The celebration ended on this downward note; Blake and Xuanlu left Hana at the carriage and went to see the Emperor. When they received clearance, they entered and gave a courteous bow to the Emperor.“You are the Formation Master who insulted my son.” The Emperor blurred out, not showing any hostility, just stating a fact.“The Emperor has eyes that see clearly, but I was not going to hide it any longer. Your son faired off lightly for having set his hands on my wife,” Blake said casually and went and took a seat without permission. Showing how brazen he was in front of the Emperor.“I could have you arrested and thrown in prison.” The Emperor said, looking at Blake.“What, no tea? How can you treat your guest like this? As for prison, I don’t think you want a pile of rubble left behind.” Blake said. “Oh, this inhibiting array in the room? Trash.”Blake then released his aura and the center of the room runes lit up and then disappeared.The Emperor’s eyes widen. Not only did Blake fi
“Alright, well, you have sampled some of the resources I can bring to the Inner World, and the agreement has been finished, Miss. Chai Xuanlu and I will depart; your Majesty doesn’t have to see us out. Come Xuanlu.” Blake said while looking a the royal seal on his document agreement with the Emperor.When the couple left the room, the Emperor took another swallow of his wine, and his eyes became shrewd with a scheming look.“Why did you let him leave like that?” The person who entered the room was none other than the Emperess. “We’ve confirmed that he was the one who framed my Xiang Ma. We could send the guards to retain him here and have him executed.”“If we do that, will we even survive? Listen, he’s already a Martial Ancestor cultivator. How do you believe we can arrest such a force? He destroyed the array here with only his aura. Leave Master Blake Elon to me; I’m already ahead of him. He wants to start a trade route between the two worlds. I’ll allow this, but will it be smooth?
Blake looked at Sylvia, and with a wave of his hand a hot pot of coffee was before her. In Blake’s Space Pouch he had collected many items from Earth and had prepared them readily. Being in the Space Pouch, nothing could deteriorate or spoil, As it was entered as it would exit.“Thank you. You are my lifesaver.” Sylvia called out as she poured herself a cup and sighed in satisfaction.“Could you please?” Claire asked.Sylvia looked over to Claire and handed her the coffee pot so she could partake in the wholesomeness.Blake looked over the table and smiled. This was what he needed to recuperate.“Uhm, may I ?” Sister Song asked, looking at the coffee.Claire smiled and handed her the pot as well. Sister Song had grown fond of this bitter water they call coffee.“I can’t understand how you can withstand such taste. If it were, I would have settled for hot chocolate.” Xuanlu stated, looking in Blake’s direction.Blake sighed, and a large thermos appeared before Xuanlu. Xuanlu hurridly a
Blake watched Sylvia’s back as she departed and shook his head. He definitely felt a presence not belonging to Sylvia. Blake had known his third cousin since they were little and could sense another presence within her. If the other person didn’t show any hostility or killing intent towards his woman or himself, he would ignore it for now, but if anything happens to anyone, may god have mercy on their souls. But for now, he would leave it be and focus on other matters. He and a few were to leave today and head over to the Chai family in the Southern Provenance and reunite Xuanlu with her family.Helen, Sister Song, Claire, Elsie and Helenor were coming while Sylvia and Hana were staying to oversee the beginning of their trading company here in the Inner World market. With Sylvia’s knowledge of sales, it should be easy for them to establish a profitable business.Blake went to where the teleportation formation was located this area was the safest spot for the next plan of action. How c
It was in the early evening, but it seemed later than it should have. The stormy weather gave an eerie vibe that loomed overhead. A lone wanderer is seen quickly walking towards a sizeable two-story estate door as the lightning flashes illuminating the person trying to avoid the rain. Being his last delivery for the day, he’s been ready for his shift to end so he can take a hot shower to take away the weather’s chill. The small awning above the door gave little relief from the drenching rain from the storm. It finally opened from knocking on the door for a minute and sounding the doorbell multiple times. A rather displeased man is standing there and questions him. “This is the Weston estate. State your business.” He bellowed, looking at the gentleman in front of him being rained upon. “I’m here to deliver this envelope. It’s assigned to Mr. George Weston and must be hand-delivered and signed for.” The delivery man said quickly, holding a large brown envelope while getting drenched
To everyone at the table, this came as a complete surprise. Everyone knew that with the help of the Andersons, the family would soar to the top known families in Swanville, California. Steve was the young master of the Anderson family; he was to be the next CEO of their real estate company and heir to Anderson’s fortune. Who wouldn’t want him to be their grandson-in-law? Everyone was whispering to one another, unable to believe what the head of the family had said. “Grandfather, why? He’s competent; he can bring many benefits to the family if this union can be….” Said Claire, almost in tears. She worked hard to pursue this family union, bringing her more benefits into the family’s good graces and using this opportunity to get ahead in the company. A young man sitting opposite Claire smiled. He was jealous of Claire’s influence on the family; she and her sister were always his grandfather’s favorite. He was Henry Weston, Claire’s first cousin, and she and he were always rivals. “Si
“You still want benefits?” Asked George Weston, getting aggravated over the whole ordeal; what was the matter with today’s youth? I would have jumped at the chance to marry into a wealthy family. “I’m selling my freedom of three years in an arranged marriage that we both don’t want; of course, there has to be an incentive.” “How about this, If you two don’t continue the marriage after the allotted time, you can walk away with a million dollars.” Said George Weston. “A million is too low, three million, and it’s a done deal.” Blake is reputed, and how could there be such a low number for the time he had to stay with this woman? “Agreed. What do you say on your end, my dear?” Asked George Weston, looking upon Claire with hope. “Okay, but during this time, he cannot touch me. I will continue to be pure for my future husband. If he defiles me, this contract will be breached, and he will have to pay me fifteen million dollars back as compensation.” Replied Claire looking at Blake with
Blake closed the door and sat on a wooden chair in front of the desk. It was a fairly spacious office with an oak desk, leather seat, a couch on the side, and filing cabinets. A window with shades was behind Mr. Wilson as he sat, giving a vibe from an old movie. “Blake, what happened during your last delivery?” Asked Mr. Wilson, sternly looking at Blake. “I don’t know what you mean?” Asked Blake with a blank expression. “I just got off the phone with a Mr. Weston stating that you will be reporting back to his home tomorrow morning and that you will not be able to work that day. Who did you offend? Do you know who that person is?” asked Mr. Wilson getting angry. “It’s the goddam Weston Family; they are one of the most influential families in the city.” “Sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I was going to explain to you as soon as I got back that I was not going to make it into work tomorrow, but I guess grandfather beat me to it.” Said Blake without showing any concern. “Grandfather, who’s your