After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 104 - 084: Someone Wants Me to Give A Betrothal Gift (2 Updates)

Chapter 104: Chapter 084: Someone Wants Me to Give A Betrothal Gift (2 Updates)

The next morning.

Evelyn called her son over.

"Albert, your last girlfriend..."

"What girlfriend," Albert frowned.

"That girl with the last name Stephens, I want to invite her for a meal. Can you arrange it?"

"Why are you inviting Chloe Stephens? We are just friends who’ve met a few times, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You can’t say things that would cause misunderstandings."

Evelyn paused, "Didn’t you want to pursue her? Why are you upset about me calling her your girlfriend?"

Albert was slightly annoyed, "I am pursuing her, but others don’t know! You can’t spread rumors."

Evelyn wrinkled her brow, wondering if her son was placing too much importance on Chloe, "I think she’s a good girl, and I want to get to know her. I want to help my son build a good relationship, so we don’t have to worry about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts if she joins the Webb Family."

Albert blushed, "Mom, it’s too early to talk about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships. They haven’t even started dating yet. Anyway, don’t bother her. I have to go out."

He still had matters to attend to at the Hawthorne Family.

*

Today was Sunday.

Chloe spent the entire day refining medicine at home.

Yvette had gone to the Foster Family.

She heard that they were going to sell that building, and Yvette didn’t trust their intentions, so she asked David and his team to oversee the process.

This was to prevent any sneaky actions from Wilbert Foster and his wife.

Last night, Chloe made some beauty-enhancing medicine for the young ladies who watched her livestream and had Black Cat deliver it to them.

As she came downstairs, she saw the nutritious meal Yvette had carefully prepared for breakfast sitting on the table.

Her mobile phone rang.

It was Len.

[Big brother is outside, ready to take you to breakfast.]

Chloe looked at the meat porridge in her hand, then silently drank a few mouthfuls before setting it down.

Outside the villa district gate.

The man stood straight and tall by the car, holding a cigarette. His long, narrow eyes squinted, staring into the villa district.

The atmosphere here felt somewhat heavy.

He was wondering if he should investigate when he saw Chloe, dressed casually, walking out.

Chloe stood in front of him, "Can you drive?"

Len lifted his injured hand, "Little Chloe bandaged it well, it’s healed."

"It’s healing nicely."

"What do you want to eat?" Len opened the car door and watched her get in, then leaned down and smiled at her.

"Whatever."

"Then big brother will choose," Len closed the car door, walked around to the driver’s side, and started the car, "Where did Little Chloe get the medicine and bandaging technique?"

Chloe leaned back and looked outside, turning to look forward when she heard his question, "Self-taught."

"You self-taught and even grew up," Len grinned slightly, "Such a smart and well-behaved child."

Chloe glanced at him as if looking at a child, "To me, you are still a baby."

"..."

*

An hour later.

After having breakfast, Chloe got back into his car.

They arrived at the stock exchange hall.

Seeing the scrolling screen, Chloe pursed her lips slightly.

"Big brother’s identity for stock trading went smoothly, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmm?" Len looked at her questioningly, somewhat amused.

"Is there a problem?"

"Of course there’s a problem. I didn’t know Little Chloe was so capable and even got my name involved. The money you took was from the Taylor Family’s side. If I hadn’t accidentally found out, I would have suspected I accidentally traded a good stock in my sleep."

"Do you need to split the use of your name?"

"No need, it’s just that Little Chloe is quite impressive, and I’m a bit worried."

"Worried?" Chloe looked confused.

"So cute, big brother is worried about her getting taken advantage of," the harmless expression of the girl seemed like a feather sweeping from the bottom of his heart, somewhat uneasy.

Len reached out and stroked her hair, twirling it around his slender fingers.

His eyes darkened slightly.

"Let’s go, big brother wants to see more of your abilities."

*

Exiting the stock exchange hall.

Chloe felt refreshed both mentally and physically.

Yes.

Made money again.

Len Hawthorne squinted at the girl.

"Earned big brother several million in an instant, quite impressive."

"Thanks."

"..."

After sending the girl back to the villa, Len Hawthorne took out his mobile phone, checked his call history, found a number, and hesitated to make a call.

Little Chloe’s talents being useful is a good thing.

And it’s the Stephens Family’s loss.

Protecting her with someone else is not as good as doing it himself.

Now he’s sure that Chloe Stephens is not crazy, but has some extraordinary abilities in her mind!

Unusual!

*

Noon.

Chloe opened her Twitter account.

She found more fans with the surname Cheng jumping out.

Speaking of that,

The crazy actions of these fans stopped.

Just unwillingly posting some disgusting things online.

Another clean-up had been made to delete all malicious comments.

Twitter Director: "..."

Which big boss hacker came in again and messed around?

Twitter was once again paralyzed in a state of stagnation.

[Not posting anymore, not posting anymore, today the nation released a news about lost cultural relics, didn’t everyone see it?]

[It’s not lost, it’s salvaged from the border of the sea area and claimed by foreign nationals.]

[I heard it’s because of the ocean currents that washed the cultural relics into the borderline of the other nation, and those foreign experts claimed that it belongs to their country. Disgusting.]

[Exactly, why focus on celebrities? National affairs are far more intriguing.]

[Now our country are in negotiation, but they were choked back; it’s very suffocating.]

[The cultural relics were salvaged by them, even with our country’s inscriptions on them but we’re helpless.]

[Translating our ancient language into theirs, it’s disgusting. After translation, it’s clearly our ancient language.]

[Our country can’t be timid, once we are, others will think we are easy to bully.]

Chloe noticed the recovered cultural relics seemed familiar.

Wasn’t that the broken jar she casually threw into the water?

*

Guest house.

Ethan Coates emerged from the interrogation room.

He saw Len Hawthorne standing in front of the door, sunbathing, and instantly got annoyed, "Young Master Hawthorne has lots of leisure time."

Len turned back, looking at him sideways, the look in his eyes deep, with a cigarette in his mouth, handsome yet, infuriating.

Ethan walked past with a sour face, "Didn’t get anything."

"It’s expected."

"I had no gain today, a waste of my energy. Can’t we develop a drug that makes people tell the truth after taking it?"

"Still being developed."

After all, they are not dealing with ordinary people. The drugs developed are effective against ordinary people but difficult for determined ancient martial artists.

"Team Hawthorne."

A team member came forward with a solemn face.

Len Hawthorne took off his cigarette and motioned him to speak.

"The Authority called, they want us to handle an international matter."

"International matter?" Ethan Coates took the team member’s phone and saw the published tweet, "Even our nation is doing this?"

"National affairs, the public has the right to know," Len Hawthorne took out his mobile phone and called the Authority, "Don’t push everything to us. We’re not going over there to argue, we’ll just take action, and turn it into an international incident. That’s not what you want to see. Of course, if the Nation requests, we can attack now."

Ethan Coates and the team member: "..."

This is a threat.

"Western witchcraft? No such thing, the nation must be hearing things. Believe in immortal arts rather than the existence of witchcraft... Not necessary? Well, that’s good, let the Nation handle its national affairs..."

After hanging up the phone, Ethan Coates curiously leaned over, "What’s going on?"

Len Hawthorne pinched the cigarette in his hand, smiling wickedly yet coldly, "Someone wants me to give the betrothal gift."

Ethan Coates: "..."

Who would dare to exploit Young Master Hawthorne like this?

However, what was so funny to him?

No, he had to control the corners of his mouth from rising.

Len Hawthorne lifted his foot and kicked Ethan Coates in the leg while squinting his eyes, which revealed extreme danger, "You laughed."

Ethan Coates trembled.