All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 2201 - Chapter 2210

He had even lost the courage to lift his head and look in the direction where Carl had departed.Mystic Vale struggled to crawl up from the ground, his legs still weak and trembling. He did not even dare to glance again at the Mystic Mountains. Only a single thought remained in his mind—run. Run immediately. Never again set foot in this accursed place that had shattered his soul essence.Seeing this, the subordinates who had narrowly escaped death felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They scrambled to their feet, stumbling and crawling, not bothering to retrieve their scattered weapons, not bothering to soothe their collapsing soul essence. They followed behind Mystic Vale, fleeing in panic like homeless dogs.The dense mass of people fled without direction, stumbling and falling along the way. Demon Energy scattered, malevolent energy dissipated entirely, and their former arrogance vanished without a trace, leaving only fear and disarray.

She was even less certain by what defiant, heaven‑defying means Carl had dragged Elijah back from the brink of life and death, reshaped his soul essence, and suppressed the rampaging power within him. She never asked. She could read the faint ripples in Carl's eyes and understood that everyone carried secrets they were unwilling to bare, their own principles and forbearance. Since he chose to hide every storm himself, she tacitly chose not to probe, content to guard the quiet peace before her.Elijah quickly ran up to Amelia, his small body coming to a stop as he tilted up a fair, round little face. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, his mouth splitting into a wide grin that revealed two tiny tiger teeth, adorably silly and endearing.His little hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes as he bounced and swayed, unable to wait to speak to Amelia, brimming with reliance and closeness."Boss, I missed you so much." Elijah spoke brightly, his voice cr

Across both the American and London stock markets, massive short positions were taken with frenzied intensity against the shares of the Cromwell Group.An overwhelming wave of sell orders swept through the market like a flood. The Cromwell Group's stock price collapsed the moment trading opened, triggering circuit breakers ten times within a single hour. More than $60000000000 in market value evaporated, retail investors panicked and dumped their shares, capital forces smashed the price relentlessly, and the Cromwell Group's stock became as worthless as scrap paper, plunging nonstop with no strength left for any rebound.Inside the stock exchange, wails filled the air. The Cromwell Group's ticker symbol had already become a nightmare that every investor desperately avoided.The overseas banking alliance secretly controlled by Mystic Vale suddenly announced, without negotiation, the termination of all cooperation with the Cromwell Group, demanding immediate repay

The silver needle displayed almost divine mastery in Amelia's hand, even though she had already been utterly exhausted.The last Elder rolled and crawled his way to the entrance of the Main Hall. His legs gave out, and with a heavy thud, he dropped to his knees on the cold bluestone ground.His entire body trembled as his forehead struck the ground again and again. Blood mixed with dust smeared his face, and his voice came out hoarse and broken: "Please, spare my life! I swear, I will never come to Mistpeak Sect again for as long as I live!"Amelia walked forward step by step. Her clothes had long been soaked through with blood, dark red all over, and every step she took left a faint bloody footprint on the stone stairs.The setting sun fell upon her, resembling not an afterglow, but bloodstained armor.She looked down at him from above. There was no anger in her eyes, no ferocity, only a dead, icy stillness—the final calm before a great veng

Along the way, blood continuously dripped from the hem of his clothes, his fingertips, and his wounds. It fell onto the bluestone slabs, among the fallen leaves, and into the soil, leaving behind a long, glaring trail of blood, like a crimson road that stretched from the mountain gate all the way toward the depths of the secret realm in the mountains.Every drop of blood carried the agony of the Heaven's Punishment he endured, and every drop carried the devotion of his all-consuming protection of Amelia.The excruciating pain clung to him like a bone-burrowing curse, gnawing at his consciousness without pause. Several times, he nearly collapsed directly in the mountain forest, his awareness sinking so low it was on the verge of shutting down completely. Yet whenever he thought of Amelia's pale little face in the hospital, thought of the Cromwell family still waiting for her, thought of how she would be frightened if she woke up and could not see him, that consciousness