LOGINIt was clear that Chris’s expression was genuinely displeased.
The reporter was stunned, and everyone else seemed awkward, especially the Remington family members who were accompanying Chris. The Remington family had always been the face of LA , and whenever there was an important public event, Mr. Remington William would inevitably become the center of attention.
But today, Chris, who came from New York, immediately put them in a tough spot.
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"I would never lie to you. When the boss came back, I would bring you another Family Meal." Amelia smiled and nodded, then immediately placed a call, instructing the most reliable person in the Cromwell family to drive to the hospital.Within less than fifteen minutes, Bronson arrived at the ward, respectfully greeting Amelia and Carl before gently taking Elijah's small hand.Elijah turned back with every step, his tiny figure reaching the doorway of the ward, still remembering to wave at them. "Goodbye, boss! Remember to bring me fried chicken!"Amelia smiled faintly and said, "Alright, but do not forget what I told you to do.""Do not worry, boss, leave it to me!" Elijah revealed a bright smile.Only when that small figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the aroma of fried chicken in the ward gradually faded, leaving behind only the faint scent of disinfectant mixed with warm sunlight, did the gentle smile on Amelia's face slowly rece
She was even less certain by what defiant, heaven‑defying means Carl had dragged Elijah back from the brink of life and death, reshaped his soul essence, and suppressed the rampaging power within him. She never asked. She could read the faint ripples in Carl's eyes and understood that everyone carried secrets they were unwilling to bare, their own principles and forbearance. Since he chose to hide every storm himself, she tacitly chose not to probe, content to guard the quiet peace before her.Elijah quickly ran up to Amelia, his small body coming to a stop as he tilted up a fair, round little face. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, his mouth splitting into a wide grin that revealed two tiny tiger teeth, adorably silly and endearing.His little hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes as he bounced and swayed, unable to wait to speak to Amelia, brimming with reliance and closeness."Boss, I missed you so much." Elijah spoke brightly, his voice cr
At that time, his whole body had felt warm, with a wild yet exhilarating force surging through him.After that...Everything that came after seemed to have been shrouded by a thick layer of fog; no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall it.He did not remember why he had fainted, did not remember Mystic Vale, did not remember the Power of Chaos running rampant, and certainly did not remember the entire process of how Carl, in order to save him, had depleted his own primordial source of the heavens to reconstruct his soul shield and suppress and seal the primordial source of Chaos.In his small, simple mind, everything had completely gone blank, leaving only emptiness.The only things that remained clear were the image of his boss, the indescribable feeling lingering around Carl, and... the hollow sensation of hunger rising from his stomach.Yes, he had been hungry.Elijah blankly touched his stomach, his movements clumsy yet ad
He had even lost the courage to lift his head and look in the direction where Carl had departed.Mystic Vale struggled to crawl up from the ground, his legs still weak and trembling. He did not even dare to glance again at the Mystic Mountains. Only a single thought remained in his mind—run. Run immediately. Never again set foot in this accursed place that had shattered his soul essence.Seeing this, the subordinates who had narrowly escaped death felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They scrambled to their feet, stumbling and crawling, not bothering to retrieve their scattered weapons, not bothering to soothe their collapsing soul essence. They followed behind Mystic Vale, fleeing in panic like homeless dogs.The dense mass of people fled without direction, stumbling and falling along the way. Demon Energy scattered, malevolent energy dissipated entirely, and their former arrogance vanished without a trace, leaving only fear and disarray.
The soul essence felt as if it had been viciously clenched by an invisible giant hand; even breathing became stalled and labored, an image of extreme agony.Not far away, Mystic Vale's heart suddenly pounded wildly. Terror surged through his chest like a raging tide, nearly drowning his reason completely.Yet the greed that had long lain dormant deep in his eyes, his obsession with the treasure within Elijah's body, and the scene he had just witnessed of Carl only evading without attacking, all seized his retreating steps and dragged them back.He weighed everything frantically, repeatedly deducing possibilities in his mind.Carl had been entangled with the berserk Elijah for a long time just now, yet from beginning to end he had only evaded and never truly launched an attack, not even revealing a trace of a killing move from the heavens.In Mystic Vale's view, this was by no means due to insufficient strength. Rather, Carl must have had some unkno
The out-of-control Elijah seemed to fall into a brief haze. He needed an outlet, needed destruction, needed an opponent to appear so that he could release everything within him.At that moment, Elijah's gaze paused slightly, then slowly lifted. Those eyes, one like mist and the other like an abyss, empty of all reason, locked straight onto the figure that had long been standing at the edge of the stone platform.The closest person to him, the one with the clearest aura and the strongest sense of presence, was Carl.Carl still stood quietly with his hands behind his back, clad in a spotless black suit. His posture was detached and upright, like an eternal supreme deity overlooking this shattered world.Howling winds carried Chaos Mist and soul-devouring energy as they swept past, lifting his dark hair and stirring his clothes, yet they could never shake him in the slightest.Beneath his feet, a faint golden glow appeared and vanished like a slumberi
Trista really liked this scent: "You brought me the medicinal fragrance again, or Abby always thought of me."She didn't really believe Abby at first.At that moment, there was no doubt at all: "What Hamza did was excessive, how could he not let you go? Amelia is indeed your granddaughter, and you
"They all want to meet Miss Seven, but some of the remarks aren't very pleasant," Secretary Frank reported honestly. "Some people still believe that Miss Seven, coming from a small place, isn't qualified to attend their socialite banquet."Mr. Cromwell's eyes darkened. "Mr. Fisher just called too.
Saying that she could communicate with ghosts—Mia simply didn’t believe it!That girl had just learned a little medicine from the old lady. If anything, she was just fooling people. If she really understood Environmental Energy, then why hadn't she shown any of it back when they were in LA?Mia wa
In an instant—Sebastian froze completely!It was as if he had been struck by lightning. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, yet no words came out.His mind kept replaying the same sentence.She is Amelia, your sister.She is Amelia, your sister!At that moment, the screen was conveniently show







