After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 175 - 151: The White Lotus Tactics, Indeed Unworthy (1 update)

Chapter 175: Chapter 151: The White Lotus Tactics, Indeed Unworthy (1 update)

Nightfall.

Building 3 of the Stephens Family.

Adam Stephens is now formally taking over some tasks from the previous generation.

Rowan Stephens vaguely feels uneasy.

In the past, the family focused on cultivating their generation, and now the family suddenly decided to switch to Adam’s generation, which made him feel that the family is plotting something.

And their generation is clueless about it.

Rowan glanced at Chloe, who was sitting on the other side, his eyes slightly dimmed.

The incident that night indeed had a lot of influence on him but soon eased over.

"Adam, for tomorrow’s family banquet, Tenth sister-in-law invited me over."

Rowan frowned.

Adam said, "If you don’t want to go, then don’t."

"I’ve been to banquets before, and it wouldn’t be nice to refuse Tenth sister-in-law’s invitation after she asked several times," Yvette Foster smiled slightly, "This will also be my first time attending such a banquet since returning to the Stephens Family."

Tenth sister-in-law, aka Freya Leonard, is also Rowan’s biological mother.

Larger families like theirs also need exposure, and there are banquets between families like there are among ordinary people.

It’s held quite frequently.

This is also a means of social networking.

Adam paused for a moment, saying, "I’ll send someone with you."

Those who stand in the open were not kindhearted people.

He worries that what happened before will happen again.

Yvette nodded.

Due to that incident, the loyal people who used to be around Adam were all reassigned by Pierce Stephens, who blamed them for secretly arranging the sterilization surgery for Adam.

*

"Chloe!"

After dinner, Adam went to his study room to handle some documents.

Yvette was watching TV in the 1st floor lobby.

Rowan came out of his room and called to Chloe, who was about to go downstairs.

Chloe’s gaze fell gently on him.

Last time, Rowan felt that the girl ignored people because of her brain issue.

Now, standing under the bright light, he realized that it wasn’t that the girl had a problem in her brain to look at people that way; she indeed seemed to not take him seriously.

This uncomfortable feeling arose within Rowan.

He felt a little annoyed, too.

A mentally disabled girl dared to disregard him.

"Your mother agreed to go to the banquet. It’s a bit presumptuous of her."

With a cold, sarcastic smile, as if he already knew what would happen next.

Chloe thought that the heir cultivated by the Stephens Family had a problem in his brain.

She truly worried about the future of the Stephens Family.

Chloe walked past him downstairs and continued to ignore him.

Rowan frowned, his hands creaking from his grip.

*

Chloe stood behind Yvette and saw her searching for certain terms on her mobile phone.

[The Ranking of White Lotus!]

[Green Tea Techniques!]

[How to Become a Successful White Lotus!]

Chloe: "..."

Yvette turned her head, startled, and dropped her phone.

Seeing it was Chloe, she patted her chest, "Chloe, it’s you. You scared me. Why aren’t you asleep?"

Chloe gave her the medicine she had prepared, "Take this, and you can eat anything at the banquet."

"What is this now?"

Lately, her daughter’s hands were full of strange medicine pills.

"Supplement."

Yvette took it, still a bit puzzled.

It was only after Chloe had seen her take it that she turned around and went upstairs.

Yvette felt nothing wrong and continued browsing the white lotus techniques on her phone.

*

The next day.

Rowan and Chloe left home at the same time.

They were in the same car, and Rowan’s whole body radiated coldness.

Many family descendants attended the same school, but those like them would usually learn multiple subjects simultaneously. For example, Rowan, as the heir, would either go to the company or the family’s tribe school area. It was considered quite good to have ten days at school in a semester.

First Middle School, where luxury cars drove in and out every day.

Rowan is now in his senior high second year, following the footsteps of ordinary people.

In fact, even if they didn’t study at school, their grades were much better than the other students.

Those outside achievements were despised by their family descendants.

So most of them were just registered in ordinary schools and returned to the family’s tribe school to study.

The courses taught in the tribe school were not only rigorous but also cruel, and they learned more.

Rowan went to school today because he had something to do.

"Uncle Fletcher, stop the car up ahead."

Rowan’s icy voice echoed in the narrow space.

Driver Uncle Fletcher stopped the car.

Rowan pointed outside, "You, get out."

He didn’t want people to see him in the same car as this mentally disabled girl.

Chloe ignored him.

Rowan frowned, "Chloe, I told you to get out."

The cold command.

Chloe finally looked over coldly, "Are you ordering me?"

"Yes. Now, get out of the car. You’re not worthy enough to share a car with me, Chloe. I can tolerate you at home, but outside, you need to know your place."

From now on, Chloe would have to rely on his breath for survival.

He could play along with the drama for the family to see, but it was not necessary outside.

He was also certain that Chloe would obediently comply.

"Yes, I’m indeed not worthy."

Rowan thought to himself, good that she knows her place.

*

One minute later.

"Pfft!"

The car drove past Rowan, crushing the garbage next to it. There happened to be an unfinished bottle of sour milk, which splashed all over his pants.

Rowan snapped back to reality.

His eyes were momentarily dazed.

How did he end up here!

He had just been in the car ordering that idiot.

In the blink of an eye, he mysteriously found himself standing here.

Who?

Who was it?

The fear started to corrode his brain once again.

His face turned pale.

The scene before him was as chilling as that night.

*

Uncle Fletcher, the driver, drove a bit back before suddenly snapping to his senses. Feeling like he had left something behind but couldn’t remember what.

As Rowan’s clothes were dirty, he didn’t go to First Middle School.

He bought a pair of pants nearby and changed into them.

Temporarily putting aside his fear, he called Lily Taylor.

"I’m nearby, come meet me."

Rowan was surprised that she had recovered so quickly from her injuries?

Half an hour later.

Rowan saw a rejuvenated Lily Taylor nearby.

She looked even more energetic than before.

This kind of vitality, however, gave a sense of eeriness to him.

"Where’s the thing."

Lily, having regained her strength, had agreed to her family’s request to go out for dinner with Morgan Crowley.

As soon as she received Rowan’s call, the old copy of "Thirteen Needles" became more important, and she rushed over.

Rowan took out the old book.

It was written in Oracle Bone Script.

It was the real "Thirteen Needles."

Lily’s eyes instantly lit up!

She reached for it, but Rowan stopped her, "Where’s the thing I asked for?"

Lily smirked, handing over two bottles of medicine, "This is the complete dose. Give me the ’Thirteen Needles,’ and everything is yours."

"How do I know if the stuff is real or fake? What if you gave me counterfeit medicine?"

Lily frowned, "What do you want?"

"Once the results are visible, I’ll give you the other half," Rowan said as he held out the old book.

Upon flipping through it, Lily discovered that "Thirteen Needles" had been torn in half - this was only one half!

Lily’s face darkened, then she sneered coldly, "So cunning."

"I have to be careful when dealing with members of Taylor Family."

"Fifteen days, maximum fifteen days for results. If I don’t see the other half in fifteen days, you know my methods."

Rowan took the medicine, his eyes filled with greed and excitement, "If it works, you’ll get the other half. This book is of no use to me."

Across the street, a black cat strolled lazily along the long windowsill, its dark purple eyes like an abyss gazing at the people inside the shop.

*

Noon after school, headteacher George Howard called Chloe to his office.

"Chloe, don’t worry about those recent rumors about you. Focus on your studies."

"Okay."

"If you encounter any difficulties, come to the headteacher anytime."

"Okay."

"The headteacher is considering making you the class president of Class 11. What do you think?"

"It’s troublesome."

"..."

George felt the need to correct Chloe’s thinking.

"Chloe, being a class leader will bring great benefits to your personal record in the future, and you’ll enjoy more priority in school. You can also interact more with classmates and enrich yourself."

After listening for a while and not hearing the word "money", Chloe flatly refused: "I’m already enriched, thank you."

Rejected once again, George felt hurt: "..."

*

At 4:30 pm.

The banquet of several families was held at Sheffield City Grand Hall.

Those who attended were some high-ranking socialites and young elites who did not have access to the core circle.

Yvette Foster wore a sky-blue long gown, accentuating her fair skin. With this color, she seemed like a pool of clear water walking through the banquet hall, drawing everyone’s attention!

Freya Leonard was dressed in a rose-red gown, which, although it showed off her imposing elegance, made her look a bit old.

Standing next to Yvette, she appeared even older by a few years.

Freya forced a smile at the corner of her mouth, pretending not to see Yvette’s tranquil beauty.