After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 562 - 526: Watching him is like watching an evildoer (3 updates)

Chapter 562: Chapter 526: Watching him is like watching an evildoer (3 updates)

The Crowley Family.

Ivy Crowley returns home.

She sees Morgan Crowley, who is enveloped in a cold air, pass by.

"Elder brother..."

Morgan’s icy gaze sweeps over her, and he leaves without saying a word.

Since that incident, their family dynamic has changed drastically.

Ivy’s previous proposal to work at a company within the Crowley Family is also ruined because of it.

Ivy clenches her fists, blaming her great grandfather for his unfairness.

Why did he directly give such power to Morgan?

With elders above and brothers and sisters below, he stubbornly refuses to let go.

No wonder their parents treated him that way, they were forced to.

He wasn’t harmed, right?

Why can’t they just forgive each other and not make their good home a mess?

Ivy takes a deep breath and strides in.

The living room is a mess.

There has been a fight.

Hazel Foster is sitting on the sofa and looks up at her daughter.

"Did elder brother fight with you again?"

"Yes, he just won’t let me, his mother, have peace of mind. I asked him where those funds went, but he didn’t explain properly. Instead, he fought with me, his own mother. I think he has become mad since he found out about that incident," Hazel’s face, white with anger, "we initially gave him those cultivation methods for the sake of the family, right?"

"Mother, today I met Tristan Keller at the restaurant near the Research Institute and saw a girl trying to get close to him."

Hearing this, Hazel furrows her brows, her eyes cold: "These delusional little girls are getting more and more uneducated."

"However, it seems to be a misunderstanding," Ivy considers carefully, "the girl is clean and pretty, unforgettable at first sight."

"No matter how beautiful she is, if her status doesn’t match your younger brother, she shouldn’t dream of entering our Crowley Family," Hazel’s sharp gaze narrows, "No, no matter if it’s true or false, it should be cleaned up, so those who don’t know their place don’t act seductively in front of your brother and lead him astray."

"I’ll investigate," Ivy says, "I will be going to the Research Institute tonight to meet Professor Thomas anyway."

"Fine, when you see her, don’t be merciful. Deal with her how you should. By the way, did the person from the Godfrey Family who was arranged for your last meeting contact you?" It was just an introduction in a public place, with both sides nodding before turning to handle their own affairs.

The contact information was provided by both parents.

Thinking of that man, Ivy shakes her head, her smile bitter, "It seems he has no intention of contacting me."

Hazel is annoyed, "What’s wrong with the Godfrey Family? Our daughter is looking up to their son, that means we respect them."

The Godfrey Family is too low-key. Everyone has been talking about the Godfrey Family’s foundation weakening decades ago, and today, it’s said that the inside has been completely hollowed out, trying to maintain a beautiful shell.

So with this perception, the Crowley Family feels that they look down on the Godfrey Family.

"Don’t worry, mom will make the decision for you. Whoever you set your sights on is their blessing," Hazel comforts Ivy.

Ivy smiles and nods, "Mother is the most loving towards me!"

Hazel also smiles, "If I don’t love you, who will I love?"

*

Chloe Stephens informs Henry Basil and Mallory to return to their original position and wait, then answers Morgan Crowley’s call. Once Morgan learns that she’s in the Imperial Capital, he quickly drives over to meet her.

However, they change the location.

The atmosphere in the quiet bar isn’t bad. Under these lights, it can hide Morgan’s gloomy face, "Today, I went home and had another fight with my family. They actually said it was for my own good? They restrained my cultivation and almost killed me, and they said it was for my own good? Stephens Godfrey, tell me, are there any parents in the world who treat their own son like this?"

Chloe takes a big sip of the green fruit wine and says calmly, "Yes."

"Whose parents?"

"The Hawthorne Family."

"..."

Morgan thinks about Len Hawthorne’s situation, and it is indeed quite miserable.

After drinking a few strong drinks, Morgan continued to speak with frustration, "They said they didn’t know that such a restriction could be fatal. Do you believe them?"

"It should be credible."

"For my brother, who can’t cultivate ancient martial arts, they’ve taken favoritism to the extreme, saying that I should give in to my younger brother as the elder one, not overshadow him in achievements or abilities, to give him a chance to breathe. They even asked me to sign away half of the equity to him, saying that I, as an ancient martial arts practitioner, could survive anywhere, but he couldn’t... I had to give in." The more Morgan spoke, the more excited he became, as if wanting to vent all his grievances.

He looked far removed from his usual dominating demeanor!

Chloe furrowed her brows slightly, already beginning to lose patience, her tone chilly, "We didn’t meet to hear you talk about this trash. It’s about investments."

"Stephens Godfrey, just pity me... I don’t have anyone to talk to. When I’m with you, I can reveal my true self. Tomorrow... I’ll invest even more for you." Morgan drank another two strong drinks.

Chloe sat opposite him, disgusted, quietly listening to his complaints.

Watching Morgan, Chloe couldn’t help but think that Len’s evildoer would likely reveal his real side in a similar situation.

On second thought, maybe their circumstances wouldn’t be the same.

Morgan’s appearance was genuinely hard to watch.

That evildoer, no matter how miserable, would still be alluring enough to make hearts tremble, never showing any signs of disgust or impatience.

"Slap!"

Chloe found Morgan’s appearance too unbearable and slapped him on the head.

Morgan looked stunned, "Stephens Godfrey, why did you hit me?"

Not comforting him was one thing, but hitting him was another.

"Finish your rant and go home."

There was no point discussing today’s issue.

Morgan: "..."

He might as well drink himself to death!

Even Stephens Godfrey didn’t love him anymore.

It’s so bitter!

*

After leaving Morgan at the hotel, Chloe returned to the Research Institute.

Taxis couldn’t go any further to the entrance, and just as Chloe got off, a car pulled up beside her, the window rolled down, "Oh, it’s you."

Ivy Crowley had just parted with Logan Thomas nearby and saw Chloe only a few steps after getting in her car.

Chloe didn’t even look at her.

"Wait!"

Ivy Crowley got out of the car, "You live at the Research Institute? You’re not next door to Tristan, are you? So that’s what he meant when he talked about it at dinner? You used your family’s connections to move in next door!"

Chloe didn’t stop and just walked inside, completely ignoring Ivy Crowley.

Ivy raised an eyebrow as she was ignored.

Chloe opened the door and noticed someone walking behind her. She turned around for a glance.

It was Carter Crowley returning from night training outside.

Although Carter couldn’t cultivate ancient martial arts, he could still do normal activities. He practiced boxing and swordsmanship to the extreme, and his reflexes were several times stronger than ordinary people.

Due to frequent practice, his muscles were well-proportioned and toned, even better looking than male models on television.

Seeing Chloe’s gaze sweep over him, Carter’s face darkened and he walked quickly to his own place.

Chloe felt that aside from Morgan, everyone in the Crowley Family seemed abnormal.

Especially this one, who was self-obsessed and a exhibitionist; just showing off a few muscles made him think he was the most handsome man in the world.

In reality, looking at his injected muscles even dirtied her eyes.

It would be better to look at the evildoer’s...

Chloe frowned, feeling that she had thought about the evildoer too many times today.

It must be because of the alcohol.