Christina and Iris faced off, their words slicing through the air like daggers. Christina had called Iris a scandalous mistress, and Iris had fired back, labeling Christina as shameless. A wager had been made, and Connor could only shake his head at the absurdity of it all. Sitting in the car, he glanced at the beautiful woman beside him and muttered, "A business magnate like you, and you're still playing childish games with bets?" Christina smiled slightly, her lips curving. "A war between women is something you wouldn't understand." Connor shrugged, unconvinced. "I've got nothing left. How am I supposed to surpass Kurt in just one month? Don't blame me if you lose." Christina blinked, her crescent-shaped eyes gleaming. "I'm confident we'll win. I believe in you." Connor narrowed his eyes. His ex-wife had discarded him like a piece of trash, and yet here Christina was, treating him like treasure. "Two hours until the gala starts. We should go in," Christina said, checking
Christina smiled. Her eyes curved into two crescent moons, and her lips arched into a graceful line. Was there anything in the world more absurd than this? Iris had been elevated to such heights by Connor, only to believe it was her own doing. Then, without hesitation, she kicked Connor aside and chose someone like Kurt instead. "But Ms. Astor, how could Iris have failed to notice Connor's silent contribution over three years?" Christina's secretary, Jessie Meyer, asked with a puzzled expression. "Does Peggy, who cleans the office, have a large mole on her face?" Christina asked suddenly. Jessie was momentarily stunned. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "I don't recall." Christina narrowed her eyes. "We see Peggy every day, yet you don't even know if she has a mole on her face." "Ms. Astor, how is that related?" "You don't notice Peggy because you don't see her as someone important. Even though you see her every day, her features don't register with you. The sam
The contract amount with Valence Pharmaceuticals was monumental—a collaboration project worth a staggering 1.5 billion dollars. Among the items in the agreement, Iris Pharmaceuticals' flagship product, the Crystal Breath Cough Syrup, accounted for a significant 60 percent of the deal—roughly 1 billion dollars. What stood out even more was the contract clause specifying a penalty for breach of agreement: ten times the amount of the violated sum. Without Connor's restoration of the magic array, the essential ingredient for the product, the Elderglow Herb, would inevitably wither entirely. When Iris Pharmaceuticals failed to produce its flagship product, the breach would lead to a compensation fee of… 10 billion dollars. 10 billion—where could Iris possibly procure that kind of money? Even if she sold off the entire company, she wouldn't be able to cover such a colossal debt. Perhaps if Kurt had a shred of conscience and decided to bundle Celestmere Corporation together with Iris
Connor had no intention of giving even a small piece of the Sanguis Bloom to Christina. It wasn't out of stinginess but practicality—this seven-hundred-year-old Sanguis Bloom was essentially a spiritual medicine. Without spiritual mastery, Christina consuming it would be a sheer waste. Connor had expected his blunt words to make her retreat. What he hadn't anticipated was her hesitation, as if she were seriously deliberating his conditions. He stared at her, utterly speechless. Was this heiress really considering baring herself in front of him? "Maybe... I'll just keep one piece of clothing on? The most important one," Christina mumbled, her tone filled with uncertainty after much deliberation. Connor frowned. Sure, he might have been tempted, but no amount of allure could compete with the value of the Sanguis Bloom. Besides, if she did eat it, he would have to expend effort helping her dissolve its potency. That would be darn troublesome. "No," he replied decisively. Chr
The McMillian family estate in Abnerhaven sprawled across a thousand acres. It was an opulent display of wealth and taste. Its meticulously crafted gardens and pavilions would have been a source of admiration—if not for the sinister reputation that hung over them like a shroud. Stories whispered of countless lives lost within these grounds, of vengeful spirits wailing through the night. The victims were said to be those who had dared to cross Seth, the man everyone called the Boss of the Underworld. His ascent to power and fortune was paved with the bones of his enemies. Yet, for all his notoriety, Seth now faced a new threat: the Astor family, outsiders whose arrival had disrupted his hold on Abnerhaven. Among them, Christina—renowned as a prodigy in the business world—was a force that Seth could not ignore. If left unchecked, her influence could decimate the McMillian family's business empire. At this moment, Seth sat under the intricately carved eaves of an octagonal pavilio
Jessie's face turned pale. She hurried to help Christina up. "Ms. Astor, are you all right?""I'm fine," Christina replied, standing up quickly. She had tripped while wearing high heels.Without hesitation, she kicked off her heels, holding one in her hand. In a fit of anger, she hurled it at Dominic below. "You filthy scum!"The shoe hit Dominic squarely, but instead of getting angry, he picked it up and brought it close to his nose, inhaling deeply with an expression of exaggerated pleasure.Disgusted, Christina felt her skin crawl. Without delay, Jessie grabbed her and pulled her toward the third floor.Christina's three remaining bodyguards, skilled as they were, couldn't hold off the attackers for much longer. Now, Christina had only Jessie by her side. She could only hope their security team would arrive in time.Meanwhile, under the potent medicinal effects of the Sanguis Bloom, Connor's old injuries were healing rapidly.In just over ten minutes, before the Sanguis Bloom
Connor's lips curved into a faint smile.Initially, he had only aimed to break through to the first level of spiritual refinement, a goal he achieved smoothly. But just as he prepared to rise from his seat, an unexpected surge of energy began coursing through his body. The force was unmistakably familiar. It was a fragment of the immense power he had once possessed, though now reduced to less than a tenth of its former magnitude.Even though his spiritual mastery had been wiped away in the past, not all of it had dissipated. A slumbering reservoir of strength had lain dormant within him, waiting for the right moment to awaken. With the reactivation of his spiritual energy, these latent energies converged, rushing to fill the void.When Connor finally stood, his spiritual mastery had soared to the third level of spiritual refinement. Though far from his former peak, this power was more than sufficient to defeat normal fighters.Without wasting time to stabilize his newfound stre
Dominic was practically beside himself with excitement. Was this really happening? The woman he had always wanted, Christina, had been just within his reach for so long. But his father's warnings had kept him from acting. Now, however, he was about to get what he desired.Christina was such a stunning beauty. If he could enjoy her, he thought, even death would be worth it.For a moment, Dominic stood frozen, his eyes wide open, quietly preparing himself to relish the sight of Christina's beauty amid this twisted moment.But Christina, now fully aware of the danger, felt herself sinking into an inferno. It was as though millions of ants were crawling inside her, gnawing at her from the inside. Her mind, her reason, were being consumed piece by piece by this swarm. She felt her body responding to forces she couldn't control, surrendering to an overwhelming pressure."Ms. Astor..." Jessie, lying on the floor, looked on in devastation."Hahahaha..." Dominic laughed aloud, like a
"Iris, Kurt is right. If there's money to be made, our family should be given the priority.""Let's go for a private offering. We'll all pitch in!"...All the relatives in the Goldwyn family wanted to hold more shares of Iris Pharmaceuticals.Iris nodded, agreeing. It wasn't a bad idea. After all, she needed to raise money, and if her relatives could profit along with her, why not?"How much do you need, Iris?" Kurt asked."About 170 million dollars.""170 million?"The Goldwyn family was shocked. They were used to dealing with tens of thousands, not millions. How could they possibly come up with that much?Kurt was equally stunned. Even if he emptied all his savings, he would only have 130 million. But Iris Pharmaceuticals was sure to grow by ten times, and the more they invested, the more they stood to gain.Kurt had already discussed this with his father, who was also optimistic about Iris Pharmaceuticals.Kurt decided to take out his father's savings as well and buy sha
"Cheers to Kurt!"The members of the Goldwyn family stood up one after another and raised their glasses to toast Kurt.Only Connor remained seated, unmoving, like an outsider who didn't belong in their world."Connor, why aren't you standing up to toast Kurt?" Sandra demanded sharply.Connor cast a nonchalant glance at Kurt. "Toast him? Does he deserve it?"The room froze for a moment. Connor, of course, knew the truth. The collaboration between Valence Pharmaceuticals and Iris Pharmaceuticals had been his doing. Yet Kurt had shamelessly claimed the credit.Bang!Sandra slammed the table with her palm, glaring at him. "What nonsense are you spouting, you ungrateful fool? Kurt is a benefactor to our family, and you dare show him disrespect?""Forget it, Sandra," Kurt said hurriedly, a placating smile on his face. "It's my fault. I accidentally broke Connor's Louis XIII: 1874 earlier. He must still be upset. I understand."His words, though seemingly magnanimous, carried a subtl
"What a fine cognac—"Just one sip was enough to leave Edward completely intoxicated, his face lighting up with a look of pure rapture.“Edward, could you at least try to maintain some dignity?” Sandra frowned, watching Edward crawl on the ground like a dog.But then, Iris's third uncle dashed forward, throwing himself down to drink from the floor as well.Who cared about dignity? A drop of this cognac was worth ten times its weight in gold. Passing up the chance to taste it would be nothing short of foolish.And besides, this might be their one and only chance in life to savor it.Soon enough, several of Iris's cousins joined in, scrambling toward the ground in a frenzy."Save some for me!"Even Bobby couldn't hold back anymore, charging forward to compete for a taste.The scene was absurd—grown men sprawled out on the floor, shamelessly lapping up the spilled cognac. All around them, relatives stood in stunned silence, staring at the spectacle.Yet, for all the lack of deco
The bottles shattered, sending a flood of amber liquid spreading across the ground. The rich, unmistakable aroma of Louis XIII: 1874 filled the air.Kurt had done it on purpose.These bottles of Louis XIII: 1874 were priceless. Even Kurt couldn't get his hands on something like this.He had no idea how Connor had come by them, but one thing was clear: if Connor presented them to Russell, it would absolutely impress him. The old man might even push for a reconciliation between Connor and Iris.“Oh no, my hand slipped,” Kurt muttered, rubbing his palms together and offering a sheepish grin.Connor's expression turned ice cold. Kurt was practically asking for trouble.The room went dead silent. If this really was Louis XIII: 1874, the loss was staggering.“Kurt, is that the real Louis XIII?” Sandra asked sharply, her tone cutting through the tension.“Fake,” Kurt declared without hesitation. “I drink Louis XIII all the time. One whiff, and I can tell it's just some cheap knockoff.
Connor didn't think too much about it and immediately agreed."Connor, are you still living in that old house?" Iris asked casually after stating her main purpose for calling.Not wanting to entertain a discussion about his personal life, Connor ended the call without replying.The next day, he carried the two bottles of Louis XIII and made his way to Russell's residence. The old man was a known lover of fine spirits, and this Louis XIII: 1874 he had received as a gift from Tom Astor would undoubtedly delight Russell. For a true connoisseur, it was nothing short of a priceless treasure.As soon as Connor arrived at the house, Iris came into view. She was dressed in an elegant azure top that accentuated her fair skin. The understated white inner lining added an air of subdued luxury, and her neatly styled updo lent her a refined and mature allure. She stood next to a sharply dressed young man in a tailored suit—Kurt.Seeing Connor, Iris felt her heart skip a beat and hurried to
"Connor, I'm pregnant—with your child."The morning call from Christina hit Connor like a lightning bolt, leaving him utterly dumbfounded."Christina!" he snapped, nearly losing control. "How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't touch you! You did it to yourself! I saved your life, and this is how you repay me? Are you even human? If I hear this nonsense again—""Prepare to be a father," Christina interrupted with icy precision before hanging up.Damn it!Connor slammed his phone down with a force that could crack stone, his frustration reaching its peak. How could anyone be this unreasonable? And even if something had happened between them last night, how could she possibly know she was pregnant already?Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. He let the ridiculous accusation dissolve into the air, secure in the knowledge that he hadn't done anything wrong.Focusing inward, he sensed the energy within his core. It surged and swirled like a vast ocean, rich
The next day, Iris returned home with a spring in her step. Although she didn't see Connor anywhere, which left her feeling an inexplicable emptiness, the emotion was quickly replaced by immense joy.She had just returned from the headquarters of Valence Pharmaceuticals, having signed a billion-dollar collaboration contract. This meant that Iris Pharmaceuticals was on the brink of soaring to unprecedented heights of success.The house was bustling with celebration. Relatives had come to congratulate her, and laughter filled the air—except for Michael, who sat with his arm in a cast, his face twisted in resentment. Everyone else couldn't stop grinning."Look at this, just look!" Evelyn knocked on the table, her expression brimming with smugness. "The moment Iris divorced that useless Connor, she lands a billion-dollar deal with the Astor family. What does that tell you?""It tells us Connor was a dead weight and was dragging Iris down all this time," Iris's third uncle chimed in wit
Connor left in a storm of frustration.The sight of a young girl's blood carried an undeniable implication, but it wasn't his doing. Christina had overstretched and broken her own hymen and pinned the blame on him, even insisting that he take responsibility. How absurd.Still, one thing caught him off guard—this stunning, elegant heiress, renowned for her beauty and charm, was a virgin! Beneath her captivating exterior was a woman who had preserved her purity.As opposed to Iris who appeared cold and aloof, a goddess in demeanor. Yet behind closed doors, she was something else entirely. It was all about contrast. Women, Connor realized, could never be judged solely by their appearances. Behind every mask lay a different truth.Thinking further, it made sense. Christina had ascended to the pinnacle of the business world at such a young age, likely pouring all her time and energy into her career. Personal matters had taken a back seat.But Connor didn't dwell on these trivialiti
For someone of Connor's spiritual mastery, expelling the poison wasn't a difficult task. With his expertise at the third level of spiritual refinement, it was entirely within his capability. Yet, the process was tedious and demanding, requiring both precision and extraordinary self-control.Soon, beads of sweat formed on Connor's forehead, streaking down his face in uneven lines. His arms and neck bore fresh, deep scratches, the marks of Christina's desperate, frantic claws. As the toxins gradually purged from her body, Christina's thrashing slowed, and her movements grew less erratic.Meanwhile, in the McMillian family manor, Seth sat frozen, his face contorting in a storm of fury. His jaw was clenched tight, veins bulging in his neck, and his forehead glistened with sweat. Each word that escaped his lips was like venom, his voice low and seething with rage."Connor!!!"The news from Moonveil Manor had reached him like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.Dominic had failed. Worse,