Chapter Seventy Four; She was healed Chris stood anxiously outside his grandfather’s study, his mind racing. He had taken a huge risk by suggesting that the goddess statue could cleanse the First Daughter, and now everything hinged on his grandfather’s response. He hoped Uncle Martins could convince him. Inside the study, Uncle Martins faced Master Brown, who sat behind his large, imposing desk, surrounded by books and artifacts from his travels. The room was filled with the scent of old leather and incense, creating an atmosphere of reverence and wisdom. “What do you want, Martins?” Master Brown asked gruffly, not looking up from his paperwork. “Father, I need to speak with you about something urgent,” Martins replied, his voice steady but tinged with anxiety. Master Brown finally looked up, his stern eyes narrowing. “What is it?” Martins took a deep breath. “It’s about the First Daughter. She fainted at the wedding, and Chris believes she might have offended a spirit. H
Chapter Seventy Five; A reward for saving first daughter In the car, as the First Daughter was being taken to the hospital, she suddenly asked the driver to stop. Her bodyguards exchanged worried glances but obeyed her command. Shelly leaned forward and spoke in a calm yet firm voice, “I’m alright. I don’t need to go to the hospital. Take me to my apartment instead.”“Are you sure, ma’am?” one of the bodyguards asked hesitantly.“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And bring Chris to me.”The bodyguards nodded, and the car changed direction. Shelly settled back into her seat, her mind racing. She needed to understand what had just happened to her and how Chris had known what to do.“Being that man to me.” She asked them and some of the guards went back to get Chris.Meanwhile, Chris was just stepping out of the hall when two of Shelly’s bodyguards approached him. “The First daughter wants to see you,” one of them said.Chris had kind of expected t
L Chapter Seventy Six; exchanges As Chris and Shelly waited for the attendant to bring the herb, Chris decided to lighten the mood with a bit of humor.“Are you saying we’d wait for him here so he could go to Mount Everest and bring the herb to us? How long would it take?"Shelly smiled at Chris's goofiness, appreciating the attempt to break the tension. She knew he was joking but decided to indulge him with an explanation. “It is true that these herbs only grow on Mount Everest. However, what makes them thrive there is the good weather condition and lack of restrictions. If one can create an environment that replicates Everest's conditions, then the herb is bound to grow there."Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you saying that there is a place like Mount Everest very close by where he could get it?""That information, Mr. Brown, I will not divulge," she said, a playful yet firm smile on her face.“Please, call me Chris,” he said, feeling awkward being called Mr. Brown, es
Chapter Seventy Seven; Memories of Home After saving the First Daughter, Chris left the party almost immediately. Now he was back, He needed to retrieve the potion for Shelly and collect his car from the Brown estate. The turn out of events became more dramatic especially when he found out that the first daughter of America was a cultivator. As for the others at the wedding, they stayed for a little while longer, but soon guests began to filter out. The celebration gradually wound down until it was only the groom’s family and close friends who remained. They decided to continue the festivities in a new building on the Brown estate, which was now the home of the newlyweds. The laughter, music, and clinking of glasses drifted into the night, filling the air with a sense of joy and warmth.Chris arrived back at the Brown estate, his car was parked close to the entrance, when he was about to get it, he noticed the lights glowing from the new apartment by the waters. The sounds of
Chapter Seventy Eight; A deal with the first daughter Chris had been standing by his car for what felt like an eternity, lost in the flood of memories. The laughter and music from the new apartment, where Jonathan and his new bride were celebrating, barely registered in his mind. He was back in the past, reliving the events that had changed his life forever. The day his parents died was etched into his memory with painful clarity. The pride in his father's eyes, the warmth in his mother's voice, the sudden, wrenching loss—they all came rushing back.Suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone's alarm jolted him back to the present. Chris glanced at the screen: 1:30 PM. Shelly had given him precisely one hour and thirty minutes to retrieve the potion from his car and bring it back to her. If he didn't make it back in time, she had threatened to publish a damaging story about him and his family, accusing them of poisoning her and blaming it on evil spirits. The thought was absurd, it
Chapter Seventy Nine, saving the family Miller’s heart pounded as he tried to reason with the loan sharks over the phone. He could hear the menace in their voices, the underlying threat that made his blood run cold. “Listen, I just need a little more time,” he pleaded. “I’ll get you the money, I promise.”“You’ve had enough time,” one of the loan sharks growled. “We want our money, and if we don’t get it by tomorrow morning, we’ll storm into Brown’s Conglomerate and cause a scene. We’ll tell the world that a Brown owes us.”Miller’s stomach churned. The thought of the family’s name being dragged through the mud terrified him. He knew he had to act fast, but what could he do? As he watched Chris driving out of the estate, an idea struck him. He remembered the events of the evening—the First Daughter, the goddess statue. If he could get his hands on that statue and sell it, he might just have enough to pay off the debt and have some leftover. No one would suspect him, and he co
Chapter Eighty; Miller the gambler Miller drove through the dark streets, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The golden statue lay in the trunk, a heavy reminder of the risk he was taking. He knew he had to sell it quickly and pay off the loan sharks before they made good on their threats.He arrived at the meeting spot, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of town. The area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of distant traffic breaking the silence. Miller parked his car and took a deep breath. He grabbed the bag with the statue and stepped out, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.A man with a scar across his cheek stood by the entrance, smoking a cigarette. He looked up as Miller approached and flicked the cigarette away.“You got the statue?” the man asked, his voice rough.Miller nodded and opened the bag, revealing the golden statue. The man’s eyes widened slightly as he inspected it.“Nice piece,” he said. “Follow me.”They walked into the warehou
Chapter Eighty One; Marrying a Brown Miller stumbled out of the casino, his mind clouded with despair and regret. He couldn’t believe he had lost all the money he made from selling the golden statue. He felt like a complete failure. With no idea where to go next, he walked into the nearest bar and ordered drink after drink, trying to drown his sorrows. By the time he staggered back to the Brown estate, it was late, and the once-lively house had quieted down. His wife, Joyce, had been looking for him, her suspicions growing as she noticed his absence during most of the family get-together after the wedding reception. When she saw him enter the house, reeking of alcohol and looking utterly defeated, her concern turned to anger. “Miller, where have you been?” she demanded, her voice sharp with worry and irritation. “You missed the entire family gathering after the wedding, What’s going on?” Miller slumped into a chair, tears streaming down his face. “I… I lost all