After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 624 - 588: The Person Who Has Been Searching for a Thousand Years, Maybe It’s Him (1 more)

Chapter 624: Chapter 588: The Person Who Has Been Searching for a Thousand Years, Maybe It’s Him (1 more)

The Godfrey Family.

Austin Godfrey stood outside the thick mechanism gate, holding his mobile phone in his slender hand, staring at the saved picture on the screen.

He stared at the girl’s slightly confused eyes for a long time.

He didn’t notice when Allen Godfrey appeared behind him.

"Is this the young chairman of the Crowley Family?"

Allen Godfrey suddenly asked.

Austin Godfrey put away his phone and nodded, "Yes, it’s him."

"Is he very close to Chloe Stephens?"

"I’m not sure."

Allen Godfrey couldn’t help but look over when he heard this answer.

Austin Godfrey sighed, "I think, with people like Len Hawthorne around Chloe, she doesn’t need me by her side."

Allen Godfrey frowned, "What was it like when you first met her?"

"Complicated."

Austin Godfrey didn’t know how to describe the feeling when he first met Chloe Stephens.

If he had to describe it, it would just be complicated.

Allen Godfrey nodded, his gaze distant, "The first time I met her was in the marine area, she was very decadent back then."

The word decadent doesn’t suit Chloe Stephens now.

But if it were when she had just returned to this world, perhaps it would fit.

"She was like a lost child, making people unable to resist leading her forward. That guy named Jimmy Turner used to have his emotions taken away, and wouldn’t involve emotions in whatever he did. Her symptoms were more severe than just having her emotions taken away," Allen Godfrey pointed to Austin Godfrey’s phone, "This kind of expression, it’s my first time seeing it too."

"I thought you two had a deep friendship since you’ve known her for so long," Austin Godfrey was somewhat curious.

Chloe Stephens looked very young, but in fact, she had lived even longer than Allen Godfrey.

Allen Godfrey smiled slightly, a smile that brightened the surrounding gloom. "She never let anyone into her world, but this time when we met, she has changed a lot. I don’t know whose influence she is under, but if you had met her when she was lost, you would understand my feelings when I see her now."

"Perhaps it’s because of Len Hawthorne," Austin Godfrey voiced this answer aloud.

Allen Godfrey understood when he saw Chloe Stephens and Len Hawthorne interact.

He just didn’t want Len Hawthorne to be that person.

"Anyone would be suitable, except for Len Hawthorne. Even the young chairman of the Crowley Family," Allen Godfrey’s hands tightened behind him.

"Because of Len Hawthorne’s fate?"

"It’s half the reason," Allen Godfrey didn’t know why, but he just didn’t like Len Hawthorne.

"You once said that ever since you met Chloe Stephens, you felt she was searching for something. Perhaps what made her lost was a person, and this person has been found at this very moment."

Even though Austin Godfrey felt uncomfortable when he said this, he still reminded Allen Godfrey.

Chloe Stephens has been blocking herself, refusing anyone’s approach, and perhaps the person she has been searching for thousands of years is Len Hawthorne!

To block oneself like this for countless years, even the most emotionally rich person would gradually become numb.

She spent every day and night in disappointment, time and time again; it was unbearable.

Just imagine, from full of expectation to disappointment year after year, searching and disappointed, several hundred years would be enough to bear.

Austin Godfrey didn’t know how long Chloe Stephens had been searching, whether it was several hundred years or several thousand years.

But judging from Allen Godfrey’s description, it was no less than five or six hundred years.

Running around the world alone, searching endlessly.

She didn’t even know if she was looking for a person or an object, just searching. If it were him, he wouldn’t have the same patience.

Allen Godfrey didn’t agree with Austin Godfrey’s speculation, "If she’s searching for someone, why now?"

She had many opportunities before, why Len Hawthorne?

He had calculated it.

Len Hawthorne’s previous life was a blank slate, with no so-called previous life at all.

What he had was only the evil energy of heaven and earth dwelling in his body.

That’s why he could suppress the people who gave betrothal gifts to him.

Austin Godfrey remained silent.

Because except for Chloe Stephens, no one understood.

"If you wish for her red thread to be Morgan Crowley, we from Godfrey Family can pull the strings."

Austin Godfrey suddenly said.

Allen Godfrey shook his head: "I can only calculate the future, not change destinies."

"I can help."

"You?" Allen Godfrey was slightly surprised.

Austin Godfrey nodded solemnly.

Allen Godfrey looked at Austin Godfrey with a weird glance, "When did you gain such an ability?"

"Suddenly had it."

Allan Godfrey’s expression gradually became serious, "Things that you suddenly have should be tested thoroughly before using."

Austin Godfrey knew Allen Godfrey was refusing to re-wire.

Austin pursed his thin lips, his fingers rubbing the phone screen, his expression deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

*

The night was particularly dark tonight.

Even the crescent moon was tightly covered by dark clouds.

Chloe Stephens leaned on a bench in the small manor, closing her eyes to rest, while waiting for someone to return.

It wasn’t until after eleven o’clock that Chloe still hadn’t waited for Len Hawthorne to return.

Just when she thought Len Hawthorne wouldn’t come back because he was angry, she made a call but it couldn’t get through.

Far away, several kilometers away.

Dark clouds began to appear on the horizon, like the brewing storm before it arrives.

Chloe jumped out from the other side, the black cat dragging smoke, and landed on the high ground at the same time as her.

The phone rang.

Chloe answered it.

"Chloe, Len Hawthorne is injured..."

It was Ethan Coates’ voice.

Chloe’s dark pupils narrowed, she put away her phone, and disappeared on the spot.

Spatial teleportation to a more distant place.

As soon as she appeared, several special bullets flew in.

With a sweep of Chloe’s hand, her strength bounced the bullets back.

The scene was chaotic.

It was a confrontation between Western European superpowers and Eastern ancient martial artists.

The borderline was a mess.

When they found Len Hawthorne, he was covered in blood, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

Chloe stepped forward and supported him with one hand, checking his pulse with the other, her face changing slightly: "He was attacked while dispersing his cultivation."

"Dispersing cultivation?"

Ethan Coates heard this for the first time.

Beatrix Williams, who had come from the other side, also heard it, "What is dispersing cultivation, Chloe, what has he done to himself!"

Chloe frowned, looking at the unconscious man, gritting her teeth and carrying him on her back.

Dispersing cultivation was the same as hers.

When cultivation reached a certain level, it would disperse, preventing oneself from ascending to deity due to excessive cultivation.

However, these were just her speculations after dispersing her cultivation.

The real reason, she had forgotten, she just instinctively did it.

Those who attacked him were not simple ancient martial artists.

Who knew he would disperse his cultivation!

Len Hawthorne, who had been carried for a while, suddenly woke up, his slender body leaning on her slender back, his legs already dragging on the ground as he walked.

"Put me down, you’re working too hard."

"You’re awake."

Chloe put him in a safe area and checked his pulse again: "You’re recovering quickly."

Len Hawthorne covered his wound, leaning against the broken wall, reaching out to touch her cheek, gazing at her with deep affection.

Chloe touched his forehead and found that it was suddenly burning like a fireball. It seemed that her hand would be scorched as soon as it touched his forehead.

The lead-gray mark on his forehead seemed faint and hidden, and his vision became somewhat blurred.

The scorching hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling forward, and she heard the low and hoarse voice saying, "I’m not a loser, I never have been... What’s wrong with us, what’s wrong with us."

He clenched her hand, repeatedly questioning.

Chloe noticed that his eyes had changed, from elegant to cold and evil, filled with thick hatred, as if he wanted to destroy everything!