After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 245 - 218: He Actually Cared (4 updates)

Chapter 245: Chapter 218: He Actually Cared (4 updates)

Afternoon.

Stephens Family.

Adam Stephens was waiting outside the Trial Hall.

As Alex and the others came out, they saw the handsome man standing by the car.

He held a cigarette in his hand, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, staring intently at the entrance.

Rowan froze for a moment when he saw Adam.

Adam had already walked towards them.

Adam coming to pick them up was a show of respect for Rowan.

Rowan’s gloomy mood was somewhat comforted at this moment, but as he tried to meet Adam with everyone’s envious gaze, Adam walked past him and went towards Alex behind him.

Rowan’s expression instantly twisted a bit.

Soon, he suppressed the discomfort.

Turning to see Adam talking to Alex, he couldn’t maintain the smile on his face.

Surrounding gazes carried ridicule.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He was provoked by Adam’s actions.

Adam favoring Alex instead of him was like a slap in his face.

Rowan’s face turned cold, his fists clenched.

What gave Alex the right?

Remembering how he defended Chloe Stephens in the morning, Rowan sneered.

So that was Alex’s goal.

He had been careless.

*

Alex wasn’t surprised by Adam suddenly approaching him.

As Alex followed Adam to the other side, someone whispered a few bad words about Alex to Rowan, fueling the fire.

As expected, Rowan’s expression darkened even more.

Adam handed him a bag, "This is a thank you gift for saving Chloe in the Trial Hall. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me for help."

"Uncle Adam."

"No matter why you protected Chloe, I will be grateful to you."

"I can’t accept this," Alex waved his hand.

"It’s not something valuable, take it. It’s not easy for you to live alone. There’s a card inside that you can use for everyday expenses. Don’t feel it’s tacky to give a card; right now, it’s what you need the most. If you feel uneasy holding it, consider it a loan from Uncle Adam, and you can pay me back in the future."

Adam stuffed the items into Alex’s hands.

Alex clenched the bag, "Thank you, Uncle Adam."

He will repay his debt.

"It’s I who should thank you," Adam’s eyes flickered, adding, "There’s a pill inside, take it, there won’t be any side effects."

Having said that, Adam turned and left.

Alex suddenly raised his head and looked at Adam’s tall and broad figure, lost in thought.

*

Sitting in Adam’s car on their way to the company, Rowan was going to learn to operate other projects.

That was the reason Adam had stopped Rowan from working on his previous projects.

In silence, Rowan spoke, "Father, I’m sorry I didn’t protect Chloe in time at the Trial Hall."

Adam said indifferently, "Whoever protects her is still protecting her. If you can’t make it in time, someone else will. Rowan, the thank-you gift to Alex is from me, Adam."

Rowan’s fists clenched secretly, "Yes, I understand."

Adam didn’t say another word.

*

"Did Little Chloe come to me just for fried rice?"

Len Hawthorne placed a plate of fried rice in front of the girl, his hand propped against the edge of the table, his single phoenix eye slightly drooping, the fierce corner of his eye now tinged with a smile, making his face even more bewitching.

"I’ve been out for a few days and got a craving for it."

"So, my place is a restaurant. No, restaurants charge for food. Little Chloe, you’re treating me like a cooking tool."

Chloe glanced at him.

Her eyes already said it all.

You’re just a cooking appliance!

Len Hawthorne laughed and rubbed her hair, "Does Little Chloe have any troubles?"

"Not really."

"Oh? Big brother is willing to hear the details."

"If you met someone you haven’t seen in a very long time, what would you do?"

"Say hello."

Chloe lowered her head to eat and ignored him.

Len Hawthorne laughed, "I’m serious."

"This person, you don’t remember, but you feel familiar and inexplicably disgusted."

"Does Little Chloe have such a friend? If they can disgust you, then the relationship must be deep."

He bit the cigarette between his lips.

Chloe pondered for a moment, "Probably."

His phoenix eyes narrowed, leaning in, his voice bewitching, "Little Chloe, is it a man?"

Chloe raised her head, "It’s not you."

"..."

*

With slightly squinted eyes, Len Hawthorne watched the girl depart and his brow furrowed for no apparent reason.

He unexpectedly cared.

He cared about the man she mentioned with disgust.

Why would she feel disgusted if he didn’t matter to her?

Only when one cared would they feel such an emotion.

"Team Hawthorne?"

His team members had called out a few times from outside, but no one answered.

Len kept his cigarette pressed between his lips as he glanced out, "What’s the matter."

Seeing Len’s expression, the team member’s heart skipped a beat, "News from Lych City, Team Hawthorne."

"Let Jimmy Turner handle it."

Team Member: "..."

It seems that Team Hawthorne is angry.

But why?

Everything was fine.

Sigh.

The heart of a man; like a needle at the bottom of the ocean.

Incomprehensible.

*

Building 3 after nightfall.

Chloe sat in the chair and waved her hand.

The black cat, sealed in a certain space, abruptly leaped out.

It landed and shook its body.

"Meow."

With this meow, it expressed its extreme resentment, accusing Chloe of not keeping her promise.

Chloe glanced at it, "Time to livestream."

"..."

"The young ladies can’t wait."

"..."

"Get up here."

"..."

Chloe set up the stand and placed it in front of the table, the small platform was for the cat to squat on.

With grievance, the black cat climbed onto the small platform, its big black face aimed at the camera.

"Smile."

Chloe turned on the livestream platform.

The black cat lazily stood up, meowing twice towards the camera as a greeting.

The scrolling screen was full of shrieks!

[Long time no see, we miss Blackie so much!]

[Blackie, did you get more handsome?]

[Whimper, where is Blackie handsome, he’s obviously lost weight.]

The black cat wore a stiff expression.

But even with this expression, it couldn’t hide its black face.

Seeing the word "Blackie," it felt extremely disgusted.

Blackie, Blackie, your whole family is Blackie.

It turned its head to look at Chloe.

Little did it know, Chloe wasn’t looking in its direction, but rather, she was engrossed in the online world.

More and more people were seeking her to buy medicine, and the one refining medicine was persistently following her, even proposing a meeting.

As it was mentioned so many times and backed by the Number One Pharmacist title, Chloe’s medicine-selling post was bumped to the front page, currently at the second spot, just below the Number One Pharmacist’s post.

The person from the Imperial Capital sent another message.

Chloe ignored it.

She accepted a business deal.

She happened to have the medicine they needed, and the price offered was high, so she agreed.

Why would she refuse the extra money they were willing to pay?

After closing the webpage, Chloe felt some fluctuations from next door.

She walked to the window.

The fluctuations became clearer.

It seemed that the thing inside Rowan had already started to take effect.

If he could control it in time, he could still be saved. Unfortunately, he was too eager for results, causing the situation to worsen.

Chloe leaned back, her hands slightly behind her, tilting her head to gaze at the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Inside her heart, there were no thoughts.

Calm and empty.

In every corner, people were busy with their own affairs, pushing human civilization forward.