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The Majestic Heir Chapter 43 - The Poor Staff
One day had passed. The sound of wild roosters crowing echoed faintly in the distance as Marc opened the inn’s lobby door in the early morning.“Hopefully, they’ll find him soon,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the sky. Although the day was bright and clear, he knew that a heavy cloud of tension still hung over the Quentin manor. His revelation yesterday—that the rarest type of yarsagumba was in the possession of an officer in Cammont—had sparked a wave of activity from Joshua. The man had not only mobilized the manor’s staff and bodyguards but had also contacted powerful families to locate this officer.“Hey, do you think you’re paid to just lounge around like this?”Leonie Griffin, a woman who had been staying at the Greencliff Inn since yesterday, suddenly appeared behind him. She was visibly annoyed—not just because Marc seemed sluggish, but because he often appeared lost in thought. Beside her, Sasha Griffin, her daughter, also gave Marc a condescending glare.“Mrs. Griffin, Sash
The Majestic Heir Chapter 44 - Betrayal
"W-what?" Beads of cold sweat rolled down Leonie's forehead as she struggled to find her words. Yet, she quickly regained her composure."Sweetie, why are you joking like that?" She forced a smile on her face. "You're scaring me. Your dad isn't that kind of person.""I saw it with my own eyes, Mom." Sasha lifted her head, which had been bowed all this time. "I went to have dinner at a hotel with my friends, and I saw him there." As she spoke the next sentence, clear tears began to flow heavily from the corners of her eyes.Once, to celebrate the results of their midterm exams, Sasha had invited her dorm mates to dine at the Palace, a five-star hotel and one of the best in Cammont. That evening should have been a joyous occasion for her—until she saw the back of a man sitting at a table across from her, with two girls her age wrapped in his arms on either side. At first glance, Sasha squinted her eyes. The figure seemed familiar."No! I must have the wrong person. That can't be Dad!" S
The Majestic Heir Chapter 45 - Their Order, Not You
A few minutes earlier.“This scent?” As Marc stood gazing outside, his sharp sense of smell caught a familiar aroma. At the same time, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the lobby. Since there were only two guests staying at the inn, it was undoubtedly Leonie and Sasha. Strangely, the closer their steps came, the stronger the scent became.“Hey, do you think you’re paid just to stand around like that?” Leonie probably thought Marc was daydreaming, but in reality, the young man was trying to recall the scent with his sharp nose.“This is king yarsagumba! There’s no mistaking it!” Marc thought, glancing briefly at the small bag Leonie was carrying. Even though it had been ten years since he last encountered it, his nose remembered the distinct aroma of the very rare herb.“What a stroke of luck!” Marc muttered as Leonie and Sasha walked out of the lobby. With the remedy needed to treat Thomas right in front of him, Marc wouldn’t need to search any longer to heal the b
The Majestic Heir Chapter 46 - It's Over
"Y-you all, why are you just standing there? Are you blind?" Chesley screamed desperately at his bodyguards, ignoring the searing pain in both his hands. "Kill this bastard now!"Marc grinned. It would have been easier—and more entertaining—if they attacked him all at once. While his left hand still gripped Chesley’s right, Marc clenched his free hand into a tight fist, ready to take on the bodyguards.But a glance toward the corner of the room caught his attention. The two terrified women huddled there made him pause. He took a deep breath. "No, I can’t show violence here. I’m a manager now," he thought, unwilling to frighten his guests."If any of you take even one step closer, I’ll make your boss suffer even more!" Marc warned, raising Chesley’s already broken hand just enough to make the burly man cry out in agony."Argh! Damn you! Let go of my hand!" Chesley bellowed."Tell your men to back off now, or I’ll rip this hand right off your body," Marc whispered into Chesley’s ear."Y
The Majestic Heir Chapter 47 - An Offer
"Mmm, this..." Wiping away the remnants of food from her mouth, Leonie opened her bag and took out a small black wooden box. The box resembled a pencil case and didn’t look particularly special. "This was a gift my father gave me before he passed away."Without being prompted, Leonie opened the box, and Marc immediately nodded. On the table sat a small stalk of yarsagumba, its blood-red surface velvety, with fine veins that seemed to glow faintly under the light. Its herbal aroma was so potent that every breath felt like it carried the energy of the snowy mountains where it originated. Though this object, resembling a caterpillar cocoon, appeared trivial, among elite healers, they would pay any price to acquire it."Yes, this is definitely king yarsagumba. It’s the same one I saw back then," Marc thought, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the medicinal plant. The king yarsagumba before him was identical to the one Helma had given that old officer. "But how did this end up in her possessi
The Majestic Heir Chapter 48 - It's Real
"Mr. Robins, welcome. We’re sorry we didn’t know it was you who would be coming to see us." Leonie immediately rose from her seat and bowed respectfully upon realizing who had arrived. Sasha followed suit. They both knew the man before them was the butler of the Quentin family.Although the two women wore warm, polite smiles, they couldn’t fully believe what was happening. “So, this is the person Marc meant? Was he really not joking?” they thought, still stunned that Marc had been completely serious about his claims."Thank you, Mrs. Griffin. Please, no need to stand on ceremony. I’ve come here on the recommendation of..."Bachary was about to mention Marc’s name when he noticed the young man at the corner of the room shaking his head and pressing a finger to his lips."Very well, I’ll get straight to business. Mrs. Griffin, I would like to offer one hundred million for this plant. Do you have any objections?" Gesturing toward the king yarsagumba in the black box, Bachary’s expression
The Majestic Heir Chapter 49 - Dinner
“What exactly is inside this little box?” Marc murmured to himself, clutching the velvet-lined, deep maroon box that resembled a ring case. It was seven in the evening as he walked past the front gate, replaying Annette’s words in his head.“Even though it looks fragile, this box is incredibly sturdy. We’ve never been able to open it, no matter how hard we’ve tried.”Still gazing at the small box, Marc didn’t realize he had already reached the lobby door. As he stepped inside, Leonie and Sasha were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in their phones.This time, however, Marc noticed something different about their appearance compared to the last two days. Sasha was wearing a sleeveless maroon evening gown that fell just above her knees, while Leonie wore an elegant black dress. Their attire made them look not only stunning but also like sisters.“You both look amazing tonight. Are you heading out for dinner?” Marc greeted them, quickly tucking the tiny box into his shirt pocket.“Oh, Marc!
The Majestic Heir Chapter 50 - The Gentlemen
Twenty minutes before they arrived at this restaurant."Erick, what the hell is this? Are you deliberately trying to mess with me?" A man in his mid-thirties, wearing a black suit with a bright yellow tie, slammed one hand on the table on the eighth floor of The Atrium. His other hand pointed accusingly at a bald man, the same age as him, who kept his head bowed. "Do you have any idea how much I've lost because of your incompetence?""Mr. Moore, please forgive me." Erick lifted his face slightly. "I-I honestly didn’t know the mayor would send a task force to arrest Mr. Egerton," he stammered.As the son of Cammont’s head of security, Erick Keating was a mid-ranking officer in the city’s police force, someone who should have played a major role in cleaning up the city of its criminal elements. However, instead of upholding justice, he used his position to cozy up to gang leaders, offering his services to protect them from the police.Chesley was one of those who had employed Erick’s se
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Chapter 81 - Extra Money
"I knew it! Harper couldn't have done it alone!" Marc thought, nodding lightly. Now, all the questions in his mind had been answered.Yangdon might not have seen or known the face behind the mask. "But whoever they are, they must also be a member of the Dark Star Sect!""Little brother, I think I should get going now. Look, the driver is starting to look impatient," Marc said, pointing at the man who had stuck his head out of the car window, gesturing irritably at Marc."Remember what I said—keep training, okay?" With those words, Marc patted Yangdon on the shoulder before turning to leave."Will you come visit us again?" the teenager asked."Of course," Marc replied, turning his head slightly before adding, "When I have some free time."At that moment, for some reason, as he watched Marc's back moving away, Yangdon's eyes suddenly welled up. His heart ached, as if something important was slipping away from his life. Even though their meeting had been brief, it had left a deep impress
Chapter 80 - A Cheap Drive
"Marc, wait a moment!" Yangdon stopped in his tracks and placed his hand in front of Marc, blocking his way just as they stepped out of the fruit shop."I remember now! That looks like the car Miss Morgan rode in!" Yangdon exclaimed, pointing ahead.Following the teenager’s finger, Marc spotted a sedan—an extremely old one, to be precise—with a faded ivory-white color. Leaning against the vehicle was a man wearing polished loafers, white trousers, and a brightly patterned shirt tucked into his pants. With sunglasses perched on his face, he looked like the owner of the car."Are you sure?" Marc asked, his gaze remaining fixed on the man."Yes, I'm absolutely sure. Miss Morgan got into that beat-up car after handing me all the fruit we bought."Without another word, Marc walked toward the sedan, Yangdon keeping pace beside him."Can you take me to this address?" Marc handed over a business card he had just received from the fruit vendor.Lifting his sunglasses onto his head, the man cas
Chapter 79 - The Fruit Seller
A few minutes later, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the village."There, that's the place where Miss Morgan once took me." Yangdon pointed to a fairly large fruit shop not far from where they stood. "She asked me to help her carry some baskets of fruit."When they reached the store, a woman in her late thirties immediately recognized the teenager. "Ah, Yangdon! I've been waiting for you! Come in, I have plenty of fresh fruit for you! Miss Morgan will be delighted!""Sorry, Auntie, I'm not here to buy fruit today. I came with Mr. Marc Belmont," Yangdon politely gestured toward Marc, who stood beside him."Ah, such a handsome young man! I know exactly what kind of fruit you like! Tell me, you're here looking for that fruit, aren't you?" As she spoke, her expression became unmistakably playful, especially when she emphasized the word "fruit.""Auntie, he's not that kind of man." While Marc gave a faint, amused smile without saying anything, Yangdon shook his head with a serio
Chapter 78 - The Little Secret
"Hehe." The teenager gave a wry smile, scratching the back of his head. Even though Marc's gaze was neutral, he felt as if the man before him had just caught him red-handed doing something wrong."I know you've sneaked out of this monastery with Harper without a master's permission, haven't you?" Marc looked at the teenager as if he knew all his secrets."Sir, forgive me." The smile on the teenager's face gradually turned into an anxious expression. Looking to his left and right to make sure no one else was around, he continued, "I only did it once. I swear. I never did it again after that."The teenager was a new student at the monastery. According to the monastery's rules, for the first three years, a student was not allowed to leave unless accompanied by a supervising master.However, not only had this teenager left without permission, but he had also gone with Harper—who had now officially become an enemy of the monastery.If one of the monks were to find out about his actions, no
Chapter 77 - The Trace
Instead of calming the master, Marc's words only made Dorje cry even harder, burying his face once more into the floor. His words seemed to deepen the regret weighing on Dorje’s heart.Seeing this, Marc let out a long sigh. He and everyone present finally understood just how profound the master’s sorrow was."Master, I think you should start the ceremony now." Marc approached one of the senior monks and spoke respectfully. "It looks like he needs more time," he added, glancing at Dorje."Thank you, sir." The monk bowed his head slightly, his demeanor toward Marc now filled with respect. Any suspicion or condescension he had felt toward the young man had completely vanished.Like Dorje, Marc now held an important position in his eyes. It wasn’t just him—every monk and every person present shared the same sentiment. The way they viewed Marc had completely changed."I will lead everyone in beginning the ceremony."As the gathering stood and moved toward the courtyard, a sixteen-year-old
Chapter 76 - Unforgivable
As Dorje remained kneeling on the ground, his mind in turmoil, the sound of light footsteps approaching snapped him out of his daze. Marc reached out and flicked the master's forehead.Flick!It was a simple, light flick, yet Dorje reacted as if struck by a thunderbolt."What are you doing?!" His head, which had been bowed in sorrow, snapped up. His face, previously drawn and grief-stricken, twisted into anger. His clenched jaw and the fire in his eyes showed his fury.Dorje was a man of great pride and self-respect. Let alone being struck—he wouldn't tolerate anyone even touching his head. And yet, Marc had just flicked his forehead so casually. How could he possibly stay silent about such an insult?"Do you still feel it?" Ignoring the master's furious glare, Marc's expression remained calm as he posed the question."Feel what?" Dorje's anger flared as he pushed himself to his feet, fists clenched. He ignored the lingering pain in his chest. He could no longer tolerate Marc’s blatan
Chapter 75 - Regret
At the same time, instead of dodging, Marc grinned and shook his head. "How many times do I need to show you that I’m far stronger than you?"Marc swiftly lowered his body, allowing Dorje’s fist to sail harmlessly over his head. In the next instant, the young man’s hand clenched into a tight fist, and with incredible speed, he delivered a powerful punch to the master’s chest.Bang!The resounding impact echoed, accompanied by the unmistakable crack of bones. Dorje’s body was hurled back five meters, stumbling as he barely managed to remain upright.Spurt!"Damn it!" Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Dorje felt his insides churn and burn. "H-how... how could a weakling like him possess the strength to strike me?"Dorje’s face and body showed no sign of fear or shock—his expression remained steady, his stance unyielding. Yet deep down, both emotions began to grow, gnawing at his confidence. Especially after Marc had effortlessly countered his first strike.“This bastard’s abilities can’
Chapter 74 - I Told You!
"This young man has truly lost his mind!" whispered one of the monks kneeling in the courtyard of the central hall, staring at Marc. "How could he still dare to speak nonsense in front of Master Dorje?""Master Dorje will surely make him suffer!" another monk chimed in.As they predicted, Dorje's eyes gleamed with fury at this moment. "Kid, go west and meet His Reverence!" Dorje's right hand shot toward Marc's face with incredible speed, radiating a powerful golden aura. The golden glow wasn’t just on his hand—it enveloped his entire body.With such terrifying power, no one could fathom what would happen next. "That boy seems beyond saving!" one of the monks whispered shakily, closing his eyes. He wasn’t alone—almost all the monks had done the same.When everyone thought Marc's fate was sealed, the young man simply smiled faintly. Just as Dorje's palm was an inch away from his face, Marc moved with blinding speed, catching the master’s hand. "Not bad! But that’s still not fast enough
Chapter 73 - The Diamond
Turning around, Marc found himself facing a man in his early forties, whose appearance bore little difference from the monks he had faced earlier. The only distinguishing feature was the six red, circular burn marks on the man’s forehead, arranged in two vertical rows. On closer observation, the man’s feet hovered above the ground, a testament to the immense inner energy that allowed him to levitate effortlessly.Shortly after, hundreds of monks, both senior and junior, flooded into the courtyard of the central hall through the sole gateway. Upon recognizing the figure standing at the forefront, they gasped, their expressions a mixture of shock and joy.“Master Dorje!”The monks rushed toward the man and knelt before him.“We are overjoyed by your return. With you here, the monastery will be safe once again!”The name Dorje meant "diamond." True to his name, this man possessed an unyielding character and immense strength. After retreating from the world for three years of meditation,
