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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Sixty Nine
The news of the Supreme King’s return spread like wildfire. It wasn’t just the city—every corner of the country buzzed with excitement. Streets were alive with chatter, people gathering in shops, markets, and homes, their voices filled with joy. Some cheered in the streets, while others rushed to confirm the news for themselves. The Supreme King was back. The long wait was finally over.In a grand office overlooking the city, London's father sat behind his desk, his fingers tapping against the polished wood. His sharp eyes scanned the headlines flashing across the screen in front of him. The return of the Supreme King wasn’t just news—it was a shift in power. And in business, power meant opportunity.Without wasting a second, he picked up his phone and dialed.London answered on the second ring. “Father?”“London, have you heard the news?” his father asked, his voice carrying an unusual excitement.London leaned back in his chair, glancing at the news playing on the screen. “Yes, Fa
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy
As soon as Demian stepped into his home, a sense of relief washed over him. His sharp eyes landed on the neatly wrapped package sitting on the table outside his house. The herbs had arrived.He walked over, unwrapping the bundle with careful hands. The moment he saw the familiar textures and colors of the plants inside, a small, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. Finally. The herbs he had been searching for were now in his possession.That meant he was only missing two more.He let out a deep breath, leaning against the table. The last two weren’t as urgent. They were meant to stabilize Serenity’s Grandfather once it fully awakened, but if everything went as planned, her body should adjust well even without them.Right now, what mattered was the herbs in front of him.With these, he could begin treatment. He could restore Serenity’s grandfather At that moment his fingers traced over the leaves, his mind already calculating the next steps. He wouldn’t waste this chance. He had spent
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy One
At that moment Serenity allowed herself a small, fleeting smile. Maybe it was an accomplishment. Sitting in the same room as the Supreme King was no small thing, but still—it wasn’t enough for her.“It’s nothing,” she said, brushing off the thought. “My goal is to actually meet him. At least shake his hand. If I can do that… then I’ll have something to be proud of.”Hearing Serenity words Elvis chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s true. I know you, Serenity. And if that’s your goal, you’re definitely going to get there.”Then Serenity gave him a small nod of appreciation. She would get there. She had to.Everything between them still felt light, natural, just as it always had. But then, Elvis’s expression shifted slightly, with a more serious look crossing his face.“I’ve been working on something,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “Something for your grandfather.”At that moment Serenity’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”Elvis leaned forward slightly. “We can’t wait forever, Sereni
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Two
At that moment Elvis leaned forward, his brows furrowed in concern. “Serenity, if this is something I can help you, then you should tell me. You know I’ll do my best to help.”Serenity hesitated, gripping the phone tightly.Elvis sighed, something told him it was Damien, That bastard.“Come on. We’re friends. I know a lot about you… and I even know Damien.” His voice turned firmer. “So, there’s no reason to keep something like this from me.”He paused before adding, “In fact, if something feels off, maybe I should stay away from Damien until you figure out who he really is.”Serenity’s fingers twitched slightly. She exhaled, then finally spoke.“Fine… I’ll tell you.”Elvis straightened up, his expression serious.“I sent Damien’s details to the top tracking agents in the military,” Serenity admitted. “I wanted full access to his records. Even if they didn’t have everything, I expected at least something.”Elvis’s eyes widened slightly. “And?”Serenity swallowed. “I just got a cal
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Three
And from the look on her face, it was already working.At that moment Serenity’s fingers tapped against the table, her brows furrowed in thought. Damien was suspicious—there was no denying that. Everything about him felt too controlled, too secretive. And now, knowing there was no record of his past?That was enough reason to keep an eye on him.She exhaled slowly, nodding to herself. “I need to be careful around him,” she muttered. “There’s too much happening in the country right now. The Supreme King’s return has put everything on high alert, and we can’t afford to let a potential threat walk freely.”Elvis clenched his jaw, but he kept his voice steady. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Serenity. Think about it—someone like Damien, walking around unnoticed while the entire country is tightening security? It’s disheartening.”At that moment Serenity’s expression darkened slightly, but she said nothing.Elvis leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “And if nothing is done… what happens
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment Damien stepped through the door, the air in the room shifted.Immediately Serenity’s eyes widened, her body started tensing. Of all people… of all times…They had just been talking about him. Just moments ago, she had decided to arrest him. And now, here he was, standing in front of her like some twisted fate had placed him there.Her heart pounded. Did he know? Had he overheard something?At that moment she stole a glance at Elvis.His entire expression darkened. Shock flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by anger.Damien was the last person he wanted to see right now.Seeing Damien standing in front on him, made Elvis clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists. ‘Why now? Why did Damien have to show up now? this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.’He whispered to himself.Elvis had been carefully leading Serenity’s thoughts, steering her into believing Damien was dangerous, making her see him as an enemy.But he wasn’t done yet. Not completely.And
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment Serenity’s mind raced as she glared at Damien even more, her emotions a storm she could barely contain. How? How had her grandfather arranged this marriage if he didn’t know Damien?Her grandfather had always been a man of logic, a man who never made reckless decisions. He wouldn’t have simply handed her over to a stranger. There had to be a connection. A reason something he saw that would have made him make sure decision.Her jaw tightened. He knew Damien. He must have.And now, the one person who could confirm it—who could tell her the truth— was lying in a bed, unable to speak.At that moment her heart clenched at the thought. If only he could talk… if only he could tell her how he knew Damien, why he trusted him, why he thought she should be tied to him in marriage.But that wasn’t an option. Not now.Her grip on control was slipping, frustration clawing at her from the inside. She needed answers, but it wasn't coming in the manner in which she wanted it.And if her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventy Six
Hearing what Serenity just said.Damien stood there, unmoved, his patience wearing thin. He had better things to do. Bigger concerns. Yet here he was, stuck in this ridiculous conversation.Serenity’s accusations didn’t even make sense to him. What was she even talking about?At that moment he let out a quiet sigh, his expression unreadable. This was getting old.“Are you done?” he finally said, his voice flat.Immediately Serenity’s glare deepened. “Stop pretending, Damien! Just admit what you’re really trying to do—”He cut her off with a slow exhale, rolling his shoulders. He was getting bored.Serenity was nothing but an obstacle at this point. A loud, irritating, and utterly exhausting one.The longer she went on, the more he realized—he didn’t care.He didn’t care what she thought. He didn’t care what she believed. And he certainly didn’t care enough to stand here arguing with her.Her paranoia wasn’t his problem.“I don’t have time for this,” Damien muttered under his breath.
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Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Eight
At that moment the cold air clung to Sophia’s skin, biting at her like invisible thorns. The rough ropes cut into her wrists, but she barely noticed.Because now, the realization hit her, She was in a warehouse.Then her lips parted, dry, trembling as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light above. Her head ached, her body stiff, but her instinct screamed louder than the pain. She was in danger.At that moment She turned her head slowly, carefully, scanning the space around her, and then—her eyes landed on him.A figure. Seated across the room. His posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed threat. One leg crossed casually over the other, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair like a king surveying his prisoner.His gaze was locked on her.It was Cold, Piercing, Deadly.At that moment Sophia froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her vision gradually sharpened, the fog in her eyes slowly lifting… inch by inch… until the man’s face came into focus.And
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Seven
Seeing what just happened.“Master George!” Serenity cried, rushing to her grandfather’s side. “Please check him! Something’s wrong!”Master George, who had been frozen in place from everything that had just transpired, jolted back to awareness. He quickly moved over, his face pale with urgency as he knelt beside the old man.“Step aside,” he muttered, pulling out a small diagnostic kit from his bag as he began checking the old man’s pulse. His fingers pressed gently against the wrinkled skin at the wrist, then to the side of the neck. His brows furrowed.Serenity hovered beside them, wringing her hands anxiously. “Is he alright? Is he okay? What’s happening? Why did he collapse like that?!”Master George looked up after a moment and let out a slow breath. “He didn’t faint,” he said carefully. “His vitals are normal. He’s just… he’s just in shock, Serenity. The kind of emotional shock that drains the body completely. He needs to rest.”Serenity blinked in disbelief. “Shock?” she whis
