All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 1901 - Chapter 1910

Torven stood frozen for a moment. He looked at the weapons his men were holding, then at Sam, who was unarmed. He let out a mocking chuckle and said, "You got lucky last time. Did you really think you're some kind of invincible fighter?" He then told his men, "Have some fun with him." Then he strolled over to a chair at the side. Since Sawyer wasn't here, he must have gone back to Pratt Group. The company was under investigation now, and as deputy mayor, Torven would naturally need to check on things there. With Torven's order to kill Sam, the thugs stopped holding back. Blades flashed as they swung at Sam. Sam just smirked at the incoming weapons. As a blade came at his face, he raised two fingers and caught it between them. The thug froze, then pulled with all his might, but the weapon wouldn't budge. It was like trying to move a mountain. With just a light squeeze, the blade snapped in half. The remaining thugs saw what happened and kept charging toward Sam. Sam let out

Audrey and Sawyer exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up. After all, there was still business to finish. Sawyer turned to the group. "Let's go. First, we'll stop by Finnigan's place, then I'll take you all to the banquet tonight." Sam blinked a few times. "A banquet? Does that mean food? Will there be lots of people?" Sawyer chuckled. "It's a banquet, so there'll be plenty of people." Sam rubbed his nose. "I don't like crowded places. Everyone feels so fake. They all wear smiles, but that's just how they appeared on the surface." Sawyer patted Sam on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Just stick with me, and all you need to worry about is eating and drinking." Sam took a deep breath. "Alright then." Rafferty had already brought the car around. Everyone climbed in, and they headed toward the Public Integrity Office. Before long, the car pulled up to the entrance. Finnigan was already waiting for them outside. Sawyer got out first and walked over to him. "F

Within a minute, the arcane practitioners were all barely hanging on as they lay sprawled on the ground. They looked at Sam as if they were staring at a demon. Sam walked toward them slowly, his voice haunting their ears like some demon's whisper. Lorcan pushed down his fear and said, "If you kill us, our mentor will make you pay!" Sam stopped walking. "Hmm, your mentor? Tell him to come over then." Lorcan blinked in confusion. "Huh? Are you serious? Do you actually want that?" Lorcan was actually terrified of Sam. What if Sam was setting them up? What if he wanted them to call for help just so he could murder them all before their mentor showed up? Sam nodded. "How's your mentor going to save you if he doesn't show up? Call him already. I've got a party to get to." He dusted off his clothes while talking. He still had to attend that banquet, after all. Hearing this, Lorcan kept his eyes glued on Sam while digging through his bag for a rescue flare. This was the Dawnscale

After hearing Aria's words, Niall waved at someone behind, who pushed a wheelchair through the ballroom door. The person sitting in it looked lifeless, as if he were just an empty shell that was barely hanging on. Once the wheelchair reached Aria, Niall spoke. "There's a simple way for you to prove your actual skills. This man in the wheelchair is my brother, Jeremiah. Years ago, he disappeared somewhere. And ever since he came back home, he's been completely different. "Not only did his health get worse, but he aged rapidly too. He appears to be in his 60s or 70s now, but he's actually only 40 years old. Medical experts can't find anything wrong with him. "I only came to this banquet because I heard arcane priests would be attending. That's why I had someone wheel Jeremiah over. I wanted the priests to examine him. "Since Mr. Keating thinks you're so capable, go ahead and heal him then. If you can cure him, our family will forever treat you as an honored guest. We'll even foll

Though the three leaders of Dawnscale Sect had called Tristan out, he didn't see it that way. "With all these vengeful spirits here, am I supposed to just watch them hurt everyone?" One of the Dawnscale sect leaders stroked his beard as he answered Tristan. "They're getting revenge, not hurting innocent people. Tristan, don't try to change the subject on us. Since when do we arcane practitioners turn a blind eye to injustice? "You, on the other hand, are just full of excuses. If someone did something unfair to you, would you wait until your next life to get even? Today, Quinlan has to pay for everything he did to get rid of all the vengefulness here." Tristan frowned as he tried to argue. "They're griefwraiths—" "Griefwraiths?" The sect leader looked him up and down. "Have you ever thought about who turned them into griefwraiths then? Quinlan's the one who suppressed them by force and even used their souls to fuel his own arcane powers. "I wonder if all your disciples from Em