Mag-log inAmelia leaned against Carl's chest. She lifted her head and looked at his sharply defined jawline. "I couldn't dodge it just now. Thank goodness you were there."Carl lowered his head, his gaze falling on the bloodstained smear on her cheek. His fingertips gently brushed away the trace of blood. His voice was low and tender, carrying a faint pain he did not easily reveal. "Be more careful."He had almost been too late. If anything had truly happened to Amelia, even sacrificing the entire Mistpeak Sect would not have been enough.A reverse scale was never just an empty saying.The rules of the heavens had already been broken the moment he reached out, yet he could not afford to care. Once that punch landed on Amelia, it would have meant death or grievous injury.His fiancée could not be allowed to come to harm."You... who exactly are you?" The Second Elder clutched his knee and asked in a trembling voice.Carl ignored him and s
Across both the American and London stock markets, massive short positions were taken with frenzied intensity against the shares of the Cromwell Group.An overwhelming wave of sell orders swept through the market like a flood. The Cromwell Group's stock price collapsed the moment trading opened, triggering circuit breakers ten times within a single hour. More than $60000000000 in market value evaporated, retail investors panicked and dumped their shares, capital forces smashed the price relentlessly, and the Cromwell Group's stock became as worthless as scrap paper, plunging nonstop with no strength left for any rebound.Inside the stock exchange, wails filled the air. The Cromwell Group's ticker symbol had already become a nightmare that every investor desperately avoided.The overseas banking alliance secretly controlled by Mystic Vale suddenly announced, without negotiation, the termination of all cooperation with the Cromwell Group, demanding immediate repay
"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.
"Amelia, Alfonso, have some soup." Ruby gently placed the soup bowls on the coffee table, pushing one toward Alfonso and the other toward Amelia, her eyes curved in a smile. "I made this pigeon soup especially to nourish your vital essence. Alfonso, you just woke up and your body is still weak, s
Amelia suddenly stretched her neck forward: "Does it have anything to do with you?"Carl's fingertips paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal: "No, it doesn't. I'm just a patient."Amelia blinked: "But your condition is almost cured.""Not yet." Carl coughed ligh
When Kellen first came into contact with Amelia, he did have someone investigate their identities, but the results showed that Amelia was the seventh daughter of the Cromwell family, and Carl was the head of the Jenkins family. There were no other connections.But now, Kellen no longer thought they
It spread along his blood vessels, bringing a tingling numbness, but soon, that numbness turned into intense stabbing pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his nerves all at once."Ugh..." Alfonso's body began to convulse uncontrollably, his teeth clenched tightly, his face growing even







