If things continued like this, the Fallon family would undoubtedly face a decline, and their status as one of the ancient houses would lose its prestige. That was why Griffin had been recruiting young, gifted talents in recent years. Sadly, none of them had met his expectations. That was until he witnessed Dustin's skills earlier. He immediately developed a keen interest in him and was willing to entice him with power, influence, and fame. "Damn! This guy is incredibly lucky! He gained Sir Fallon's attention. And he also has a beautiful woman by his side. It's like a double stroke of luck!"The crowd was both envious and jealous of Griffin's offer to Dustin. Even though they were disciples of the Fallon family, they only had limited resources provided to them. Their success depended solely on their own efforts. However, Dustin was different. Once he joined the Fallons, he would become the star they would prioritize for future development, putting him in a completely differen
"Gentlemen, please stop arguing for now and calm down!" Dustin quickly intervened when he sensed the situation getting out of control. Otherwise, if they continued bickering, they might start fighting physically. "Dustin, it's time to make a choice. Are you going with the Fallons or the Ballards?" Griffin asked. "Young man, think about it carefully. Don't make a decision you will regret." Simon added, stroking his beard.For a moment, all eyes were fixed on Dustin. It was a rare sight to witness two influential figures vying for an individual. While it was an immense honor, it also caused a tremendous dilemma.The Fallons were a family with a strong military background. They were an ideal fit for Dustin, given his status as a grandmaster. In terms of his future, the Fallons were undoubtedly the better choice. However, as one of the ancient houses, the Ballards were as strong as the Fallons. When combined with Natasha's influence, their proposition became even more persuasive.
Natasha believed it wouldn't be long before Dustin truly made a name for himself. …Over the next few days, Dustin was pretty busy. He had to search for the medical herbs to treat Cinna, rebuild Harmony Healers, and monitor the situation regarding Dew Balm.He also had to take some time out of his schedule to take Natasha out for meals and go shopping with her. In general, Dustin rarely had time for himself. What was worth celebrating was that the production for Dew Balm was right on track. The Camrons had used their family influence to establish a pharmaceutical company dedicated to selling Dew Balm. After a round of advertising and word of mouth, their product was already competing with the Swansons' and Welchs' Rejuvenaid. Since it was more affordable and had superior efficacy, its reputation had gradually spread within the industry. They were only waiting for the official launch to happen. Meanwhile, the Welch family was holding an emergency meeting due to the latest
"Hmph! Dustin got nerves of steel. He actually dared provoke us? He's asking for death!" Alistair's expression was grim, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. These days, the Welchs had mobilized all their resources to turn Rejuvenaid into a hot-selling item.They flooded the market with advertisements, offers, and discounts. They had invested lots of money into it. The original plan was to use this opportunity to build its reputation, make substantial profits, and expand their network. Little did they expect Dustin to spoil their plans from the very beginning. It was infuriating!"Eleanor, didn't I ask you to deal with Dustin as soon as possible? Why is he still alive?" Joanne suddenly turned to her daughter, her tone scolding. "I—" Eleanor was at a loss for words. Faced with her mother's sharp gaze, she shifted the responsibility onto Ezra instead."Actually, Ezra has been the one handling this matter."Ezra's lips twitched, and he could only respond in resignation.
"Hey, hang the banner a little higher. Put them where they're most eye-catching!""And the red carpet on the ground, unroll it outside!""Are the performers here yet? Have them get ready quickly. We're starting soon!"Lana kept giving out orders from time to time. She was very detailed in her work, going through everything herself to ensure things were done right. Nothing could go wrong today, so she needed to see to it that everything was on the right track."Lana!"Just then, a Maybach pulled up by the curb. Then, Matteo, who was all suited up, came out with a smile."Dad! You're here!" Lana stopped what she was doing and went up to him."So how is it? Are things going well?" Matteo looked around, pleased with what his daughter had achieved."Of course they are. What problems can there be with me personally handling everything?" Lana smiled confidently."Good." Matteo nodded before he continued, "I've talked to a few of my friends, and they're interested in the Dew Balm. T
"Why are they here?" Lana exchanged a look with Matteo. Their expressions turned grave.The people who had just gotten out of the cars were not guests who were here to congratulate them on the launch. Instead, they were people from the Welch and the Swanson families. They clearly did not come bearing good intentions. However, Dustin did not seem to show much of a reaction. He seemed to have expected this. With how the Welch and the Swanson families were, they would not have allowed the Camron family to benefit from what they believed was theirs. They would surely send people over to mess up the launch."It's been a long time, Mr. Camron. How are you?" Alistair approached with a group of his men following behind him. There was an insincere smile on his face."Welcome, Mr. Welch." Matteo, too, had an insincere smile on his face."I heard that the Camron family has recently developed a miraculous remedial medicine and will officially launch today. Is that true?" Alistair asked w
"Had I not noticed it in time, I would have been a dead man by now! "I've helped you so many times, but you, Welchs, repay my kindness with ingratitude! You went back on your word!"So tell me, who's the shameless one? Huh? Who's the heartless one?"Dustin's voice got louder as he spoke, knowing that he was in the right. As the onlookers whispered among themselves, Alistair's expression darkened.It was indeed embarrassing to have their underhanded actions exposed publicly like that. He thought they should not have let Dustin leave the Welch residence in the first place had they known this would happen."You … That's nonsense!" Eleanor shouted, upset. "Don't think that I don't know what you're up to, Dustin. "You harbor feelings for me and hold a grudge against me after I rejected you! This is your way of getting revenge! How despicable of you!""I harbor feelings for you? Do you think you're worthy of of my feelings?"Dustin smirked in disdain. "Look at your face. Look at yo
The hearse was a sleek, black vehicle.The Camrons frowned at the sight of the hearse pulling up in front of them.They clearly weren't here to congratulate them on the launch! Instead, they were cursing them! It was a sign of disrespect to have a hearse there!As the hearse pulled up, two other vans followed suit.The doors opened, and dozens of people who were all dressed in black swarmed out. At the same time, an intricately designed coffin was carried out and placed at the entrance of the building with a loud thud."Which one of you is the developer of the Dew Balm? Get the hell out here now!" Just then, a middle-aged man who was suited up in all black came forward and yelled angrily."Who are you? And why have you brought this here?" Lana stepped forward and asked coldly. "Of course, I'm here to get an explanation from you, evil bunch!"The middle-aged man looked anguished as he said, "This Dew Balm you're selling is toxic! My father passed away after using it last nigh
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor."Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned."Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate.""I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things
In another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel."Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly."So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh?" Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable."The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.She had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was r
That night, two young men sat playing chess inside a secluded mansion in the Inner City. On the left was Anders, who had visited the Ballard estate earlier. Across from him sat Matthias, a broad-shouldered man dressed in richly adorned robes.The game was intense, with fast moves followed by moments of deep thought. About ten minutes later, Anders finally conceded defeat."Anders, you've really improved since we last played. You almost had me there," Matthias said, stroking his beard in mild surprise."You flatter me, Your Highness. My chess skills are nothing compared to yours. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long," Anders replied with a modest smile."You're as smooth with words as ever." Matthias let out a hearty laugh with a look of smug satisfaction. Winning was in his nature—whether in war or on the chessboard, defeat was not an option."Well, we've eaten, and we've played. Let's get to business." With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men t
"Honestly, we shouldn't waste time debating who's better suited to be king. We just need to figure out who's most likely to take the throne," Jensen said matter-of-factly.As a businessman, he only cared about maximizing profit. To him, it didn't matter who sat on the throne but who had the best odds. He felt that backing that person would be the wisest choice."Who's most likely depends on who has the strongest backing," Jonathan said thoughtfully."Oh, right! I forgot to ask—who are the Moseys supporting?" Jovian asked, smacking his forehead. They'd been discussing this for so long but still hadn't figured out where the Moseys stood."My guess is Prince Nathaniel." Jensen narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the situation. "He's close to Anders. With his immense potential and the king's favor, the Moseys might see him as their best bet.""Anders' personal ties can't speak for the entire Mosey family," Jovian countered, shaking his head. "Family interests outweigh personal relationsh
Even without the king's involvement, the ambitious individuals would tear the Ballard family apart and leave nothing behind.If Simon chose the right side and it prevailed, his family could enjoy a century of stability and prosperity. But if he backed the wrong prince, everything could fall apart in a single night.At that moment, he didn't know what to choose. This was a critical decision—one mistake and the entire family could be ruined."Regarding this matter, I need to think it over carefully. I can't give you an answer just yet," Simon said. He knew the stakes were too high. A single misstep could lead to disaster, so he had to be cautious."I understand," Anders replied with a faint smile. "This isn't an easy decision. Still, I hope Your Lordship can decide soon.""Your Lordship, the forces seeking a marriage alliance with the Mosey family aren't limited to your family alone," Zack added coolly. "Don't think you can afford to wait for the highest bidder. Time is running out,
"In response to Your Lordship's question, this marriage alliance between our two families isn't my decision alone—it's also my godfather's and the entire Mosey family's," Anders said with a smile."According to the established rules, marriages between royal bloodlines are forbidden. Have you forgotten?" Simon replied coolly. "Sticking to outdated rules only holds us back," Anders said, shaking his head with a smile.He continued, "Right now, Dragonmarsh is going through a turbulent time—internally and externally. I've also heard the king's health is deteriorating. There are rumors he plans to name a successor and step down soon."With that, Oakvale will likely be in turmoil. When that happens, all the powerful families—the four ancient houses, the eight great families, and other factions—will be dragged into the chaos."That's why I'm hoping our families can form a marriage alliance to navigate the coming crisis together."Simon remained calm and said, "It's natural for the king
"Dad, what do you think?" Jonathan asked, turning to Simon."A guest has arrived, so we can't be rude. Invite them to the living room so we can discuss things properly," Simon replied calmly.Anders represented the Mosey family, and regardless of his intentions, Simon couldn't simply turn him away. As for the proposed marriage alliance, it was a matter that required thorough consideration."Understood," the butler replied promptly before leaving."Go on with your meal. I'm going to meet with Anders," Simon said, excusing himself from the table.Jonathan, Jensen, and Jovian exchanged glances and, without hesitation, followed their father. They were curious to see what the Mosey family had in mind."Alright, let them handle it. Let's focus on our meal," Gemma Letcher, Natasha's grandmother, said with a smile and signaled everyone to continue eating.…Three minutes later, in the Ballard family's living room, Simon sat at the head of the table near the entrance. Jonathan and his b