William stared at the screen of his phone, then back at Rebecca, confusion etched on his face. “You want me to reinstate the Williams family’s invitation to the banquet?”
Rebecca nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“But, Miss Rebecca,” William hesitated, his brow furrowed, “you just instructed me to revoke it. Now you want to invite them again?”
“Yes, William, I changed my mind,” Rebecca said calmly, leaning back in her chair. “I want them there. I want them to see Ethan.”
William blinked, clearly baffled. “Ethan? What does he have to do with the Williams family?”
Rebecca’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Everything. Let’s just say I’m curious to see how they react.”
“But why?” William pressed, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What are you planning, Miss Rebecca?”
“I’m not planning anything,” Rebecca said lightly, though the glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. “I just want them to see the man they’ve underestimated.”
William’s confusion deepened. “You’re saying you want to use Ethan to—”
“To show them what they’ve missed out on,” Rebecca finished, her smile turning slightly predatory. “They think he’s nothing, but they’ll see soon enough. Now, go make the call.”
William nodded, still looking puzzled but obedient. “Yes, Miss Rebecca.”
As he walked out of the room, Rebecca turned her gaze to the window, her mind drifting to Ethan. She had a feeling that the upcoming banquet would be… interesting, to say the least.
Meanwhile, Ethan sat cross-legged in the center of the lavish villa’s living room, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. The luxury around him felt surreal, almost alien, compared to the life he had known. He opened his eyes, looking around at the ornate furniture, the high ceilings, the expensive artwork on the walls.
“What am I doing here?” he murmured to himself. “Why is she helping me?”
He thought of Rebecca’s words, her belief in him, and the unexpected kindness she had shown. He knew she wasn’t just anyone; her influence and resources hinted at a powerful background. But her true identity remained a mystery to him.
“Who are you, Rebecca?” Ethan whispered, shaking his head.
Pushing aside his questions, he closed his eyes again, focusing inward. He couldn’t afford to rely on her forever. He needed to be strong on his own. He took a deep breath, recalling the knowledge from his dream, the techniques his father had imparted to him.
“I have to master this,” he muttered, determination flaring within him. “I need to become someone they can’t push around anymore.”
He began to meditate, feeling the energy around him, drawing it into his body, guiding it to his dantian. The flow of Qi was faint but present, and he concentrated on absorbing it, merging it with his own energy.
Hours passed in a blur of concentration and focus. The room seemed to pulse with energy, a soft hum resonating around him. As dawn broke, Ethan opened his eyes, feeling a surge of power coursing through him.
“Qi Refining Stage,” he breathed, staring at his hands in wonder. He could feel the strength, the vitality. It was real. He wasn’t just dreaming anymore.
Rising to his feet, he looked around for something to test his newfound strength. His gaze landed on a decorative boulder in the garden outside, and he stepped out, the early morning air cool against his skin.
He approached the boulder, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He clenched his fist, channeling the energy into his arm, and struck.
The boulder shattered into pieces, fragments flying in all directions. Ethan staggered back, staring at the destruction in disbelief.
“I did it,” he whispered, a grin spreading across his face. “I really did it.”
The thrill of power rushed through him, but he knew it wasn’t enough. He needed more, needed to grow stronger. The realization struck him that the spiritual energy in the area was too weak for further cultivation. He would need herbs, powerful ones, to enhance his growth.
With this in mind, Ethan checked his pockets, his excitement fading as he pulled out a few crumpled bills. “A hundred and thirty-two dollars,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That’s all I have.”
He thought back to the days with Lauren, handing over his salary, living on a meager allowance. It had left him in this pitiful state, financially crippled and vulnerable.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, squaring his shoulders. “I’ll make it work.”
He stepped out of the villa, determination burning in his eyes. As he walked down the driveway, a sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled up, blocking his path. The doors swung open, and Brandon and Lauren stepped out, their expressions smug and superior.
“Ethan,” Lauren called out, her voice dripping with mockery. “Are you stalking me now? Couldn’t stand being without me for even a day?”
Ethan stopped, his eyes narrowing. “What are you doing here, Lauren?”
Lauren’s eyes flashed with anger. “I should be asking you that. What are you doing in this area? Trying to pretend you belong here?”
Brandon smirked, stepping forward. “This is where the elite live, Ethan. You’re out of your league. Stay away from Lauren. She’s mine now.”
Ethan felt the anger simmering beneath the surface but forced himself to stay calm. “I’m not interested in Lauren. She’s all yours.”
Lauren’s face twisted with rage. “How dare you talk to me like that? You’re nothing, Ethan. You have no right to even speak to me!”
Ethan’s gaze was cold as he looked at her. “You’re the one who followed me, Lauren. I didn’t come looking for you.”
Brandon, his face turning red, stepped up, his fist clenched. “Watch your mouth, Ethan. You don’t know who you’re messing with. Apologize to Lauren right now, or I’ll break your legs.”
Ethan’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light. “Apologize? For what? For finally standing up to you?”
Lauren’s voice rose in pitch. “You think you’re so tough now, don’t you? Well, you’re still the same pathetic loser you’ve always been!”
Ethan smiled, a cold, confident smile that sent a shiver down Lauren’s spine. “Maybe. But I’ll tell you something, Lauren. One day, you and Brandon will kneel before me, begging for forgiveness.”
Brandon’s laugh was harsh and mocking. “You’re delusional, Ethan. You think you’re something now? You’re still just trash.”
Ethan’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a strength that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll see, Brandon. We’ll see who’s trash.”
The fury in Lauren’s eyes was almost palpable as she lashed out, slapping Ethan across the face. “How dare you talk to us like that!”
Ethan didn’t flinch, his eyes locked on hers. “Is that all you’ve got, Lauren?”
Brandon, his face contorted with rage, shoved Ethan back. “Get out of here before I do something you’ll regret!”
Ethan didn’t move, his gaze steady and unyielding. “I’m not afraid of you, Brandon. Not anymore.”
Brandon’s fist shot out, aiming for Ethan’s face, but Ethan moved faster, catching his wrist and twisting it. Brandon yelped in pain, his eyes wide with shock.
“Don’t touch me again,” Ethan said softly, his voice cold as ice. “You won’t like the consequences.”
Lauren, stunned by the sudden shift in power, stared at Ethan as if seeing him for the first time. “What… what’s happened to you?”
Ethan released Brandon, shoving him back. “I’ve changed, Lauren. And I’m not the man you used to control. Remember that.”
Brandon cradled his wrist, glaring at Ethan with a mixture of fear and anger. “You’ll pay for this, Ethan. I’ll make sure of it.”
Ethan shrugged, his expression calm. “Do what you have to do. I’m not running anymore.”
He turned and walked away, leaving Lauren and Brandon standing there, stunned and speechless. As he disappeared around the corner, Lauren’s voice echoed behind him, filled with frustration and disbelief.
“This isn’t over, Ethan! You’ll regret this!”
But Ethan didn’t look back. He was done with regrets. It was time to take control of his own destiny.
Back at the banquet, Rebecca watched the guests milling around, her eyes scanning the room with amusement. William approached her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.“Miss Rebecca, you seem very interested in Mr. Ethan’s affairs,” he observed cautiously.Rebecca sipped her wine, her smile enigmatic. “I am, William. He’s… intriguing.” Brandon’s laughter echoed through the quiet street, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked Ethan up and down. “Kneel and apologize?” he repeated, his voice dripping with mockery. “Are you out of your mind, Ethan? You want me to apologize to you?”Lauren stood beside him, a smug smile playing on her lips. “You’ve really lost it, Ethan. This new attitude of yours is almost… amusing.”Ethan’s gaze was cold and unwavering. “I’m serious, Brandon. Apologize now, and I might let you walk away with some dignity.”Brandon’s laughter grew louder, and he leaned back, slapping his knee. “Dignity? Oh, that’s rich! You think you’re in any position to de
Back at the banquet, Rebecca watched the guests milling around, her eyes scanning the room with amusement. William approached her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.“Miss Rebecca, you seem very interested in Mr. Ethan’s affairs,” he observed cautiously.Rebecca sipped her wine, her smile enigmatic. “I am, William. He’s… intriguing.”William hesitated, then asked, “What is it about him that’s caught your attention?”Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with a secret joy. “He’s resilient, humble, and determined. He’s been broken and humiliated, but he’s still standing.”William frowned slightly. “But do you really think he can make a difference?”Rebecca’s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t just think, William. I know. And I’m looking forward to watching him prove everyone wrong.”She turned her gaze to the entrance, anticipation thrumming in her veins. The banquet would be the perfect stage for the Williams family—and everyone else—to see the beginning of Ethan’s tra
Ethan made his way back to the villa, a small bag of herbs clutched in his hand. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—Johnny’s threat, his desperate need for resources, and the nagging uncertainty of his own abilities. The meager bundle of low-quality herbs felt like a mockery of his ambitions.As he approached the entrance of Dragon Paradise, he was startled to see Rebecca standing there, her elegant white dress billowing softly in the breeze. She looked ethereal, a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind.“Rebecca?” he called out, quickening his pace. “What are you doing here?”Rebecca turned, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “I thought I’d surprise you. You’re not disappointed, are you?”Ethan shook his head, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “Of course not. I’m just… surprised.”She glanced at the bag in his hand, raising an eyebrow. “What’s this? Planning on making some soup?”Ethan’s cheeks reddened. “Uh, no. Just some herbs I bought.”Rebecca took the bag from
Ethan stood outside the bedroom door, his hand hovering just inches from the handle. The muffled laughter and intimate whispers coming from inside twisted his gut. He strained to make out the words, his heart pounding painfully in his chest.“I can’t believe you’re still with that loser,” a male voice sneered.“That’s because he’s useful, Brandon,” Lauren’s voice replied with a mocking lilt. “Besides, my grandfather insisted. He thought Ethan would bring us luck.”“Lucky?” Brandon scoffed. “He’s nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man.”Ethan’s knuckles whitened around the doorknob. The sting of their words pierced deeper than he thought possible. Summoning every ounce of courage, he threw the door open.“What the hell is going on here?” Ethan’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt.Lauren and Brandon sprang apart, their faces reflecting shock, then annoyance. Lauren quickly composed herself, a cruel smile tugging at her lips.“Ethan,” she drawled, not bothering to cover hersel
The car sped through the streets, the city lights flashing past as Rebecca leaned back, her eyes closed. Her face was calm, but the faint cough that escaped her lips betrayed a hint of vulnerability. Ethan lay unconscious beside her, his breathing shallow but steady.“Miss Rebecca, the mayor has invited you to a private dinner with the Chamber of Commerce tonight,” her secretary, William, spoke up from the front seat, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Shall I confirm your attendance?”Rebecca opened her eyes, her gaze sharp. “Cancel it. I have other priorities right now.”William raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Other priorities? Are you referring to… him?” He gestured towards Ethan’s limp form.“Watch your tone, William,” Rebecca’s voice was cold and firm. “Just make sure we get to the hospital quickly.”“Yes, Miss Rebecca,” he replied, though the mocking tone didn’t entirely leave his voice. “But I must say, it’s quite uncharacteristic of you to pi
Ethan stood awkwardly beside Rebecca’s bed, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. The doctor, Dr. Martin, glared at him with undisguised contempt, while Rebecca’s bodyguards hovered menacingly close, their eyes fixed on Ethan as if he were a dangerous criminal.“You want to what?” Dr. Martin’s voice dripped with incredulity. “Place your hand on her chest? Who do you think you are?”Ethan swallowed hard, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. “I… I know it sounds strange, but I can help. I have some knowledge—”“Knowledge?” The doctor sneered. “You’re not a doctor, and you think you can just waltz in here and—”“Dr. Martin,” Rebecca’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “Enough.”Dr. Martin turned to her, his face flushing with frustration. “Miss Rebecca, I can’t let him—”“I said enough.” Rebecca’s eyes were cold, and the room fell silent. She turned her gaze to Ethan, her expression unreadable. “You have ten minutes, Ethan. Do whatever you need to do.”The b
Ethan wandered along the main street, his steps heavy and aimless. The bustling city around him blurred into a haze of lights and noise, but he barely noticed. His mind was consumed by the memory of his father’s voice in his dream, filled with disappointment and disapproval.“Why, Father?” he muttered to himself, kicking a pebble down the pavement. “Why did you believe in me when I’ve done nothing but fail?”The words echoed in his head, mingling with the fresh sting of rejection from Rebecca. She hadn’t said much when she dismissed him, but her silence had spoken volumes. He sighed, feeling the weight of his entire life pressing down on him.“What am I supposed to do now?” he whispered, his voice lost in the evening breeze.Suddenly, the screech of tires broke through his thoughts. A sleek Bentley pulled up sharply in front of him, blocking his path. Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as the car door swung open and several men in black suits stepped out, their expressions stern.“Mr. Etha
Ethan hesitated at the entrance of the Lauren residence, his hand hovering over the doorbell. His heart pounded with a mix of dread and anger. Rebecca stood beside him, her presence calm and reassuring.“Are you ready?” she asked softly, her voice steady.Ethan swallowed hard, nodding. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, but I have to do this.”Rebecca gave him a small, encouraging smile. “Just remember, you’re not alone. Face them with your head held high.”Taking a deep breath, Ethan pressed the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Gloria’s disapproving face. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of Ethan and then shifted to Rebecca, surprise flashing briefly before it was replaced with a sneer.“Well, well, Ethan,” Gloria drawled, her voice dripping with contempt. “I didn’t expect you to bring company. And such… refined company at that.”Ethan’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm. “I’m here to finalize the divorce, Gloria. That’s all.”Gloria