After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 555 - 519: Since Meeting the Little Girl, People Have Become Silly (2 more updates)

Chapter 555: Chapter 519: Since Meeting the Little Girl, People Have Become Silly (2 more updates)

The next day.

Beatrix Williams made time to come over, and Chloe Stephens was also getting ready to go out.

"Team Hawthorne left early in the morning, and since you might feel bored, I specially came to take you out for a trip," Beatrix had her task, but she still came to ask Chloe.

The Slaughter Squad could take Chloe along on the mission.

It depends on whether Chloe is interested or not.

Seeing Beatrix looking like she’s about to leave for a mission, Chloe said, "I have other things to do."

"We’re going out too. We can give you a ride."

Beatrix knew Chloe wasn’t a weak girl who needed protection, so she didn’t hesitate to send Chloe out of the suburbs and into the Imperial Capital.

After watching Chloe get on the bus, Beatrix returned to the car.

A team member asked curiously, "Captain Williams, is Young Master Hawthorne in a relationship with Chloe Stephens?"

Beatrix frowned, "Stop guessing, focus on the task. The Watsons and the Hawthorne Family aren’t easy to deal with, everyone stay alert."

"Yes, sir!"

The team members thought of Len Hawthorne’s lonely fate and chose to stay quiet.

Even if they met the person they liked, they would fight hard to control themselves.

Otherwise, they would harm the other party.

*

In a certain clinic.

Francis Long stared at Len Hawthorne, who was sitting there nonchalantly, and examined him from head to toe.

Len Hawthorne raised his handsome eyebrows and put the cigarette in his mouth, "Are you asking me if I’m seriously ill?"

Francis nodded, "Indeed, you’re quite ill."

Len furrowed his brow, "Is there any hope of recovery?"

"Young Master Hawthorne, you are suffering from love sickness. Do you think there is any hope for a cure?" Len Hawthorne asked this question, and Francis couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Was he genuinely clueless or just trying to deceive himself?

Len’s mouth hung open in shock, and his cigarette fell to the ground.

What conclusion did he hear?

Love?

What the hell was that?

"You’re not messing with me, are you?"

"I still have my medical ethics," Francis countered, "Do you want to be especially good to her? Can’t bear to see her injured? Do you miss her every time you’re apart? Even though you know you’re in this kind of situation, you still want to be good to her? But also fear causing harm to her, so you intentionally distance yourself using certain matters as an excuse? Are you thinking that only like this can you save her life, isn’t it?"

A series of questions made Len’s handsome face increasingly solemn.

Everything was spot on.

But he thought that he just treated Little Chloe like a younger sister.

He didn’t delve into it too deeply.

He attempted to struggle, "Being good to someone doesn’t necessarily mean wanting to be in a relationship with them, right? I’m good to everyone, including you. Does that mean I want to be in a relationship with you?"

Francis frowned, "Don’t disgust me or bring harm to me."

"See, you also think it’s not the same."

"How could this be comparable? Young Master Hawthorne, where is your brain? I never thought you were this foolish before. How did you become so silly after meeting that little girl?" Francis shook his head, "You really seem ill. Let me check your brain."

"Get lost," Len Hawthorne snapped irritably.

Len sat there with a solemn expression. After a long while, he couldn’t help but start cursing.

Francis watched, speechless.

"Little Chloe isn’t of age yet... I feel like I’m being... " Len could hardly even say it.

"Are you that old?"

"..." Well, not that old.

But Little Chloe’s age made him feel like a pervert.

"Normally at school, you would have just graduated not too long ago. If you were in grad school... you’d still be hanging around the campus. So, your age is quite appropriate," Francis felt he should say something, or else this guy would keep lingering in his clinic.

Len still looked solemn, unable to help picking up the cigarette from the ground and lighting it with his lighter.

When he thought of how he actually quit smoking for Little Chloe’s sake, he couldn’t help but feel moved.

Whenever he saw something nice, he would be the first to give it to her and see her reaction.

At first, he just found the days boring, and it was nice to have a little girl to tease and play with.

Now, thinking about it, there are many things he could not explain clearly himself.

Especially after the dreams surfaced, he sometimes unconsciously replaced the woman who cursed with Chloe Stephens.

And the man with the full head of white hair was himself.

Coward!

Indeed, that insult was quite apt.

He just wanted to be that coward now.

*

Chloe got off the bus, left the station, and saw the handsome man standing in the sunlight, looking at her.

"Miss Stephens."

"Mr. Austin Godfrey," Chloe approached him, "I am now ready to enter the Godfrey Family home with you."

"Please!"

Austin Godfrey opened the car door and invited her in.

The Godfrey Family home.

Chloe looked up at the simple and elegant gate, and if not for someone leading her in, others might think it was just an unopened scenic spot.

The gate automatically opened, and Austin Godfrey invited her inside.

Although the Godfrey Family had fewer people than the thriving families like the Hawthornes and Watsons, every member of their family was extremely strong.

Even the youngest generation possessed extraordinary talent.

Because the Godfrey Family always kept a low profile, few of their members were seen in the Imperial Capital.

Yet no one dared taunt or provoke them.

Nor would they easily offend one of the Godfrey members.

It was only those who did not understand the strength of the Godfrey Family or who thought they were weak that dared to oppose them.

The Godfrey Family members did not actively cause trouble, and they would try to avoid it if possible, so no conflicts had arisen between them and the noble circle in recent years.

But keeping a low profile did not mean the Godfrey Family were weak.

Since she had memory, the Godfrey Family had existed.

Chloe’s acquaintance with Allen Godfrey was during his youth, at that time, Allen was considered the most beautiful person in the dynasty.

Of course, he did not like such a title.

He even hated it.

The mechanism gate opened heavily, revealing the scene inside.

Chloe was led by Austin Godfrey on a special path, bypassing the other Godfrey Family members.

But at this point, the Godfrey Family knew Austin had brought a stranger girl into the forbidden area of their home.

That was the area where the family’s ancestors resided.

The man inside had hair tinged with grey, a handsome face as youthful as a twenty-year-old, azure blue eyes, deep and profound like the sea.

Those eyes that could see through all things in the world and possessed magical power were now looking at Chloe.

"You may leave."

As the deep and powerful voice fell, Austin Godfrey nodded and retreated out.

When he left, he looked at Chloe one more time, standing outside the closed door, slowly lowering his gaze.

He waited quietly.

Inside, Chloe walked to the chair and sat down, her hands on the table, watching Allen Godfrey quietly.

"To outsiders, I, Allen Godfrey, may only seem like an old fellow who has lived for more than a hundred years, but they never know that for more than three hundred years, I have been bound to the fate of encountering one person."

As Allen Godfrey spoke, he walked towards her, stood across the table, watching Chloe.

With the infusion of the soul, Chloe’s appearance had gradually changed, and now, she had already resembled seven-tenths of that peerless beauty that Allen Godfrey remembered.

Especially her eyes, as tranquil as the abyss and as intense as the fear of the dark.

"I didn’t expect to see you again when my time was almost up, my friend."

Chloe finally lifted her eyelids, looking at him: "Allen Godfrey, I didn’t look forward to meeting you."

Allen Godfrey burst into a brilliant smile, more dazzling than a blooming flower, unlike Len Hawthorne’s deadly smile, but a gentle breeze that slowly seeped into the heart.

"You really are alive..."