All Chapters of My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

John Donner was a name synonymous with power and fear in Grayvale. He was a renowned martial artist who had reached the esteemed sovereign grade. His reputation spanned decades, and his influence on Grayvale was absolute. He was simply known as Master Donner. John was not just a man of influence. He was an untouchable force. Whether in legitimate circles or the underground, there was no one who dared to disrespect him. As his arrival at the Riley family villa drew near, the atmosphere grew heavy. It was suffused with an invisible pressure that seemed to pierce through the walls. It was suffocating, like a tangible aura of dominance that preceded the man himself. When John finally stepped into the villa, Dustin could hear his deliberate breathing. Each breath was perfectly measured. It was a hallmark of a martial artist grandmaster. It was a breathing technique designed to amplify strength with every step. John was building his power with each step, and his potential devas

John was a Legendary Martial Saint. When someone of his caliber reached near-perfect condition, the destructive power they could unleash would be terrifying. At this moment, Dustin was like prey locked in the sights of a hunter. He would be taken down at any second. “A Martial Saint in action? That brat doesn’t stand a chance,” someone muttered. “He’s dead for sure! Good riddance!” The Riley family members sneered. Archie smirked in anticipation. With Dustin out of the picture, no one could stop him from marrying Maisie. Standing in the center of the hall, John fixed his piercing gaze on Dustin. There was a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “The surviving descendant of the Fox family... To have reached such a level at your age is remarkable. At your age, I was far weaker… “I am the leader of Honora’s martial arts community. I owe the General of the West a favor, and he has tasked me with killing you today. Since you are a young man, I will grant you the courte

“My Liege, I’ve confirmed it. The Bloodveil Orchid is within the McCall family villa, located in Grayvale,” a Hell Guard said respectfully to Dustin at the security booth outside the Creative Arts Corporation building. Yesterday’s tension at the Riley family villa ended on an oddly subdued note. Though Shawna remained suspicious, she chose not to press the matter. Dustin had since resumed his unassuming role as a security guard. The Bloodveil Orchid was an extra ingredient needed to make the antidote to Irene’s poisoning. “The McCall family keeps a low profile, but they’re rumored to have ties with a top figure in Central Harbor… “Jonathan McCall has been bedridden for years and relies on rare and potent herbs to cling to life. The Bloodveil Orchid is such a rare herb that is brought in specifically for his treatment.” Dustin frowned. Someone dependent on the flower to sustain his life would hardly give it up. “Regardless, the flower must be secured,” Dustin said

Dustin’s skills amazed everyone in the hall. A Legendary Martial Saint in his early twenties was explosive news anywhere in Lovellia. “What? A Legendary Martial Saint?” Just as Allison entered the hall, she happened to see Dustin severely injure the ninth grade middle-aged martial artist. Her eyes instantly lit up. Upon hearing the elder’s shocked cry, her mouth slightly parted in disbelief. The McCall family was a low-profile martial arts family. She was a martial artist herself, and with exceptional talent, she had already reached the seventh grade. This placed her among the top young talents in Lovellia. But she was instantly overshadowed when compared to this man. Allison found it hard to believe that someone almost the same age as her had reached the Legendary Martial Saint level. She could not help but grow more curious about Dustin. ‘I knew it. He must be someone extraordinary,’ Allison thought. She felt glad that she had invited him in. “Sir, may I

“Guards! Arrest him and take him to the West Prison!” With a brisk command from Arthur, armored soldiers stormed into the McCall family villa. His fury burned bright. Punishing Dustin was the only thing that could quell it. “Mr. Arthur,” Allison said hastily in a pleading voice. “Would you grant our family some leniency and set this matter aside for now? My grandfather is gravely ill, and without treatment, he might not survive…” Reluctantly, Arthur relented. “Fine. But once Mr. Graves cures your grandfather, he’s a dead man.” He shot Dustin a venomous glare, and his voice dripped with menace. Dustin did not even flinch. “Please, follow me.” Allison led the group toward her grandfather’s room. The atmosphere inside was heavy with despair. Jonathan lay motionless on the bed. He was barely clinging to life. His breaths were faint and labored. Anyone could see he was days, if not hours, from the brink of death. It was no wonder Allison had risked her future in d