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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
The Majestic Heir Chapter 51 - The Agreement
"No! This doesn’t look right! I can’t just accept terms like this!" Leonie shook her head vehemently as she read the contents of the letter on the table.Randolph owed Ezra ten million dollars. If the first party failed to repay the debt by the due date, he would hand over his wife to the second party until the debt was settled. And, to make matters worse, the letter was signed by the head of the Cammont Department of Security, which meant it couldn’t possibly be fake.Unbelievable!"Mrs. Griffin, do you think this is my doing? I also don’t understand why your husband used you as collateral. But if there’s someone to blame, it’s your husband," Ezra said, feigning an uncomfortable expression, though in his heart, he was grinning ear to ear."Mr. Moore, please understand my situation." Leonie pleaded softly, her voice low and her face half-desperate. "Randolph and I are about to get divorced, so I don’t want to get involved in his affairs or responsibilities."Exhaling deeply, Ezra gave
The Majestic Heir 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
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Chapter 160 - Close the Roof!
"Mr. Belmont..."Preston didn't give the order right away. Instead, his eyes were locked onto Marc and his expression extremely tense.If his voice had been calm before, now he could no longer maintain it, as if the situation had spiraled completely out of control.But, for a few seconds, Marc remained silent, his gaze fixed on the marquis."Mr. Belmont, I can't risk everyone's safety. I..."Preston was losing patience. He couldn't afford to wait any longer, or the situation would truly slip beyond his grasp. But before the major general could continue speaking, Marc beat him to it."Go ahead. You can close the roof now."Preston immediately turned around and shouted toward the far corner. "Close it now!"A loud mechanical whir filled the room as the thick, steel-reinforced concrete roof slid back into place. Once it was fully closed, plunging the chamber into darkness, Preston gestured to one of the officers standing behind hi
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
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
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
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&
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
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
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
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
