After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 150 - 126: I Don’t Accept a Godfather (4 updates)

Chapter 150: Chapter 126: I Don’t Accept a Godfather (4 updates)

At night.

Villa No. 13 suddenly became unusually lively.

Not only did Ava Sanders come.

Even Mason Sullivan and Franklin Walter entered Villa No. 13 to celebrate together.

Yvette Foster felt relieved watching her daughter have fun with everybody.

Chloe Stephens was dragged into a separate room by Mason Sullivan and the others like a puppet on a string, a spotlight was turned on, stage curtains brought up, and they started to karaoke!

The volume was enough to shatter a gate.

Hans Foster and Lindsay Foster also joined in the chaos, a lively scene which made Chloe even more expressionless.

She was dragged around and a microphone was thrust into her hand, but she couldn’t emit a sound.

On the other side of the sofa, a few family members who had instantly become little kids were sitting.

"Chloe, sing a couple of songs!"

"Chloe, today you are the star. Sing a couple of songs quickly."

Chloe took the microphone.

She chose an old song.

And sang it a cappella.

There was sudden silence in the room, only hearing the melodious voice akin to flowing water.

After singing a portion of it, Chloe put down the microphone and selected another song.

Ava Sanders eagerly took out her mobile phone and recorded Chloe’s singing.

"Oh my god!" Mason Sullivan was shocked!

"Cousin, your voice is so... so tempting!" Hans Foster was blushing.

"..."

Tempting voice, what even.

"Chloe, sing another one," Franklin Walter couldn’t resist asking.

What a waste.

If Chloe took part in a singing competition, she would definitely be the champion.

Chloe threw down the microphone.

She had agreed to sing two songs, and she had sung two songs.

"Too bad, I only recorded the last song," and it was only half of it.

"Send it to me!"

Mason Sullivan immediately moved towards Ava.

"Send me a copy too."

"I want one too!" Hans Foster joined in the excitement.

"Ava, please send Auntie a copy," Yvette Foster didn’t miss out, joining at the end.

Chloe: "..."

*

Late night.

"Meow."

The black cat, stretching lazily, walked in a circle around Chloe’s foot.

Chloe hung the split medicine around its neck.

"Off you go."

"Meow."

The black cat leaped and disappeared into the night.

*

In an aerospace institute in the Imperial Capital.

The residence of the highest commander.

"Meow."

The black cat leapt from above and landed on the balcony.

"Cough cough!"

A low, deep sound came from the room.

Soon, the light in the room turned on.

"Teacher, don’t move. It seems that a cat has come in."

A youngster opened the door to the balcony, seeing a plastic bag hanging on the edge, fluttering in the wind, and a bottle of medicine inside.

The youngster was stunned.

A medical person from the first floor came up, "Did Old Master Patterson have another attack?"

The youngster shook his head, "There’s nothing wrong with the teacher."

Just when the youngster was thinking about throwing the bag out, he noticed a note inside, he brought it out to read and was taken aback.

Is this something the teacher ordered?

How did it get here?

"What is this?"

"It appears to be some medicine."

The healthcare worker frowned, "Where did this medicine come from?"

"It seems to be something ordered by the teacher, I will take it to him to have a look."

Seeing that Old Master Patterson did not have any problems, everybody else went down to continue resting.

*

"Teacher," the youngster handed the plastic bag to the man on the bed, "Is this something you ordered?"

Old Master Patterson, who had been lying in bed, suddenly sat up; he was ill, but not so serious that he couldn’t get up.

Matthew Patterson was only fifty-five years old this year, and due to his research work, he had more white hair and less hair generally compared to his age.

Matthew Patterson held it in his hands, saying, "Yes, that’s my order, you can go now."

"Teacher, are you really alright? Just now the doctor said this is medicine..."

Matthew Patterson looked up, his gaze sharply focused on the student.

In the end, the young man retreated.

As he closed the door, his face was still filled with bewilderment.

Why on earth was that thing on the balcony?

Matthew Patterson opened the pill bottle, which still contained details about the time and dosage for taking the medication.

The last line was: Remember your promise.

A serious-looking old man, Matthew, cracked a faint smile.

*

As soon as the two-day period was up, Chloe Stephens made her way to the shabby shop to collect her debt.

Seeing her, Old Lynch, without waiting for her to speak, put two snake-skin bags in front of her.

Chloe handed over her card.

"That’s three hundred thousand."

"I know, I know! I owe you three dollars and eighty cents."

Chloe silently took back her card, fumbled in her pocket, and pulled out a few fifty-cent bills and a few ten-cent bills.

Old Lynch: "..."

She grabbed the opening of the two snake-skin bags, hoisted them on her shoulder, and was about to depart.

"Hey, wait," Old Lynch came around from the counter, "Albert Webb is recovering, he should wake up in a couple of days. We’ll have him take you out for a meal. You young people, you best get along!"

"Don’t play matchmaker, there’s no hope."

Old Lynch: "..."

*

Carrying two bags of herbs and sitting under a bus stop sign waiting for the bus, she drew many curious glances.

But no one would mock such a beautiful girl.

They were merely intrigued.

Even full of admiration.

After all, you wouldn’t often see such attractive girls carrying two heavy snake-skin bags these days.

The Porsche stopped in front of the bus stop.

The window slid down, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face.

"Little Chloe, scavenging for trash now?"

Chloe looked at him.

Len Hawthorne parked the car and got out.

Instantly, he attracted everyone’s attention.

With a swift movement of his slim, elegant hand, he picked up two snake-skin bags and tossed them onto the back seat, then opened the passenger door.

Chloe slid in without hesitation.

"Little Chloe running out of money? Ask big brother for some!"

"I don’t accept sugar daddies."

"..."

Len Hawthorne rubbed his forehead, "Little Chloe, you need to quit watching those brainless TV dramas."

"It’s not a TV drama."

"Then what is it."

"Pulp fiction."

"..."

Len Hawthorne felt helpless, "In this clean internet era, where do you find pulp fiction?"

"I bought it outright."

Len Hawthorne suddenly felt a huge generation gap with these youngsters!

Seeing his confusion, Chloe explained, "I hired someone to write it privately — I bought all the books the writer had."

"..."

It seemed he was the one unable to keep up with the times.

"Would you like to read it?"

"..."

"I’ll forward it to you at half the price."

"..."

"If you need anything, feel free to ask."

"Little Chloe, can we not talk about this?" Len Hawthorne felt the need to correct her mindset.

Chloe replied matter-of-factly, "I need to widen my knowledge of the world."

Len Hawthorne reached out and pinched her face, "In the future, don’t read such unhealthy stuff anymore."

"Sensuality is human nature; it’s not something unhealthy."

"So, Little Chloe really wants to discuss the healthiness and unhealthiness of things with big brother?" Len Hawthorne parked the car, turned to her, and looked at her with a mocking smile, in his eyes a dangerous glint.

Chloe looked at him calmly, "You won’t do anything, I’m underage."

Len Hawthorne: "..."

He gave a helpless smile.

She had truly defeated him.

*

Western Europe.

Roland Fort.

The butler, Trevor, stood in the hall, waiting for the decision of several high-ranking members.

"We received a message from over there saying that two of our people have gone missing. What are your thoughts?"

As Trevor’s voice fell, the room fell silent.

They did not wish to stir this trouble, and because they were unclear about the family leader’s thoughts, they kept their silence.

Down below was a low murmur of voices.

But could the Roland family really afford the cost this would amount to?

The high-ranking members wore serious expressions on their faces.