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The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
The Majestic Heir 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
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Chapter 230 - A Tense Night
Spurt!Thick, dark blood—so dark it was nearly brown—spurted from Leah’s mouth as Mya withdrew her palms from the girl’s back. The blood was the residue of the filthy, corrupted energy clinging to her damaged organs.“Well, I can feel your pulse returning to normal. You should be feeling a lot better now.”Mya pulled a small porcelain vial from the pocket of her evening gown, uncorked it, and popped two white pills into her mouth. She swallowed them in one go. Channeling most of her inner energy into Leah had drained her physically. She needed something fast to help her recover.Leah, on the other hand, said nothing. Her eyes closed as she placed her hands together in front of her chest. She took a deep breath. Suddenly, her face tightened, and her body began to tremble. Beads of sweat poured down her skin, soaking the shirt beneath her jacket.Yes—she was circulating the internal energy she’d receive
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 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."There’s no way I can change their minds now. I have to go with them."Leah kept pacing, muttering as she pieced her plan together.
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 died from the first round of blows. Leah had to focus her inner energy on the points where his fists landed, trying to shield her internal organs.But then, one of his punches struck a vital spot.
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
