint of sympathy or sentiment left. All she wanted now was to blow this bastard’s face apart, just like she had done to that sniper earlier.But Marvel wasn’t just any man.Just like before, when he’d dodged point-blank sniper fire, he moved again—shifting his head left and right with sharp precision, dodging the barrel of Leah’s gun. The bullets tore into the ground, missing their mark completely.“Die, you bastard! That’s what you get for messing with me! You’re gonna feel everything I felt!”Bang! Bang! Bang!Fueled by pure rage, Leah kept pulling the trigger, firing over and over, trying to hit his moving face. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a single shot.And by the time the magazine was empty, not a single bullet had even grazed Marvel’s skin.Marvel wasn’t about to waste the opening she’d just handed him.“Stupi
Chapter 222 - A Relationship from the Past
No one knew that Leah had once shared an intimate relationship with Marvel. The young woman had kept their connection tightly under wraps, never displaying it in public—especially not with her father Lars around. Lars harbored a deep hatred for Marvel and all the shadowy factions lurking in Duskmoor. And Leah, of course, knew better than to take that kind of risk.But everything changed two years ago.Leah had planned to surprise Marvel—only to walk in on him wrapped up in a passionate embrace with a woman who wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.In that moment, Leah didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She didn’t even say a word.But from that day forward, something in her changed. The warmth between them vanished. She never got close to him again.In fact, it seemed like that very incident was what finally pushed her to leave Duskmoor—to become Violet’s personal bodyguard instead.“You
Chapter 221 - What Do You Want?
“Why did you do that?”The sniper's face—crushed beneath Marvel’s boot—was now an unrecognizable mess. But instead of looking pleased, the gangster boss stared at the young woman with a cold, piercing glare. Leah’s actions hadn’t satisfied him—they’d only raised questions.“Tell me why you shot him.”“Oh, come on. What are you even talking about?”Leah, the woman who had just appeared and gunned down the sniper without hesitation, shrugged casually. Her expression was calm, almost bored.“Why would I need your permission to kill someone who was getting in our way? Obviously, I had to take him out.”“Really? That’s your story?”Marvel narrowed his eyes, the intensity in his gaze sharpening like a blade. He studied her carefully, like a predator sizing up an unfamiliar threat.“Tell me—are you hiding something from me?”“Hufff... You're seriously paranoid.”Leah waved him off, shaking her head in exasperation, as if swatting away a pointless accusation.“Why would I do that? We came her
