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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
Across the room, Damien remained motionless. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto the bidder with a quiet intensity.Sophia, sitting beside him, could feel the shift in energy.“Jefferson is hesitating,” she whispered, glancing at Damien. “Are you going to—”However Damien didn’t respond. He just watched, knowing it wasn't time yet.Meanwhile, the auctioneer, sensing the rising tension, cleared his throat. “Twenty million going once—”The room held its breath.“Twenty million going twice—”Jefferson tilted his head slightly, as if considering his next move.Then, just as the hammer was about to drop—“Thirty million.”A new bid, a shocking new bid.And this time, it wasn’t from Jefferson.The tension in the auction hall was thick, the air heavy with anticipation. All other bidders had fallen silent.Now, it was just two men.Jefferson, And the mysterious bidder still clutching his phone, murmuring to someone on the other end.The guest couldn't do anything but watched.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
Immediately as the armed thugs fanned out across the auction hall, tension thickened the air like smoke. Guests hardly had time to catch their breath when the next wave arrived—three more men, strong and broad-shouldered, walking in with calm, deliberate steps.They wore black suits, sleek but dangerous, the kind of suits that didn’t belong at elegant auctions but in backroom dealings. Beneath their rolled-up sleeves, bold tattoos wrapped around their forearms—snakes, daggers, blood-red skulls. The moment they stepped in, no one needed to be told—they were the ones really in charge.Unlike the first group, they didn’t carry guns. They didn’t need to.The tallest among them, his jacket slightly unbuttoned and his hair slicked back, took two steps forward and scanned the room with a cold smirk.Then he spoke.“This audition is over.”His voice was deep, clear, and carried a weight that silenced the room instantly.“From this moment on,” he continued, “we’re in control. So everyone, be
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
Others were already weeping silently, their knees pressed hard to the floor, afraid even to breathe too loudly. One of the artifact gurus fainted in fear, collapsing beside his assistant who tried to hold him up without raising his head.Even Jefferson, the man known for his unshakable confidence and power, looked pale. His jaw clenched tightly. His fists trembled by his sides. He had faced powerful businessmen, underworld bosses, and government figures—but this… this was something different.He knew the truth. These weren’t people you negotiated with. These were the kind you survived by obeying. Any wrong word, any wrong glance, and your head might be the next thing auctioned off.The entire hall was still—dead silent.Then, the boss of the gang—his voice low but sharp enough to cut steel—stepped forward, eyes fixed on Damien.“I’m going to ask you just one more time,” he said, his voice echoing through the chamber, each word heavy with threat. “What are you going to use that herb
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen
At that moment Without wasting even a second, the men sprang into action. They were trained killers, each one known across the underworld for his unique abilities. One of them rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bandolier of gleaming silver daggers strapped across his chest—every one of them sharpened to perfection. His fingers danced over the hilts like a pianist warming up. Another stepped forward, pulling out a matte-black pistol with a silencer attached, cocking it with a deadly click that made the air itself shiver.Seeing what was going on the room tensed like a wire stretched to its limit.Gasps echoed. immediately Sophia covered her mouth,her heart racing, her eyes locked on Damien.Then—nothing. Not a warning. Not a shout. Not a blink.Damien vanished from where he stood.In less than a heartbeat, he reappeared right in front of the man with the gun. The assassin didn’t even realize what had happened until his wrist snapped backward, the gun flying from his hand like a toy. B
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Seventeen
He stomped the ground with one foot, and the tiles cracked beneath him.“No human can break through this. No one.”Then He pointed at Damien.“Just give up.”The room was silent. No one moved. No one even breathed.They didn't want to get themselves involved in a cross fire, and some of them where still wondering how Damien had been able to Survive this long, They thoughts he would have been crushed by now.The gang leader stood tall, his arms bulging, his breath loud, his skin slightly glowing from the transformation he just underwent. His voice was heavy and dark.“I won’t say it again. You better go on your kneel, and apologize,” he snarled at Damien. “I don’t have time to waste.”Damien’s eyes remained steady, calm—too calm. His hands stayed loose at his sides, and then, just like that, he moved.In one sharp, deliberate motion, Demian stepped forward, and before anyone could register what had happened, his open palm connected directly with the side of the gang leader’s jaw.Imme
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen
Not wasting a second more, Damien gathered everything they had won—each item stacked and arranged with a calm precision, as though the chaos moments ago never happened. Then he walked closer to Sophia, without asking, without waiting, he leaned down and lifted Sophia into his arms.She didn’t protest.Her body was still shaking, eyes unfocused. She had just witnessed death brushing shoulders with them, and if Damien hadn’t been there, she knew they wouldn’t be alive right now. Her legs couldn’t carry her. So she simply leaned her head against his chest, letting herself be held.Without glancing at Serenity.Without saying a single word to anyone else.Damien at that moment walked out of the auction hall.Everyone instinctively made space for him—none dared to move or speak until his figure disappeared through the doors.Then silence followed them Serenity exhaled harshly.Her jaw clenched as her eyes tracked the direction Damien left. Her hands trembled by her side—then suddenly, s
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen
Under the shattered glass ceiling, Serenity’s mind was spinning as the reality sank deeper. One of her subordinates, wide-eyed and pale, turned to her with disbelief still dancing on his features. “Boss… do you have any idea what this means? These thugs—we’ve lost good men trying to even track them. And this Damien, this… spy, just ended it like it was nothing?”Another one muttered, “It doesn’t make sense. It’s not just about strength. The gang’s top fighters control elements. One of them nearly crushed Lieutenant Miko with fire last year, remember?”Serenity stood frozen for a moment. Her thoughts tangled. She had personally reviewed Damien’s files. They didn’t add up to this. A good tracker, yes. Skilled in close combat, yes. But this? This was something else entirely.“I don’t understand anymore,” Serenity whispered, more to herself than anyone else.Just then, her gaze shifted—caught something. Someone. Immediately her eyes narrowed.There, seated at the far end of the room, al
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty
At that moment Damien’s hand hovered for a moment over the King of Herbs, his eyes locked on its quiet, radiant glow. A soft breath escaped him—a sigh of relief, After everything, he got it. The rarest of the rare. The kind of thing wars had started over. And it was his now.Then he placed it back inside the protective case and locked it away.**London was seated, facing the window with a bright smile on his face, knowing fully well how Damien would be dealt with very soon, and Sophia won't have any other choice then to come bag on her knees, then he's going to teach her a good learn then.Without wasting anymore time he brought out his phone wanting to call Winston when his phone suddenly ring.At moment his eyebrows pushed up when he saw who was calling.The phone was already pressed to his ear, the tension in his neck making the veins visible beneath his skin. His jaw clenched as he listened to the hushed voice on the other side of the call. It was the man he had assigned to monit
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Upon hearing what London just said, Sophia’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice calm but firm. “Like I said before, London… I don’t have anything to think about.”She folded her arms. “You can go. Do whatever you want. It’s not my business anymore.”Still her tone didn’t crack. No fear, no guilt. Just finality.London stood frozen for a second. His lips pressed into a hard line as he scanned her from head to toe—slowly. His eyes held a mix of disbelief, anger, and bitter disappointment. But mostly, bruised pride, seeing Sophia rejecting him over and over again.Immediately his jaw clenched. “You really meant it…” he muttered under his breath, like he couldn’t believe it was actually happening.Then his voice rose.“So that’s it?” he barked. “You walk away from everything—just like that?”He scoffed bitterly and pointed toward her. “Because some fool from the gutter was lucky enough to save your grandfather, now you think he’s good enough for you?”However Sophia remained silent. Not ev
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Two
At that moment London’s fists clenched at his sides. His breathing grew heavier, and his jaw locked. The smirk he had worn a moment ago had completely vanished, replaced by a tight-lipped scowl.He wanted to lash out, before he could say anything, Sophia stepped forward, past him, and walked to where her grandfather sat stiffly. Her voice dropped to a soft whisper, only meant for the old man’s ears. “Grandfather… I’m sorry I spoke like that in front of you. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”The words were sincere, and the old man could hear it—but he said nothing.She didn’t wait for his response, With her back straight and eyes forward, Sophia walked out of the room.Immediately Silence followed her,until London snapped.His voice echoed through the room, sharp and venomous. “This is the girl you were defending? This is the same girl I thought you trained?”Immediately he turned on Sophia’s grandfather, pointing with disbelief. “You said you’d disown her if she walked out. Well, she
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty One
At that moment the silence cracked like glass under a heavy foot. Everyone stared at Sophia.Immediately her grandfather blinked twice, trying to process what he thought he misheard. Her father’s jaw clenched. Even London, so full of himself a moment ago, faltered. His proud smirk twitched uncertainly.Then Sophia took a step forward. Her shoe echoed on the polished floor, each sound loud in the heavy silence.“You all thought I was going to beg him?” Her voice was steady, but there was something raw just beneath it. “Is that what you were waiting for? For me to kneel down and cry and say ‘I’m sorry, London’? After everything?”At that moment in time her grandfather’s eyes darkened even more. “Sophia, enough.”“No,” she said sharply, cutting through the tension. “No, Grandpa. You said I should apologize, for disrespecting him. But did anyone stop to ask what respect he gave me in the first place?”She turned to London. “Tell them, London. Tell them how you called me a disgrace. How y
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty
Everyone’s eyes turned to her. Sophia’s fists clenched at her side, her jaw tightening. But her grandfather didn’t pause.“We have kept quiet too much,” he said. “We have given you too much freedom. Too much leverage. And now, look what you're doing with it—misusing it!”At that moment he turned away for a second as if trying to calm himself, then looked back at her. “You think you can throw away everything we’ve built for some stranger? You better be mindful, Sophia. Mindful of the way you talk, of the way you behave. Because right now, I am already angry at you.”London, who had remained quiet for a while, finally stepped forward. His expression was cold, his shoulders squared as he spoke with calm pride.“I didn’t come here for Sophia to apologize,” he said, voice low and sharp. “I only came here to inform all of you that I am no longer interested.”But deep down, as he said those words, something tightened in his chest. He was hoping. Hoping she would stop him. Hoping she would br
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Nine
The moment London’s words settled in the room, tension wrapped itself around everyone like thick smoke. Now the air was suffocating.Sophia’s grandfather mother was the first to speak up, her voice trembling. “London, please… just calm down. Don’t do anything rash.”Sophia’s father stepped forward quickly. “She’s just being childish, okay? You know how stubborn she can be. But it hasn’t gotten to this, London. It really hasn’t.”Even her mother, who’d remained silent until now, nodded quickly. “She doesn’t mean what she’s saying… she’s upset, that’s all. You two have history, deep history from childhood. Please, don’t let this ruin everything.”But Sophia stood there, arms crossed, face calm and unwavering.“I meant every word I said,” she replied coolly. “And even if the Supreme King signs anything with them, that deal is still nothing compared to what Demian can actually bring to this family.”At that moment they all turned to look at her in disbelief, but she didn’t stop.“So all
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Eight
Her grandfather stepped forward, tone calm but firm. “London, you’re wrong. She just came in not long ago. Barely ten minutes before you arrived.”Her father nodded in agreement. “We were outside when a car drove her in. It can’t be a coincidence that you’re both arriving around the same time. Whatever is upsetting you—maybe you should calm down and talk to her.”But that only made London’s face twist in rage. “Coincidence?” he scoffed. “You think this is coincidence?”He took a deep breath, barely able to contain his shaking.“Fine. Let me tell you why I came here.”At that moment both men were silent.“I came to tell you that I’m done. I’m not going to have anything to do with Sophia again,” he declared.Immediately Their expressions shifted—confusion, disbelief.London continued, his words sharp, his voice edged with disgust. “Sophia went to go sleep with that village doctor. She spent the night with that village bastard—and for what? Just because he was able to heal Mr. Nathaniel,
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Seven
At that moment Elvis still standing beside his car, his hand still gripping the door handle, but he hadn’t opened it yet. His mind was a battlefield—rage and desperation crashing against reason. The idea still lingered like poison in his chest.‘Should I just end him?’But the second that thought returned, so did the image of Serenity’s face if she ever found out. That girl who once looked at him with respect, with trust… she would kill him. Not with her hands, maybe—but with her eyes. With her silence. With her distance.And Elvis couldn't survive that.He pulled his hand away from the door, sighing through gritted teeth. “No,” he muttered, forcing the thought out of his head. “She’ll never forgive me. She’ll destroy me.”But then came another sting—the one that ate at him deeper.“Damien, that bastard. Always calm, always quiet, always acting like he didn’t want anything… and yet he was winning. Serenity cared about him. More than she admitted.” And Elvis knew it.His throat tighte
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Six
Upon hearing what serenity just said Elvis's hand froze in midair, the crushed herbs clinging to his fingers. Serenity’s voice had cut through the air like a blade.“Stop!” she had shouted again.And now, silence wrapped the room, thick and choking.He slowly lowered his hand, his eyes avoiding hers. The weight of the disappointment crushed his chest—he could feel it swelling there like something stuck, something painful. This was his one chance to prove he mattered, to prove he could be the one Serenity relied on. But now…Now everything felt lost.He looked at her grandfather lying motionless on the bed, the blood still fresh at the corners of his eyes. The room smelled faintly of the herbs, sharp and earthy—but all Elvis could taste was failure.without being told she could tell If her grandfather didn't make it, Serenity would blame him. Even if she didn’t say it out loud, she would feel it. And worse, he would know it was true.Immediately a low, shaky breath escaped his lips as
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Five
He opened the pouch and carefully started measuring a stronger dose in his hand.Serenity was about to object—she looked hesitant, unsure. But before she could say anything, her grandfather stirred on the bed, opened his mouth as though to speak—and collapsed.Before he could say no he passed out.Upon hearing seeing what had just happened Serenity’s heart skipped as her grandfather's body went limp beneath her grip. “Grandpa?” Her voice cracked. “Grandpa?!”Her hands shook violently as she leaned closer, her face pale, breath staggered. “Elvis!” she cried out, her eyes wide, panic seeping through her every word. “Do something! Please, Elvis, do something—he’s not breathing! My grandfather is dead, he’s dead—please!”“Serenity, calm down—” Elvis rushed to the bedside, knelt beside the unconscious man, and quickly pressed two fingers to his pulse point.At that moment Seconds crawled.Then he exhaled. “He’s not dead. He fainted. He’s breathing… just very weakly.”Serenity let out a gas
