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The Majestic Heir Chapter 30 - The Young Singer
"Come in, please." Keith forced a smile onto his face as he welcomed Marc into his house. Despite this, his mind was seething with anger. "Damn it! This brat is such a master con artist!"Just yesterday, Keith hadn’t cared much when the three wives of the shop owners said that Marc was a skilled con man. To him, no con artist or criminal could do anything in front of him. They would all kneel before him soon enough.But today, he had to suppress his anger even further when he saw Marc coming to his house. To Keith, it seemed like the young man was challenging him. And what enraged him even more, this damn brat didn’t come alone but brought a powerful figure with him. "If it weren’t for Mr. Robins being here, I would’ve beaten this bastard into the ground!""After deceiving Mr. Wellington and Mr. Skiyd, now he’s managed to con a butler from the Quentin family," Keith thought again, glaring at Marc out of the corner of his eye with anger and disgust that he tried to hide. "I can't let m
The Majestic Heir Chapter 31 - The Giant Rambutan
“Don’t worry, my dear,” Wilma thought to herself, unable to hide the sadness etched across her face. She knew how much singing had been her daughter’s dream since childhood, and she couldn’t bear to let her lose that dream. “Master Tilcott will surely heal you soon.”As her heart filled with thoughts of hope and prayer, Marc’s voice, though soft, cut through her thoughts like an unwelcome guest. “Have you ever eaten a giant rambutan before?”“About this big.” Locking eyes with Rose, Marc raised his hand as though holding a spherical object slightly larger than a tennis ball. “Yeah, about the size of a soccer ball… Have you ever tried one?”While Rose furrowed her brows in confusion, Wilma could no longer suppress her anger. “You! What nonsense are you spouting?” Her tear-stained eyes widened menacingly, filled with fury.Wilma had never shown this side of herself in front of her daughter, but Marc’s absurd behavior pushed her over the edge. “Get out of here before I truly lose my pati
The Majestic Heir Chapter 32 - Realization
“M-Mom...”Keith’s fist hung in the air as his ears caught that voice again—the voice he had longed to hear for the past year. “Sweetheart...” Turning around, Keith saw Rose smiling at him. “D-Dad...”“You... you...” Rose struggled to form her words, her gaze fixed on Marc as he approached her.“Don’t try to speak just yet. You need plenty of rest.” Marc shook his head gently, smiling at the girl.“Since you said you consumed a giant rambutan, as I suspected, let me explain a little about this fruit,” Marc continued. Unlike ordinary rambutans, which are usually the size of a ping-pong ball, giant rambutans are much larger and exceptionally delicious—the most flavorful of all rambutan varieties. Despite their size, the fruit’s flesh is tender, with an unusually small seed.“Among all rambutan types, this one might seem the most tempting. But no one should eat it.” Marc’s tone turned serious, fully aware of the hidden dangers inside the fruit.Beneath the succulent flesh of the giant ra
The Majestic Heir Chapter 33 - The Inn
"Hey, hurry up! If you move this slowly, how can you help your boss make any money?" A woman in her forties, dressed in a formal work uniform, sneered as she fanned herself with a folding fan."I can’t understand how this inn even hired someone as slow as this." A girl in her twenties standing beside her shot a look of disgust, echoing the same complaint. "Mom, why do we even have to stay in this village? Shouldn’t we just go back home?"Not far ahead of them, Marc—wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers that made him look not only handsome but also professional—was struggling to carry three oversized suitcases while leading the way to their requested room on the fourth floor. Yet, he maintained a polite smile. "We’ll be there soon, ma’am."Three days ago, at Marc’s request, the mayor had promptly contacted several parties, both governmental and private, to expedite the rebuilding of the village. Most visitors came only for initial surveys before leaving.But today, these two w
The Majestic Heir Chapter 34 - Third Appointment
Sigh!Taking a deep breath, Bachary bowed deeply to Marc once again. “From now on, I’m ready to do whatever you command.”Marc merely smiled without saying a word. After he closed the door, the Bentayga drove off shortly after.“Mr. Belmont, where are we headed today?” Though Bachary’s face appeared calmer, his heart still harbored some worry that Marc hadn’t fully forgiven him.“Pinewood District. This looks like a mountainous area, doesn’t it?” Marc showed the name on his old phone to the butler.“You’re right. It’s about two hours from here.” Noticing from the corner of his eye that Marc didn’t seem to take his earlier threat to heart, a sense of relief and calm began to fill the butler’s chest. “I swear I’ll never do anything foolish like that again,” he vowed silently.In truth, what Bachary did today went against his duties as a butler. He was tasked with guarding Darla twenty-four hours a day unless the young lady permitted him to leave.For the past three days, Darla had order
The Majestic Heir Chapter 35 - His True Motive
The scream was so loud it echoed throughout the entire complex. Following the sound, Bachary unintentionally stumbled upon Marc’s location.“Mr. Belmont, what’s going on?” asked the butler, his face slightly panicked.“Nothing serious.” Shaking his head, Marc’s face remained calm, as if unconcerned about the old man’s cries of pain. “I’m just giving him a special treatment. He’ll be fine in a moment.”Bachary let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the explanation. However, when his gaze fell on the old man’s face, his expression abruptly changed. Shock was now clearly etched on his features. “Oh my! Are you…?”Before Bachary could utter another word, the old man, still writhing in pain, shook his head—a silent signal for the butler to stay quiet.“My apologies,” said Bachary, bowing his head.“You insolent brat, Marc! Are you trying to kill me?” The old man shot an annoyed glare at Marc after the young man finally lifted his index finger from the back of his neck, about a minute later.
The Majestic Heir Chapter 36 - Like A Walking Dead
"Mom, are you sure this man can be trusted?" Without taking her eyes off a chubby man dressed in a traditional all-black robe, Darla’s brows furrowed deeply. "He doesn’t look convincing at all."Ahead of her, in the central hall of the Quentin manor, the chubby man sat at the long table opposite Thomas. Various dishes, ranging from lamb to free-range chicken, were spread across the table."My lord, this food is absolutely delicious," he said, his mouth full as he chewed noisily and occasionally spoke to the manor’s owner in front of him. "If you keep eating like this every day, you'll recover in no time."Thomas, however, did not eat a single bite. Opposite the chubby man, he sat stiffly, his empty gaze fixed ahead. He did not move a single muscle, nor did he blink, even though his eyes remained wide open. His ghostly pale face and chapped lips deepened the pity of anyone who saw him.Since waking from a coma three days ago, the only thing the Baron had done was open his eyes. Forget
The Majestic Heir Chapter 37 - Grave Insult
As everyone remained stunned by the shocking state of the baron, a loud voice broke through their thoughts, adding to their confusion. "Who is he?"Their curiosity was soon answered when a young man in a blue t-shirt stood beside Thomas and casually placed his hand on the baron’s shoulder."Marc! What is he doing here?" Darla’s face hardened as her gaze locked onto the young man. "Who brought this fraud here?" She was about to act immediately when she noticed the butler arriving by Marc’s side shortly after."Bachary?” She hissed, her hands clenched in frustration. The question was clearly answered, it was the butler who had brought the young man to the manor. “What have you done?""Young man, I don’t care who you are or what your purpose is in coming to this manor. But if you have even a shred of respect left, remove your hand from His Lordship’s shoulder right now!" Joshua’s tone was stern, though his words remained polite despite his clear frustration at Marc’s audacity."Mr. Carbe
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Chapter 173 - A Method
"Alright."Letting out a long breath, Marc simply nodded. After all, the young man standing before him was the son of a marquis.And now, with Leopold in no condition to carry out his duties, it was only a matter of time before Ulrich was officially declared the new Marquis of Walenstein. Even before that happened, though, his opinion still held significant weight."Good. In that case, help me return my father to the isolation chamber." With that, Ulrich sprinted toward the control room.At the same time, Marc, still holding Leopold in his arms, moved with such incredible speed that he seemed to vanish. Within moments, he had placed Leopold back inside the chamber. Ulrich immediately pressed a button, sealing the door shut. Then, he activated another switch, bathing the entire room in a deep red glow."I've been researching this for over a year, and this is the result," Ulrich said as he stepped out of the control room and approached Marc.T
Chapter 172 - Another Prisoner
Gripping Leopold's hair tightly with his left hand, Marc clenched his other hand into a fist. At the same time, a faint purple aura emanated from his palm.Leopold was a marquis, a noble of high status—someone who shouldn't even be touched, let alone harmed. Killing him would be a grave offense, of course.But when that same person transformed into a goblin, was he still considered human? And if not, shouldn't the rules change accordingly?Marc's expression remained cold as he raised the index finger of his right hand, pointing it toward the back of Leopold’s neck. Even though the nobleman had turned into a goblin, the young man still wanted to grant him a painless death.On the other hand, as if trying to escape from the grasp of the grim reaper himself, Leopold struggled desperately to break free from Marc’s grip. Forget retaliating or attempting to attack—at this moment, the goblin lacked even the courage to meet Marc’s ga
Chapter 171 - Yes?
For a brief moment, Violet's face tensed before breaking into an almost impossibly wide smile."Oh, honey. Of course."In an instant, the heavy clouds that had been looming over Violet's expression vanished, replaced by a radiant smile and a gaze burning with desire. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the slender waist of the woman in the black jacket and pressed her crimson lips against hers."I’ve missed you so much."Smooch!Violet leaned in again, deepening the kiss. It was hot and intense, lasting more than five minutes before the woman finally pulled away, her breath slightly ragged."You seem especially passionate today. What a coincidence—I’ve had a few frustrating days myself. Make me feel better, my big cat."The two women lost themselves in each other, their kisses growing wilder. Within moments, their clothes were scattered across the floor, piece by piece, their moans and soft cries filling
Chapter 170 - A Girlfriend?
"Why does Grandpa have to ruin my mood this early in the morning?"Still fuming with anger, Violet stormed towards the front entrance of the manor, her strides sharp and unrelenting. Parked right in front was her blue McLaren 750S, gleaming under the morning light."Good morning, Miss."A house servant greeted her warmly, his voice polite and respectful. But that only made her irritation worse."Get lost!"Snapping at him, Violet yanked open the car door with her delicate yet surprisingly forceful fingers."Ugh, no. I need to get to the office right now before my mood gets any worse," she muttered under her breath.Moments later, the soft purr of the supercar’s engine echoed through the estate as she sped off, exiting through the front gate.Forty-five minutes later, her car came to a smooth stop right in front of the towering 45-story skyscraper—the headquarters of Richmond Group, a vast conglomerate overseeing numerous subsidiaries. Parking in the front courtyard was strictly reserv
Chapter 169 - Bad News on a Tranquil Morning
Clang!The sharp clash of two solid objects echoed throughout the room. Yet, there was no one else present except for Leopold and Marc. Moreover, the latter didn’t appear to be wielding any kind of weapon.So where did that sound come from?Roar!At the same time, Leopold’s body was sent staggering half a step backward, his claws trembling violently as if he had just struck an unyielding stone. However, instead of retreating in fear, his monstrous instincts urged him to press forward.Hardening both his palms once more, his sharp, rigid claws extended forward, Leopold swung at Marc’s face again.Clang!Once more, a resounding clang filled the air as his claws made contact with the young man’s face, as if striking an incredibly dense and indestructible metal.And as if confirming his worst fear, the moment Leopold’s claws hit Marc’s face, his body was pushed back again—this time, a full four steps.“Is that all you’ve got, My Lord?” Though Marc’s tone wasn’t mocking, his expression was
Chapter 168 - The Fruit of the Tree Preston Planted
Back to the present."Shouldn't his strength have diminished after he stopped being human?"Terror flooded Preston’s eyes. Instead of dodging or blocking the attack heading his way, his body froze in place—like a statue.If his opponent had been anyone less powerful than Leopold, he might have had time to think about his next move. But the man standing before him…"This isn't possible, is it?"A foolish question, born of sheer desperation, escaped his lips just as a sharp, black, blade-like object pierced his face at high speed.Crash!Preston didn't even have time to scream before Leopold, lunging at him with ferocious intensity, sucked the blood spurting from the major general’s face and hungrily sank his teeth into his skin—devouring it as though it were the most exquisite delicacy.The gruesome sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bones echoed throughout the underground chamber. Leopold hunche
Chapter 167 - Secrets from the Past (Part 2)
Leopold had long admired Helma’s healing abilities. And now, he finally had the chance to experience one of her remedies. Naturally, the marquis was thrilled—so much so that he wanted to invite the master healer to his manor.But it seemed that wish would never come true, for that day would be the last time the marquis could think and speak normally.The following morning, not only did he find himself unable to speak clearly, but his mind also felt increasingly clouded."Preston, are you certain this is the medicine Helma gave me?" With a dazed expression, Leopold could feel a numbing sensation creeping through his entire body. "Why do I feel as if something terribly wrong is happening to me?""I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Go now—bring Helma here immediately."The unsettling sensation overtaking his body was so overwhelming that Leopold ordered Preston to personally fetch the master healer."I will leave
Chapter 166 - Secrets from the Past
"D-Damn it! How is he still so strong after taking a direct hit from my qi blast?!"Blood poured freely from Preston’s chest, his wound gaping wide. Some of it had already begun to drip onto the cold floor beneath him. Staring at Leopold, whose mouth hung open unnaturally in front of him, the major couldn’t understand why the marquis’s strength hadn’t waned—even when all traces of his human consciousness had vanished."Why hasn’t his power diminished, even after I injected him with the serum?!"Two years ago."Major General, opportunities like this only come once."A man in a black robe, his face striking yet devoid of warmth, placed a syringe filled with a thick, milky-white liquid onto the desk inside Preston’s office. His voice was flat, his expression unreadable.At the time, the major general had no idea who this man was, nor did he understand the true nature of the substance he had brought. But one thing was clear—the stench was unbearable, assaulting his senses the moment the v
Chapter 165 - Slaughtered One by One
In the blink of an eye, the lieutenant's body collapsed onto the floor, blood gushing violently from his severed throat.And just as Leopold had done to the previous two lieutenants, the marquis-turned-goblin wasted no time taking advantage of the corpse of the man who had just shot him."M-Major General, we need to get out of here now. This situation is completely out of our control."The last remaining lieutenant took a step toward the exit of the underground third floor, his only thought being to escape this cursed place as quickly as possible. He no longer cared about Preston or whatever punishment might await him for abandoning his superior. His survival was all that mattered.Aaargh!But before he could move any further, a sharp, thin object slashed across his face, nearly dislodging one of his eyes from its socket. And as if that weren't enough—Crash!A vicious claw strike slashed his throat wide open, sending his head rolling onto the floor. A second later, his now headless b
