Sebastian was being honest. Rose was a gorgeous woman, but he felt that she was very dangerous.Rose burst into laughter and shook her head, saying, "You shouldn't be nervous about me. You should be nervous about Jeffrey.""He came back to Steinberg to kill you! You have to be careful with this man," Rose said. She got up to leave."Why did you tell me this?" Sebastian could not believe that Rose would have good intentions."I just don't want to see you die all of a sudden. Even if you do die, I should be the one who kills you."Rose smiled charmingly.Sebastian was only dazed for a second, but she had already disappeared into the crowd."Jeffrey?" Sebastian stood up slowly, repeating the name on his lips.…Under the night sky, a buff middle-aged man wearing black was standing on the bridge over the river, watching the river flow noisily under it.It was Jeffrey, and he had just returned from Holand."Sebastian, you killed my brother and hurt my nephew. I am going to make
"Mr. Ballard, how confident are you?" Ambrose asked, staring nervously at Sebastian."80%!" Sebastian answered calmly.Sebastian was actually just being modest.Sweat beaded on Ambrose's forehead. An 80% rate of success was still much too low when a life was at stake.Besides, the one that was hovering between life and death on the hospital bed was his son!After an hour's treatment, Elias finally opened his eyes. "Elias!""Elias!" Ambrose, Arabella, and Zane lunged forward almost simultaneously."Dad, Mom?" Elias looked weakly at his parents, then turned to Zane and said, "Zane!""Elias, you've only just recovered. Don't be in such a hurry to talk, and rest well," Arabella said, holding her son's hand and looking at him sorrowfully. "Elias, recoverwell. Augustine and I will come to visit you frequently. Also, remember that if you ever go racing again, you and I will no longer be friends!" Zane's eyes had become wet when he saw that Elias had finally woken up.Elias only
Ambrose asked immediately. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot. "Alright. Let's go right away." Sebastian turned and said to Zane, "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon.""Mr. Ballard, if anything happens - oh, forget it. I'll just wait for you here. It'll be no use calling me, because I can't do anything to help," Zane said, scratching his head.The Northmans did have some connections in Sartvale, but Zane was very self-aware and knew that with his status and influence, he could never compare with someone from Janover. Even if anything did happen to Sebastian, he would not be able to help. Sebastian patted Zane's shoulder and got into the car with Ambrose.…The Elysium was one of the most luxurious clubs in Sunway.Ambrose's car was only about half a mile away from the Elysium when the security on the roads suddenly became very tight.The scale of the security made it seem as if there was an inspection from the higher-ups going on."Is this really necessary?" Sebas
When Sebastian and Ambrose walked into the luxurious presidential suite on the fifth floor, two people were already waiting for them there.One of them was a well-dressed, middle-aged man who was about 40 years old. The moment he saw Ambrose, he couldn't help being startled.Beside him was an old man in his 50s with white hair. The old man wore spectacles and was dressed in a long robe. A sack was slung over his shoulder, and the sack had a picture of the Eightfold Symbol embroidered on it.Ambrose was equally startled to see the middle-aged man. He laughed coldly and said, "Wilbur Quinton. What are you doing here?"The middle-aged man in his 40s laughed coldly as well and said, "I'm here to discuss business, of course. I'm sure you came to do the same, Mr. Rosenchild.""Hmph!" Ambrose huffed coldly and ignored him. He went to sit on the sofa opposite them with Sebastian."Mr. Rosenchild, Mr. Quinton, nice to meet the both of you. I apologize for my lack of hospitality."A middle
The young man was Brett Dunhill, Angus' only son!Ten years ago, he had fallen into a dried-up well while playing outside, and he had been like this ever since.Angus felt extremely anxious whenever he saw how dazed Brett was. If Brett remained this way forever, control of the Dunhill family might end up in the hands of a branch family.However, they had seen all the most famous doctors and practitioners of various arts all over the country, but there had been no improvement at all."Mr. Dunhill, I don't think your son has the most common form of Vacant Soul syndrome. A few years ago, I learned medicine with an expert. I wonder if I could take your son's pulse?" Fernando asked, standing up. "Of course you can," Angus said, smiling.A maid standing at the sides of the room came to help Brett roll up his sleeves and expose his wrist.When Brett held out his wrist, Sebastian's eyes gleamed.There was a faint black line on Brett's wrist. If one didn't look too closely, it could be
Ambrose had been planning to say that Sebastian had saved Elias' life, but he changed his mind as it seemed rather inappropriate."Are you a doctor?" Angus asked, frowning. The truth was that Angus had been to see countless doctors, both traditional and modern. He had already spoken to all the famous doctors in the country, but it had been completely useless.Finally, at the suggestion of a geomancer, Angus had found a mystic arts expert.However, even if Sebastian was a traditional medicine doctor, he only looked a couple of years older than Brett. How could he know anything at such a young age?Sebastian nodded slightly and said, "Yes.""Then… How long have you been practicing medicine?" Angus asked, looking contemptuous. Sebastian couldn't help frowning. Angus was obviously looking down on him!"Three years," Sebastian answered impassively."What did you say? Who do you think my son is? Do you think he's your guinea pig?" Angus was furious when he heard that Sebastian ha
Angus suppressed his anger and thought for a moment before saying, "You're right. Let him stay, then."Angus waved at one of the men in black suits behind him. His name was Luther Hart, and he was the head of security for Angus' guards.Luther went up to Angus and bent down. Angus said to him in a low voice, "Tell the men on the first floor to bring that young man back.""Alright." Luther turned and went to the corridor, where he said into a walkie-talkie, "Listen up, Team One! A young man is going to walk out of the elevator soon. When he does, bring him back!""Yes, sir!" someone answered on the other end."Serve the tea!" Angus instructed, leaning back in his chair. Seeing that Angus had the intention of letting Sebastian return, both Wilbur and Fernando had no choice but to wait patiently.At that moment, Sebastian's elevator reached the first floor. When the elevator doors opened, a black-clad man said to him, "May I ask for your name, sir?""Sebastian Ballard," Sebastian
"Didn't you say that you wanted to break my legs? It'll be your turn soon. I'm going to break both your legs into at least a hundred pieces!" Sebastian said. He suddenly moved like lightning and felled the remaining two black-clad men. Like the three before them, they all had one leg broken, and they fell to the ground, howling in pain.The black-clad man who had first tried to stop Sebastian had broken out in a cold sweat.He had never imagined that Sebastian would be so ferocious and calculated. Breaking a leg seemed to be as normal to him as breaking a stick. "Your turn!" Sebastian smiled as he walked toward the black-clad man. "You… you… Don't come here!" the black-clad man said, his voice trembling.Sebastian flashed a harmless smile at him and said, "Didn't you say that I wasn't allowed to leave and that you would break my legs? Now that I'm coming back, you want me not to go over there?""Don't come here!" the black-clad man yelled as he backed away swiftly."Are yo