After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 189 - 165: Woman’s Small Tricks (3 updates)

Chapter 189: Chapter 165: Woman’s Small Tricks (3 updates)

The girl stood under the moonlit night, her exceptionally slender figure stretching even longer under the dim night light.

Morgan Crowley came out, looking a bit defeated.

"If it weren’t for Stephens Godfrey, I would have been defiled tonight."

"How did Stephens Godfrey know I was bewitched!"

"That woman is so disgusting. Just thinking about those disgusting bugs crawling around inside my body makes me feel nauseous."

Thinking of the scene of sharing a bed with her, Morgan Crowley directly vomited.

Chloe calmly said, "This is your reward."

"Huh? What reward?"

"Investigation."

"I couldn’t really help," feeling quite ashamed to mention it.

Morgan Crowley wanted to say something, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Turning his head, he saw Ethan Coates leading a team of people coming, looking tense.

Ethan Coates saw Chloe standing with Morgan and his expression crumbled a bit.

"Young Master Crowley, you’re going a bit too far."

Morgan Crowley didn’t understand what he meant by his cryptic statement.

He just stretched out his hand to block Chloe behind him, staring warily at the group of people, "What do you clean-up team want to do?"

Ethan Coates’s eyelid twitched.

He didn’t understand how a member of the Crowley family got mixed up with the little girl. If Len Hawthorne found out, it would be a disaster.

"Young Master Crowley wants to ruin an underage girl?"

Morgan Crowley frowned, "Are the brains of the clean-up team all useless?"

Ethan Coates raised his eyebrow and looked at Chloe, "Little girl, do you recognize me?"

"You guys are busy."

Chloe turned around and walked into the alley.

"Send off the little girl." Ethan Coates blocked Morgan Crowley’s way and gave a look to his team behind him.

"What does Ethan mean?" Morgan Crowley knew that the clean-up team wouldn’t do anything to Chloe, so he wasn’t worried, but Ethan’s stance was puzzling.

"The people from the Crowley Family, it’s better to stay away from little girls." Ethan Coates pointed at the Taylor Family, "Are you with the Taylor gang?"

Mentioning the Taylor Family, Morgan Crowley’s handsome face instantly darkened.

"I just came here to seek medical treatment. The Taylor Family has nothing to do with me."

"It better not."

Morgan Crowley, with his hands in his pockets, walked past them indifferently and headed for his car.

*

Stephens family.

All the people in Building 3 were there today.

The atmosphere was still harmonious.

Rowan Stephens went upstairs after eating, not intending to participate in the conversation between the family of three.

"Tenth sister-in-law invited me to go for a beauty treatment..."

Yvette Foster remembered that incident and looked at Adam Stephens.

Adam also knew what had happened at the banquet and said, "Bring someone with you when you go out."

"Wouldn’t that be too unusual?"

Going out and guarding against it would definitely spread negative rumors.

Adam said, "No one in the Stephens family can be trusted."

After so many times, Adam had seen it clearly.

As long as there was a slight possibility, people in the Stephens family would take action against those close to him.

Yvette and the others couldn’t possibly stay in Building 3 all day without going out.

Family relationships and such need to be maintained.

"If you don’t like it, just take action."

Chloe ate a piece of apple and said indifferently.

Adam and Yvette looked at Chloe at the same time.

Adam nodded, "Chloe is right."

Yvette was a bit helpless, with her weak body, how could she fight?

"With your current situation, even ten people won’t be your opponent," Chloe stood up, looked at the right side of the second floor, then went upstairs.

Yvette and Adam exchanged glances.

Adam comforted her, "I’m looking for a divine doctor again."

*

"Meow."

As soon as she entered the door, the black cat couldn’t wait to drill out of the void.

It circled around Chloe’s feet as if it was excited.

"Give me your paw."

The black cat sat down and raised its front paw.

Chloe took its paw and looked at it, "You’ve gained weight."

"Meow."

It sounded a bit resentful.

Chloe released her claws and stood in the center. She raised her hand to support something in the air.

A cold breath swirled around her, and the black cat retreated in fear, "Meow."

"Go in."

Chloe lifted her palm, and an invisible spiral wind formed in her hand.

She stared at the black cat lightly.

"Meow."

The black cat retreated continuously.

Protesting incessantly.

"You are defying me."

Chloe’s voice was a bit cold.

"Meow."

The black cat lowered its head and slowly walked towards Chloe.

"You will come out again in ten days."

"Meow!"

Its voice became much lighter.

It leaped into the cold wind and disappeared.

Chloe retracted her hand.

The black cat had originally turned into black smoke and dissipated, but due to some kind of opportunity, it became closely connected with her and survived through her breath.

That is, the so-called spiritual energy.

It was like a contract, yet not a contract.

*

The next day.

Yvette and Freya Leonard agreed on a location and entered a premium beauty salon.

People who enter and leave this place are of high status and identity, and they are all members of the salon.

Emily Lynch had also arranged to meet someone here today to discuss a matter. The Lynch Family needed a piece of land, but the other party was not willing to let go, so they arranged to meet here.

Freya, who had just entered the main hall, saw Emily sitting in the hall and narrowed her eyes.

"Mrs. Weston, long time no see."

Hearing someone calling her name, Emily looked up and glanced at her.

Her gaze fell on Yvette next to Freya, "Miss Leonard."

Hearing Emily’s indifferent address, Freya frowned, "Mrs. Weston, don’t you usually look down on places like this?"

"Indeed, I do. With the Lynch Family’s abilities, it is very easy to maintain beauty. There is no need to do such face-damaging treatments."

Emily did look much younger, and anyone would believe that she was in her twenties.

Her skin was delicate and fair, and the years had not left any traces on her face.

Freya felt jealous in her heart but didn’t show it on her face. She smiled, "It seems that Mrs. Weston still has business to attend to. We won’t bother you."

Yvette nodded slightly towards Emily and followed Freya in.

Emily didn’t care about women like Freya. After the other party left, she directly discussed the land issue with her appointment.

The other party apologized with a smile, "Mrs. Weston, I’m really sorry. The Fisher Family has already taken the land first."

Emily frowned, "You didn’t say that the day before yesterday."

"Yesterday, the Fisher Family offered a high price and bought it first. Mrs. Weston, I’m really sorry."

When comparing the Weston and Fisher Families, you don’t need to think about who to sell the land to.

The Fisher Family is the real large family in Sheffield City. As for the Weston Family, it has long declined to a small aristocratic family.

There was no comparison between the two.

Emily sneered and stood up, "We don’t have to have this piece of land. I just hope that you land traders can continue to have a good relationship with the Fisher Family."

Doing business with the Fisher Family would lead to losses sooner or later.

Emily glanced back and strode away.

*

The land trader walked into the third-floor leisure room with a small leather bag in hand.

Inside sat a middle-aged man who was standing by the glass window, watching Emily leave with a cold gaze.

"Mr. Fisher, I’ve sent the person away. Regarding the recommendation letter for my son..."

The man said coldly, "Someone will take your son to that university and give him the best education."

The land trader gratefully thanked him.

The man waved his hand, and immediately someone escorted the land trader out of the room.

The door to the leisure room closed again, and after a few minutes, someone entered, "Several Mrs. Stephens are on the sixth floor, and the recently returned Mrs. Stephens is also there. Others have prepared some accidents. Do you want to stop it?"

"The small tricks between women. As long as it doesn’t get too big, there’s no need to do anything extra."

The subordinate nodded and left, closing the door again.

Travis Fisher’s gaze returned to the outside and looked in the direction where Emily had left.

His eyes gradually deepened.