Just as Jeremy's words rang through the air, Ian was seen walking up to him holding a wooden box. Ian got on his knees, passing the box to Jeremy above his head. Jeremy opened the box with a wave of his hand. He took out a scroll and flicked it open in one swift move. The scroll contained a painting of an elder clad in long robes. There was a sword on the elder's back as his robes billowed in the wind, looking extremely ethereal. At the same time, a powerful pressure surged out from the painting. It enveloped the air, filling it with an unspeakable pressure. Just then, Gerard got to his feet in shock. "Legend has it that the Owens family owns a portrait of an ancient ancestor who holds the power of an elite cultivator! It's said to be the clan jewel. Is this it?" Gerard himself had lost a little composure. It was hardly his fault, after all. The painting was a legendary treasure, and to witness it filled Gerard's chest with awe. Matt was in shock as well, shaking as he st
Just then, Jeremy's face was white as a sheet. He could not stop coughing up blood, his expression one of disbelief and shock. A second later, Gerard and Matt could finally raise their heads. They saw Wilbur completely unharmed, and their chests lurched in shock. How could this be? Wilbur was standing right there, and there was nothing for them to believe otherwise. Just then, the scroll Jeremy was holding burst into flames all of a sudden. It disintegrated to ashes in no time, disappearing from sight. Jeremy was in shock, before yelling, "Ancient ancestor! Ancient ancestor!" Wilbur frowned. "Stop yelling. That burst of energy was the last of your ancestor, but you insisted on exhausting it. This outcome is inevitable." Jeremy gritted his teeth as he glowered at Wilbur. "You destroyed my clan jewel." Wilbur's expression grew cold. He took a big stride, stepping right up to Jeremy. Wilbur grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air. The Owens family was in sh
However, Jeremy bowed to Wilbur deeply. "I thank you for your kindness, Senior, and I deeply regret my actions. Let me send you a gift as an apology." "Oh?" Wilbur was a little surprised. Jeremy looked around him. "The Owens family owns this island. I've underestimated and offended you. I'd like to offer you this island as a gift as an apology." "You're giving this island to me?" Wilbur had honestly not expected this, and he looked at Jeremy in surprise. "This place must cost good money." Jeremy bowed again. "I'm sure money is hardly a problem to you, Senior. This is just a little gift from me, I hope you'll accept it." Wilbur fell silent for some time before saying slowly, "Since you offered, don't mind if I do." "Thank you for accepting this, Senior. I'll arrange for the transfer of the property as soon as possible. It'll be yours very soon," Jeremy said. Wilbur nodded, then turned to leave. Jeremy called out behind him, "From this day on, the Owens family shall take
Faye never brought it up because Wilbur had never mentioned it as well. Knowing what to say and not say at the right time was the best quality one could have as a subordinate, friend, or even lover. Faye smiled at Wilbur's words. "Sealake Island's worth at least five hundred million dollars. That's a pretty sweet deal you got there." "Well, it came as a surprise. I wasn't expecting anything," Wilbur said with a smile. It was only then that Faye finally stopped worrying. The two of them chatted as they finished off the food before Faye went to do the dishes. Wilbur sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. He stared at Faye's back in the kitchen, lost in his own thoughts. Soon, Faye finished tidying up and came to the living room. Just as she was about to sit down, she slipped and fell down in Wilbur's direction. "Oops!" Faye cried out, falling onto Wilbur. Wilbur was startled for a moment before reaching out to pull one of Faye's arms so that she was seated back on the co
Wilbur saw that it was a call from Nancy and picked it up at once. "Wilbur, where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?" Nancy's voice came ringing down the line. Wilbur said at once, "Oh, that's alright. I'll be right there." "Great! Be on time, will you?" Nancy said, hanging up after that. Wilbur chuckled. To be honest, he was pretty happy to be able to see his old classmates after so long. He did not have many friends, and it was hard to still be in touch with his classmates after so long. He got in his car and drove to Winston Entertainment. Winston Entertainment was a recreational establishment with food and entertainment services, considered to be rather popular in Seechertown. Half an hour later, Wilbur arrived at the place. He entered the hall and saw Nancy waiting on the couch as if she had been waiting just for him. Nancy saw Wilbur as well and got to her feet at once with a smile. "Come on, everyone's here." Wilbur nodded, following Nancy to one of the ro
Cindy's expression was nothing but arrogant, clutching onto Edward's arm as the both of them sat down. Edward had a high and mighty air about him as well. Wilbur frowned, irritation flaring in his chest. It was clear that Cindy had brought her boyfriend along just to show off. It was a gathering, not a show-and-tell. Just then, Cindy smiled and said, "Come on, guys, stop staring! Edward might be someone of status, but he's my boyfriend. There's no need to act so awkwardly." The words sounded polite, but the implication was less so. Everyone was speechless. In the end, someone got up and poured everyone a glass of wine. Those who did not drink got tea instead. After that, Ryan Swan, the previous class monitor, raised his glass. "It's a rare occasion that all of us are free enough to get together. Let's drink to that. The night's still young." Everyone raised their glasses, and so did Wilbur. Nancy and a few female classmates only drank tea. After the first drink, everyon
Nancy got up in a hurry. "Let's not get angry, guys. We're just here to have some fun." Yet Edward said, "Who are you to say that to me? I came all this way just because of Cindy, or none of you would even get to share the same room with me!" Edward's words were a little harsh, and there was obvious displeasure in everyone's expressions. However, due to the nature of Edward's status, no one could really say anything. Everyone here worked in Seechertown and could not afford to offend someone like the son of the district manager. One classmate raised his glass. "Mister Channing, please calm down. Here, I'll drink with you." "Oh? And you are?" Edward said haughtily. The classmate said at once, "My name's Frank Cedar. I was just transferred to Weston District for work. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Channing." Frank was all smiles, draining his glass in one go. Everyone else sighed to themselves. Of course, there would be someone like this at every gathering. The g
Edward stopped the man at once. "Are you the one who groped my girlfriend?" "So, what if I was?" The man seemed nothing but righteous. Edward roared, "Well, I think you've got a death wish!" Edward approached the guy and threw a punch in his face. Frank saw that as the perfect moment to get on Edward's good side and followed suit with a harsh beating. The man could not fight back on his own against two people and curled up on the floor in a heap as he shouted in pain. Just then, Edward said coldly, "That's what you get for touching my girl, you piece of shit." "Learn some manners, would you?" Cindy added. They then left smugly. The man got to his feet slowly. He stared as the three of them entered their room, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "Just you wait, motherf*ckers." Upon saying so, the man stormed back to his room. The man was in room 888, in which over ten people were drinking and singing their hearts out. In the middle of the room sat a man in his thirt