After settling Michelle in, Felix headed to the living room. He hesitated for a bit before calling Karina. Max's authority over Meadowspring villagers was beyond his current powerless state. But with Michelle's safety at stake, he had no choice. Soon, the call was connected. "Felix, what's wrong?" Felix felt guilty about failing his promise. "Karina, about Michelle..." After hearing the story, Karina said, "Pearly? I don't know her, but I'll look into it. Don't worry. I'll make sure she never troubles Michelle again." She added, "Don't blame yourself. I know your situation is complicated." It was complicated indeed.…Two peaceful weeks passed. Felix continued his daily ritual of cultivating Dragonspine at Yardley Dining, undisturbed by the Elders' Council or others. True to Karina's word, the threat vanished. If not, Max would not have waited this long given his menacing attitude earlier. His only frustration was Xena. Even Alistair confirmed she had been swamped since
Was Yvonne really trying to send a reminder to Felix? It was unnecessary. He had not forgotten his promise to her at Ernest's birthday party. Though Felix would not dare claim Yvonne as his, they had been intimate, and her feelings were obvious. If he could not marry her, he could at least let her choose her own happiness instead of being controlled by Nala. They reached Aleshire at sunset. George led Felix to a nightclub. "Yartford is the political center of the country, so certain things have to be done discreetly there. But Aleshire's different. Tonight, you'll see real entertainment." Felix was not particularly interested, but he had time to kill. "The Nightowl is Aleshire's finest club. No one dares claim second place." Inside, hostesses with curvy legs lined the entrance. "Mr. Zimmerman! It's been too long!" A youthful-looking older woman approached. Her light makeup showed how confident she was about her appearance rather than courage. "Ah, Calista! Still stunning
What? Calista, who was about to tell the three hostesses to sit down, froze mid-smile. Felix's words carried an unmistakable challenge.Ryan and George exchanged knowing looks. Of all the people to clash with in Aleshire, it had to be the Walsh family. They knew Felix's true purpose here. "Do you... still want Sadie?" Chewing watermelon, Felix crossed his legs. "Yes, only Sadie. Pass a message to Mr. Walsh. If he's smart, send her over."As Calista hesitated, George's cold voice cut in, "Are you deaf or lame?" "Right away!"The manager knew her customers well. Some big shots could be managed, but others were untouchable. George and Ryan belonged to the latter category. "Do you need backup, Mr. Zeller?" George asked after Calista left, making the other girls hold their breath. In Aleshire, few dared cross the Walsh family. The girls could not believe they met people who dared to do so today."We're civilized, aren't we? But can you guess which Walsh it is?" Ryan answer
Michael raised his glass and said, "George is right. Here's to you both. I hope you enjoy your time in Aleshire, and don't hesitate to ask if you need anything." He knew exactly why these two were here—they were attending his wedding tomorrow. However, given they were at The Nightowl, an upscale nightclub, he figured it was best not to bring it up.Ryan and George raised their glasses in response, but Felix remained motionless. His indifference seriously irritated Michael."I don't believe we've met. Who might you be?" Michael's youthful pride got the better of him. He could have just finished his drink and left, but he felt the need to assert himself. He could not let this slide, and he wondered who Felix thought he was to disrespect him like this. "I'm Felix Zeller. I'm no one important, but here's a word of advice—if you're planning to get married, show some respect for each other, alright?"Michael could not believe Felix was actually lecturing him. His irritat
The Walsh residence in Aleshire, sprawling across 35 acres, was a testament to their wealth. The renovations alone had cost around two billion dollars, and the total property value was estimated at 20 billion dollars—a clear display of their immense fortune.For a family like theirs, there was no need to book high-end hotels or luxury resorts for weddings. Their estate was more than sufficient to host the grandest of celebrations. Today marked the wedding of Michael, the youngest Walsh son, to Yvonne, Nala's personal secretary. It was a perfect match given their social standings, and the steady stream of luxury cars arriving at the estate indicated the scale of the event. Soon, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up, and Nala stepped out, still wearing her signature veil. She was accompanied by Alfie, who had donned a custom-tailored suit. The Walsh family's major members personally greeted her, which just showed how extraordinary her status was. Once they reached a private
After Yale's disappearance, Nala had abandoned her original plans. With the recent appearance of the founder's attendant, Dragon Alliance had regained its former glory, and no one dared to challenge their authority.At the entrance of the Walsh residence, Dominic arrived just as a sleek black executive sedan pulled up. Nala recognized the two figures who stepped out first—both the vice leaders of Dragon Alliance, whom she had met before.The fact that the vice leaders were opening the car door could only mean one thing—the Dragon Lord was here. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Dominic had already instructed security to clear away unnecessary guests."Welcome to Michael's wedding. Dragon Lord, Your presence brings great honor to the Walsh family," Dominic said earnestly. This unexpected visit would undoubtedly elevate the Walsh family's status even higher than their planned alliance with Nala.Vivian nodded in acknowledgment before heading inside, with Dominic carefully
After delivering this news, Dominic hurried away, leaving Nala standing there in disbelief. She mumbled, "Did he say… the Grandmaster of Moonshadow Alliance?"Beside her, Alfie's eyes widened with shock. "If I heard correctly, yes, miss. That's exactly what he said." Alfie understood Nala's astonishment. Moonshadow Alliance's Grandmaster was even more mysterious than Dragon Alliance's founder. While some had at least glimpsed Eloise's silhouette, no one knew anything about Dahlia.Moreover, Moonshadow Alliance had maintained its supreme position for years. Their power was evident at the recent Avesburgh auction of the Miracle Card, where a single bid from them had silenced all other potential buyers. And now, their elusive leader was attending Michael's wedding."Let's go!" Nala rushed toward the entrance, determined to uncover what made this wedding so unique that it could attract two of the most powerful figures players in their world.Ryan and George had also received the news
The woman appeared to be in her 40s, yet possessed an ageless elegance. Her gentle smile had an almost magical quality that could lift anyone's spirits, making even the gloomiest thoughts vanish instantly.Her presence alone radiated an almost magnetic charm, the kind that was impossible to ignore."Welcome, milady. The Walsh family is deeply honored by your presence," Dominic said as he approached, his voice trembling slightly. He could barely imagine how this day would elevate their family's social standing.The woman smiled gently and said, "I'm Christie Manning, the third-generation Master of Moonshadow Alliance. Forgive me for intruding."Her voice was mesmerizing, rich, and melodious, weaving its way into the minds of everyone present. Many men in the crowd were visibly entranced, their expressions dazed. It was as if her words had struck a chord deep within their souls. Standing nearby, Nala felt a pang of disappointment flicker across her features. She was hoping it mig
The moment Finnley spotted Felix, he stood up and reprimanded him loudly. As the younger generation, any disrespect from Finney might be forgiven, but Dominic had to maintain composure, especially now.A gentle breeze swept through, and the security guards stumbled backward several steps. Only then did everyone notice the elderly man standing two steps behind Felix—Seven, the head of Flair, founded by Averill.Without even lifting a finger, Seven had repelled the guards, showcasing an immense power that left the crowd in stunned silence. George and Ryan tensed up as they watched Felix's bold entrance. With influential figures like Christie and Vivian present, not to mention the other distinguished guests, they worried about how this situation would resolve.Yvonne's heart was in turmoil. She had not expected Felix to come, let alone with such determination to take her away. Though she longed to run into Felix's arms and live on her own terms, she knew it was not that simple. Nal
As time passed, the guests took their seats, awaiting the start of the ceremony. The Walsh family had opted for two wedding ceremonies. This was a grand one, meant for a bigger crowd, including friends and business associates. An intimate ceremony was planned for three days later, inviting only their close family members. It was a testament to the family's penchant for elaborate customs.At the front tables, Christie sat on the left and Vivian on the right, commanding everyone's attention. Sharing the table with them was none other than Nala, a clear indicator of her elevated status within this gathering. "What should we do? We still can't find Mr. Zeller, but surely he's heard the news by now. He can't act rashly!" Ryan mumbled anxiously, still feeling guilty about lying during the Eastern Mountain incident."Mr. Gibson, what's the point of worrying? Can we really influence his decisions?" George glanced at Vivian's table with a bitter smile, knowing she could be the wild card i
The woman appeared to be in her 40s, yet possessed an ageless elegance. Her gentle smile had an almost magical quality that could lift anyone's spirits, making even the gloomiest thoughts vanish instantly.Her presence alone radiated an almost magnetic charm, the kind that was impossible to ignore."Welcome, milady. The Walsh family is deeply honored by your presence," Dominic said as he approached, his voice trembling slightly. He could barely imagine how this day would elevate their family's social standing.The woman smiled gently and said, "I'm Christie Manning, the third-generation Master of Moonshadow Alliance. Forgive me for intruding."Her voice was mesmerizing, rich, and melodious, weaving its way into the minds of everyone present. Many men in the crowd were visibly entranced, their expressions dazed. It was as if her words had struck a chord deep within their souls. Standing nearby, Nala felt a pang of disappointment flicker across her features. She was hoping it mig
After delivering this news, Dominic hurried away, leaving Nala standing there in disbelief. She mumbled, "Did he say… the Grandmaster of Moonshadow Alliance?"Beside her, Alfie's eyes widened with shock. "If I heard correctly, yes, miss. That's exactly what he said." Alfie understood Nala's astonishment. Moonshadow Alliance's Grandmaster was even more mysterious than Dragon Alliance's founder. While some had at least glimpsed Eloise's silhouette, no one knew anything about Dahlia.Moreover, Moonshadow Alliance had maintained its supreme position for years. Their power was evident at the recent Avesburgh auction of the Miracle Card, where a single bid from them had silenced all other potential buyers. And now, their elusive leader was attending Michael's wedding."Let's go!" Nala rushed toward the entrance, determined to uncover what made this wedding so unique that it could attract two of the most powerful figures players in their world.Ryan and George had also received the news
After Yale's disappearance, Nala had abandoned her original plans. With the recent appearance of the founder's attendant, Dragon Alliance had regained its former glory, and no one dared to challenge their authority.At the entrance of the Walsh residence, Dominic arrived just as a sleek black executive sedan pulled up. Nala recognized the two figures who stepped out first—both the vice leaders of Dragon Alliance, whom she had met before.The fact that the vice leaders were opening the car door could only mean one thing—the Dragon Lord was here. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Dominic had already instructed security to clear away unnecessary guests."Welcome to Michael's wedding. Dragon Lord, Your presence brings great honor to the Walsh family," Dominic said earnestly. This unexpected visit would undoubtedly elevate the Walsh family's status even higher than their planned alliance with Nala.Vivian nodded in acknowledgment before heading inside, with Dominic carefully
The Walsh residence in Aleshire, sprawling across 35 acres, was a testament to their wealth. The renovations alone had cost around two billion dollars, and the total property value was estimated at 20 billion dollars—a clear display of their immense fortune.For a family like theirs, there was no need to book high-end hotels or luxury resorts for weddings. Their estate was more than sufficient to host the grandest of celebrations. Today marked the wedding of Michael, the youngest Walsh son, to Yvonne, Nala's personal secretary. It was a perfect match given their social standings, and the steady stream of luxury cars arriving at the estate indicated the scale of the event. Soon, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up, and Nala stepped out, still wearing her signature veil. She was accompanied by Alfie, who had donned a custom-tailored suit. The Walsh family's major members personally greeted her, which just showed how extraordinary her status was. Once they reached a private
Michael raised his glass and said, "George is right. Here's to you both. I hope you enjoy your time in Aleshire, and don't hesitate to ask if you need anything." He knew exactly why these two were here—they were attending his wedding tomorrow. However, given they were at The Nightowl, an upscale nightclub, he figured it was best not to bring it up.Ryan and George raised their glasses in response, but Felix remained motionless. His indifference seriously irritated Michael."I don't believe we've met. Who might you be?" Michael's youthful pride got the better of him. He could have just finished his drink and left, but he felt the need to assert himself. He could not let this slide, and he wondered who Felix thought he was to disrespect him like this. "I'm Felix Zeller. I'm no one important, but here's a word of advice—if you're planning to get married, show some respect for each other, alright?"Michael could not believe Felix was actually lecturing him. His irritat
What? Calista, who was about to tell the three hostesses to sit down, froze mid-smile. Felix's words carried an unmistakable challenge.Ryan and George exchanged knowing looks. Of all the people to clash with in Aleshire, it had to be the Walsh family. They knew Felix's true purpose here. "Do you... still want Sadie?" Chewing watermelon, Felix crossed his legs. "Yes, only Sadie. Pass a message to Mr. Walsh. If he's smart, send her over."As Calista hesitated, George's cold voice cut in, "Are you deaf or lame?" "Right away!"The manager knew her customers well. Some big shots could be managed, but others were untouchable. George and Ryan belonged to the latter category. "Do you need backup, Mr. Zeller?" George asked after Calista left, making the other girls hold their breath. In Aleshire, few dared cross the Walsh family. The girls could not believe they met people who dared to do so today."We're civilized, aren't we? But can you guess which Walsh it is?" Ryan answer
Was Yvonne really trying to send a reminder to Felix? It was unnecessary. He had not forgotten his promise to her at Ernest's birthday party. Though Felix would not dare claim Yvonne as his, they had been intimate, and her feelings were obvious. If he could not marry her, he could at least let her choose her own happiness instead of being controlled by Nala. They reached Aleshire at sunset. George led Felix to a nightclub. "Yartford is the political center of the country, so certain things have to be done discreetly there. But Aleshire's different. Tonight, you'll see real entertainment." Felix was not particularly interested, but he had time to kill. "The Nightowl is Aleshire's finest club. No one dares claim second place." Inside, hostesses with curvy legs lined the entrance. "Mr. Zimmerman! It's been too long!" A youthful-looking older woman approached. Her light makeup showed how confident she was about her appearance rather than courage. "Ah, Calista! Still stunning