Chapter Sixty Six: The Preston Family MeetingThe atmosphere in the Preston household was tense, charged with a palpable sense of betrayal and anger. The family gathered in the large, opulent dining room, but instead of the usual cheer that accompanied their gatherings, a dark cloud hung over them. Charles, Stephany’s father, sat at the head of the table, looking defeated. His wife, Emily, and daughter, Stephany, sat beside him, trying to maintain their composure amidst the storm of accusations."You've ruined us, Charles!" Uncle Henry bellowed, his face flushed with rage. "How could you be so careless? How could you let this happen?""Calm down, Henry," Aunt Margaret interjected, though her tone was anything but calm. "We need to figure out what to do next, not just point fingers.""It's easy for you to say," Cousin Olivia spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "Your business is safe. But now, two of our major partners have pulled out. They don't want to be associated with us anymore!"
Chapter Sixty-Seven; The family’s Savior. The usually lively room felt heavy with the burden of their recent financial catastrophe. Charles, who had been the one to unwittingly give away their entire family fortune to scammers, sat with his head hung low, guilt and shame written all over his face. "We need a plan," Grandpa Preston said, his voice strained. "We can't just sit here and let everything we've built fall apart." "We've contacted the police, and they're doing what they can, but it’s not enough," Grandma Preston added, her voice quivering with worry. “We need immediate funds to keep the company afloat." Just as the family was debating their next steps, the doorbell rang. The butler hurried to answer it, and moments later, he returned with a distinguished-looking man in a tailored suit. The family recognized him immediately as Mr. Cradwell, the CEO of Web 3 Tech Company, the largest tech company in America. "Mr. Cradwell, what a surprise," Grandpa Preston said, risi
Chapter Sixty Eight: The Potion of AscensionChris sat in his office, surrounded by the various ancient books he had collected from Connor's house. He wanted to increase in knowledge about the sects and everything Connor had told him. The room was a blend of modernity and antiquity, with sleek, contemporary furniture contrasting with the old, leather-bound tomes scattered across his desk. The soft glow of his desk lamp illuminated the pages, casting shadows that danced with the flickering of the candle he had lit for ambiance.He had spent hours poring over the texts, his eyes scanning the intricate illustrations and ancient scripts. One book, in particular, caught his attention. It was a detailed manual on creating potions, specifically one that could accelerate a person's progress through the sects of kung fu. Chris's heart raced as he read through the instructions, his mind buzzing with the possibilities."This is it," he muttered to himself. "If I can create this potion, I ca
Chapter Sixty Nine: The Potion's EffectChris felt a sense of accomplishment and anticipation as he drove to Connor's house, the vial of pink potion securely in his pocket. The drive was peaceful, giving him time to reflect on the events of the past few days and the strange journey that had led him here. The ancient books, the Heart's Bloom, and the successful creation of the potion had filled him with a newfound confidence.When he arrived at Connor's house, he was greeted by a quiet, inviting atmosphere. The house was surrounded by a well-tended garden, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Chris knocked on the door and waited, but there was no answer. He tried again, louder this time, and after a few moments, the door opened.It was not Connor who answered but a young woman. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, flowing hair and bright, curious eyes. Her presence seemed to light up the room, and she greeted Chris with a warm smile."Hello, can I help you?" she
Chapter Seventy: A Family’s wedding Chris woke up the next day feeling a mix of excitement over his potion's success and a tinge of disappointment that his plans for more herb gathering would have to wait. His uncle Martin's call about his cousin's wedding interrupted his newfound interest in herbalism."Why did you tell me this today?" Chris asked his uncle, a hint of frustration in his voice.Uncle Martin sighed apologetically over the phone. "Chris, I've been swamped with wedding arrangements and it slipped my mind. It was actually Jonathan who reminded me to call you."Chris understood. Despite his tentative reintegration into the Brown family, he wasn't surprised at being left out of the wedding preparations. His relationship with his cousin Jonathan had always been close, but kept at arm's length by his mother's influence.Nevertheless, missing Jonathan's wedding was out of the question. He immediately called his secretary to prepare a thoughtful gift and set off to buy a ne
Chapter Seventy one, one step at a time The wedding was in full swing, a lively celebration of love and family. Chris had been mingling, exchanging pleasantries and trying to navigate the complex web of family dynamics. The tension with his aunt Helen still lingered, but the joy of the occasion overshadowed most of the discomfort.As he sipped his drink and watched the bride and groom share a dance, Chris noticed a figure entering the hall that made his heart skip a beat. His grandfather, Master Brown, had arrived. A wave of cold apprehension washed over Chris. It had been two years since he'd last seen the old man, and their last encounter had ended on a harsh note."I had hoped in you, child. You’re now nothing but a disappointment," his grandfather's words echoed in his mind.Chris took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The man had always been a pillar of strength and authority in the Brown family, a strict but fair leader. Despite his stern demeanor, he had always
Chapter Seventy Two, The First Daughter As Chris walked back into the hall to say his goodbyes, he noticed a commotion near the center of the room. A crowd had gathered, and through the throng of people, he could see a figure lying motionless on the floor. Instinctively, he pushed his way through the crowd, his heart pounding with concern and curiosity.When he reached the inner circle, he saw a young woman sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Her elegant dress was fanned out around her, and her face was pale. People were murmuring anxiously, calling out for a doctor. A middle-aged woman stepped forward and knelt beside the girl, trying to revive her."Give her some space! She needs fresh air!" the woman commanded, waving her arms to push back the crowd.Chris stood back, watching the scene unfold. He recognized the woman on the floor as Faith, the daughter of the President of the United States. She was a classmate of his cousin Jonathan and had naturally been invited to the wedd
Chapter Seventy Three: Chris’s examination. Chris squat down and examined her body. Holding her hands, he realized that her skin whixh used to be so smooth and glassy was now pale and there were signs and symptoms of dehydration. Althoughbthis maye look like an ordinary medical condition, Chris knew that it was far more than that, for the rate at which her body was changing is far great to be a normal condition. “Something must be wrong.” Chris said, causing eveyone to make a loud gasps. “Chris I thought you said you could do something, if you don’t have anything to do please leave her alone do the medics can come and take care of her.” Helen said. “The medics can not do anything about it, this is not a medical matter.” “What are you saying?” Martins steped forward. “She must have eaten something that had to do with garlic and it aggravated an evil spirit that is present here. Even if you take her to the hospital, you won’t be able to do anything.”“What rubbish are you sprouti