Two women walked forward.One looked more mature but still beautiful, like a perfect glass of red wine. The other looked heroic and athletic.It was Aislinn."Aislinn? Why are you here?" Ashton's eyes lit up. He did not expect to see her there. He was quite surprised."I am unemployed. Where else can I go besides home?" Aislinn spoke casually.Ashton was silent for a while.He did not expect Aislinn to be fired because the old prince was too powerful.With Aislinn's record at the border, no one should be able to replace her. However, the old prince gave an order; it was out of everyone's control.Influence and wealth were useless against the old prince. They could only enhance their cultivation, enter Hamilton City, and kill him."It's not your fault, Ashton. Don't take it to heart.""Aislinn, this is the third son of the Levin family you often mention?" Next to her, the sexy and mature woman could not help but eye Ashton.She was close with Aislinn. Aislinn had many praises
"What can you do about it?" Ashton could not help but feel funny when he heard that.Could anyone make others respect them? That so-called National Medical Research Institute was taking itself too seriously.Or did they treat several celebrities and were rated as the number one medical institution in the Imperial Capital because of that? Was that why they were so arrogant?The world was huge—there were countless hidden masters. Who would even be bold enough to claim that they were the best?Before he reached the Body of Law, Ashton would not claim to be Lindorm's strongest. It was uncertain when a cultivator who had lived for one or two hundred years would appear, as many experts had hidden themselves.Of course, the probability was very low.However, Ashton believed he was the best doctor at curing diseases and saving lives.He could keep a person alive and help them recover if he could find the right medicine.Therefore, he could not respect doctors who thought too highly of
What was happening? Was the treatment unsuccessful?It seemed impossible that Mister Morrison, the National Medical Research Institute director, could have failed.In the Imperial Capital, if a disease was beyond the healing abilities of Mister Morrison, the esteemed national medical sage, it was essentially a death sentence.After her initial failure, Ashton saw that Maeve had not sought his help through Aislinn. Her first contact was with National Medical Research Institute director Conner Morrison via Fjord.Too bad Conner Morrison was no extraordinary doctor. He was a national medical sage only because of money and connections. Actual high-profile Imperial Capital figures had private doctors and never allowed the institute's staff to treat them.Aislinn was the first to rush into the room.The sight surprised her.Maeve was drenched in blood, her mouth a ghastly purple-black, and a peculiar, foul stench radiated from her."What are you two doing?" Aislinn demanded, looking
"The National Medical Research Institute heads are this incompetent? I've wasted half a year waiting. What a fool I've been.""Please, show our guests out!"Starting today, we're suspending our investment with them.""Missus Maeve, about the final payment—""Leave!"The two despicable men had nearly killed her, and they had the audacity to bring up the final payment—the nerve of them."Hmph, leave it to me, Ashton.""When did Ashton start studying medicine?" Alaska asked, tilting her head in curiosity.She was well-educated and knew that mastering medicine was no easy task. Medicine required years of study and practical experience. If anyone wanted to be a professional in the medical field, they would have to study abroad to learn the latest medical theories. It was a long and arduous process.It was even more challenging when it came to ancient techniques. Despite its mystique and the miracles it had produced, many of its traditions had been lost over the generations, making
It was a small world indeed. He had left Edren County, yet he still managed to bump into her multiple times in the Imperial Capital. She was the heiress of the Latham family, but she associated with such a ragtag group of social youths. When did her standards slip that low?He had heard of the Everwood Triad Society six or seven years ago when they had tried to recruit him. He had declined. From what he knew, the society's main aim was to enlist the offspring of the Imperial Capital's elite families to grow stronger by leveraging their influential backgrounds.That group of so-called members were nothing more than opportunists. Judging by the situation, Alora had been duped into joining them, and they were planning a celebratory feast. What a fall from grace.However, it seemed Alora was already prepared for her uncertain future. The failure of the La Verdure Pill launch had cast a shadow over her status as the heiress of the Latham family. She felt like a convict on death row and t
"I'm not sure if I'm a lost cause, but what amazes me is that after everything, you still think you matter," Alora said, her voice dripping with disdain."Alora, you don't actually believe you're on my level, do you?"Ashton chuckled, his gaze drifting past the private room's window to the street below, where he spotted Aislinn and a squad of soldiers marching into HerbHaven Eatery. The issue was settled. Someone else had stepped in to handle the mess, which freed him from further involvement."It doesn't matter if we're on the same level. What matters is you've crossed the Everwood Triad Society. You're finished. You're clueless about who backs the group's boss—the Navy King of the North Sea, a top dog among the border's military elite," Alora said icily.She had her reasons for rubbing shoulders with those shady figures. It was all about the group's boss. She wanted to play a game of connections, aimed to cozy up to the boss and tap into the powerful network behind him. That was
"My apologies, Mister Levin. I did not think things through," Jared said as he entered the room, offering his apology first.He and his fellow deputy took their seats across from Ashton. Ashton noted the deputy was quite young, yet her figure seemed to defy the constraints of her formal attire.He quickly looked away."That's the least of my concerns. I want to know why you're here," Ashton said, cut to the chase."Let's wait for the meal. We'll talk over dinner. This deal is a win-win, and I'm sure you'll find it intriguing," Jared said confidently."Let's hope so," Ashton replied, not dismissing the idea.The meal arrived promptly, and the restaurant manager threw in a bottle of limited-edition wine to make amends. He knew well enough the influence of someone who could effortlessly dismantle the Everwood Triad Society; those were not people to underestimate.With the wine delivered, he respectfully excused himself.Alora seized the moment and slipped out from the side passage
Alora's glare was lethal; if her eyes were weapons, Aislinn would be nothing but crumbs.Her eyes blazed with a wild mix of rage, loathing, and sheer hysteria. However, Aislinn ignored the glare.The fury of the powerless was as harmless as a child's tantrum, utterly incapable of touching her. Instead, it was almost laughable."You have no right to preach at me!" Alora hissed.Aislinn's smile was calm and dismissive."Who's preaching? I'm simply pointing out that you've squandered the one real shot at climbing the social ladder. You'll never break through that barrier, no matter how hard you try. You're too arrogant." Aislinn shook her head and retreated to the private room.Alora's fists were balled up tight, her face twisted into an expression that was hard to pin down. "Arrogant? Just wait until I'm the one you're all looking up to. Let's see if you'll still talk down to me then."The dinner party wrapped up, and Ashton's group went to Decapilion Airport, where they boarded a