After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 622 - 586: How About You? Have You Ever Had A Soft Spot? (2nd Update)

Chapter 622: Chapter 586: How About You? Have You Ever Had A Soft Spot? (2nd Update)

"I’ve sent someone to test the waters at Tristan’s place," Chloe suddenly said to Len Hawthorne without context.

Len’s expression suddenly turned serious, "Is there anything unusual?"

Chloe shook her head, "They’re hiding their intentions well."

Len took her hand and gave it a natural squeeze, "They’ll eventually slip up, and I have someone keeping an eye on them. I’ll know if anything happens right away."

"I will be attending the Godfrey Family Banquet in a few days."

"The Godfrey family sent me an invitation. Little Chloe, what kind of deal did you make with them?" Len felt that the girl in front of him was too independent, not relying on others, which made him feel somewhat powerless.

The powerlessness of wanting to be needed by her made him anxious.

Don’t be fooled by the girl’s previous pitiful appearance; she’s actually quite formidable.

However.

Every time he saw her show her strong side, Len’s heart ached deeply.

It seemed that a long, long time ago, the little girl would still rely on him.

"I didn’t make any deal," Chloe assured him that she didn’t make any deals with the Godfrey family.

"Little Chloe, you can..." Len’s hand rested on her head, wanting to say something but swallowing it back. He looked into the girl’s clear eyes and sighed inwardly, "Never mind, it’s good this way too."

Chloe was bewildered.

*

In the morning.

Chloe received a call from Morgan Crowley and got up when the sun was already out.

Len was not there in the small courtyard as he went out on a mission with his team.

Chloe put down her mobile phone, looked at the empty small courtyard, and felt a strange sensation.

Looking at the note and breakfast left behind, the strange feeling intensified.

After having breakfast, Chloe went to the place where she agreed to meet Morgan. It was near his company.

"Chloe Stephens! Over here!" Morgan stood up and waved to her.

"What’s the matter?" Chloe asked as soon as she sat down.

"Just in time for a meal, how about we eat first?" Morgan picked up the menu and looked at her inquisitively.

With a calm tone, Chloe said, "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to see you!"

Chloe’s cold gaze fell on him, "I’ve said before that I would give the Crowley Family a chance, but it’s a shame that they’ve used up their last chance."

Morgan’s smile stiffened for a moment before he forced another barely-there smile, "Chloe, although the Crowley Family treated me that way... aside from that one time that almost cost me my life, I haven’t suffered much abuse. If the day comes when you act against the Crowley Family, I don’t know what to do."

There was a mix of complexity and bitterness in Morgan’s mature and charming tone.

It was like he was standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

Chloe looked at him indifferently, seemingly unable to understand his feelings.

All she knew was that the Crowley Family couldn’t accommodate her anymore.

It wasn’t just because of Morgan; it had already begun when Hazel Foster showed up at their door.

"I’ve already warned you."

Counting carefully, she’d given them two chances already.

Morgan’s gaze dimmed as he looked at Chloe, speaking hoarsely, "I can take the punishment for them if it comes to that... "

"There’s not a question of punishment, and there’s no one to take the place."

Morgan tugged at his tie, trying to relax.

The girl sitting across from him showed no signs of relenting.

He knew that his request was shameless, but he couldn’t help asking. "You can have whatever you want, even my company. I can give you shares, work for you in the future, or even give myself if that’s not enough."

When Chloe returned to the Imperial Capital, Morgan knew that nothing good would happen next.

Especially when it came to the Crowley Family.

He had struggled for a long time before coming up with this method of compensation.

Chloe stared at him intensely, "Is it worth it?"

"They are still my family after all. Do you think I’m pathetic for doing this? At the age of ten, I was so eager to cultivate that I almost lost my life. My parents risked their lives to find a way for me to survive. So when you told me there was something wrong with my practice at that time, I couldn’t believe it."

Once, he was also the son whose life was saved at the cost of his parents’.

But he didn’t know when his relationship with his parents began to drift apart.

"People’s hearts can change."

"That’s others. Even if I am disappointed in them now, it doesn’t erase the love they had for me in the past."

Chloe remained silent, not offering any comforting words.

Morgan Crowley chuckled bitterly, "What do you want to eat, Ms. Stephens? I’m afraid there won’t be another chance for me to treat you to a meal."

Chloe finally agreed to have dinner with him.

*

They walked out the dining hall.

Chloe stood at the edge of the steps, not following him into the car.

Morgan stood by the car, looking back at her with a smile: "Ms. Stephens, let me give you a lift."

"Sometimes being softhearted can be your fatal blow," said Chloe suddenly as she looked at him.

Morgan was stunned. Having lived for nearly thirty years, he certainly understood this principle.

If he couldn’t let go, he couldn’t let go.

Even if it could be a fatal blow to him, he didn’t care.

Morgan suddenly asked her, "What about you? Have you ever had a soft-hearted moment?"

Chloe frowned.

Her heart unconsciously tightened.

Chloe remained silent for a very long time, so long that she herself seemed a little lost.

Until the voice of a woman broke the long silence between the two.

"President Crowley!"

Behind them, several paparazzi suddenly appeared, snapping photos of them at full speed.

Chloe moved to a different angle to avoid the CCTV camera.

Morgan turned around, his cold and handsome face devoid of any smile, exuding a dominant attitude.

A tall, sexy, and fashionable woman came up to greet Morgan first, followed by several men and women.

They were all very attractive!

The woman who stepped forward first was an artist from the entertainment company Morgan had acquired, who had been popular in the entertainment industry for many years.

Whether in movies or on television, she was very popular and had numerous fans.

Today, they were in the Imperial Capital after filming, taking a break to have a meal together. This place was not open to ordinary people, so they chose this location to escape the paparazzi outside.

Unexpectedly, they met Morgan Crowley there.

From the previous scene, it looked like the President they knew was unexpectedly close to a little girl, which was very strange.

Victoria Jefferson looked at Chloe with a smile, "Is this a friend of President Crowley?"

Morgan had visited Stellar Media several times and had dinner with Victoria and others twice.

They could be considered acquaintances.

Victoria approached and introduced herself quite familiarly, "Hello, I’m Victoria Jefferson from Stellar Media. I’m currently working for President Crowley!"

Victoria was even more popular than William Coleman at that time, although not as famous as Calvin Lawson, she was still considered a national goddess level.

Chloe and her were photographed together in the mirror.

The girl looked coldly at Victoria and nodded slightly to Morgan.

Without saying a word, she chose a direction and left.

Victoria’s outstretched hand was left hanging in the air. She smiled slightly, tucked her hair behind her ear, and turned to Morgan, laughing, "President Crowley’s friend seems quite aloof!"

Morgan looked at Victoria, his warning tone somewhat thicker, "Since you’re here to eat, just enjoy your meal. The company will cover the expenses."

Having said that, Morgan got into the car and left.

"Wow! President Crowley is so handsome!" A little celebrity who played a minor role exclaimed excitedly.

Victoria’s eyes deepened, looking in the direction Morgan had left, with a hint of determination.