After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 655 - 619: Secret Rendezvous? A Thousand-year-old Little Girl? (Part 8)

Chapter 655: Chapter 619: Secret Rendezvous? A Thousand-year-old Little Girl? (Part 8)

Adam Stephens returned from Building 2.

Upon entering, he saw Chloe, and his furrowed brows relaxed.

Yvette Foster hastily asked, "How is it? Is his situation grave?"

"He’s been a living dead; he just suddenly weakened, Elder Taylor could only stabilize him for now, but no one knows how long he could last," Adam turned to Chloe, saying, "By the way, we went to the Godfrey Family to give gifts two days ago and asked for their intentions. Austin Godfrey thinks highly of you! His parents are very open-minded too; when they found out it’s you, they’re very willing to have you as their daughter-in-law..."

Yvette Foster slapped Adam and desperately gave him a hint with her eyes.

Adam was stunned and didn’t catch the hint.

Seeing him continue, Yvette Foster pinched him hard.

Coming to his senses, Adam saw his daughter’s slight frown and dared not continue.

"It’s okay, I’ll go out for a bit."

Chloe felt it would be better to wait outside for Len Hawthorne.

"Look at you; you scared the child away. Chloe isn’t even eighteen yet, and you’re so eager to marry her off?" Yvette Foster glared and pinched her husband, thinking he was rather clueless in this aspect, which wasn’t the case when he was wooing her back then.

Adam cooed, "I’m just worried that Chloe will be taken away by that Hawthorne."

"The critical point is whether our daughter likes him; we can’t force her to marry whoever we want. This kind of behavior is really unacceptable."

Adam: "..."

No, darling, when you were holding Mrs. Godfrey’s hand back then, you couldn’t wait to push our daughter to them.

Yvette Foster sighed, "If Len Hawthorne didn’t have that destiny of a solitary star, I’d personally lean towards him."

Adam: "..."

You usually don’t say that.

Yvette Foster started to worry again, "Adam, It’s not Chloe going out for a secret rendezvous with Len Hawthorne, is it? Chloe is still so young; Len Hawthorne wouldn’t be so despicable."

Hearing this, Adam thought about the possibility too, and his handsome face turned instantly gloomy.

If Len Hawthorne dared to do so, he would fight him even if he couldn’t win.

"When Chloe comes back, we will ask."

Yvette Foster wondered, "How? You’d better ask."

Adam thought for a moment and said, "She’s a girl; it won’t be quite right for me, her father, to question."

"It’s because you’re her father; it’s better for you to ask."

"Alright, I will ask her when she comes back."

"Be gentle."

"Got it!"

*

At this moment, the girl was leisurely sitting in a quiet and elegant dining hall. All the customers dining here were influential and respected people.

Although the seats weren’t filled, the food here was exorbitantly expensive and delicious.

The price did match the taste, after all.

"Miss."

While enjoying the quietness and sipping the champagne in her hand, Chloe heard someone calling her.

Looking up, she saw a young man smiling at her. His moderate smile was quite gentlemanly.

She glanced at several young people not far behind him, looking this way, and then at the wine set up on their table, she instantly understood.

This was likely some kind of Truth or Dare game, and the young man in front of her lost and was nominated to do something.

The girl slightly raised her head, revealing her beautiful face. The young man couldn’t help but take a deep breath and attempt to suppress his suddenly quickened heartbeat.

The girl had been sitting here for an hour, and it was unclear whether she was waiting for someone or had been stood up.

"Miss, I lost a game with my friends and need your cooperation!"

The youngster seemed to be from a prestigious family in Sheffield City.

The other youngsters seemed to be from a similar background.

Chloe Stephens lifted her cold eyes again, her voice tinted with frostiness, "Why should I go along with you?"

The youngster was taken aback and explained, "I am just seeking help. Won’t the beautiful lady give me a chance?"

Chloe stared at him, "Just because you’re asking for help, I should help?"

The young man was rendered speechless by her sharp retort, he had never faced such an awkward situation before and began to stiffen.

Glancing at his friends, the young man thought he was rather handsome and being a second-generation official, anyone he met had to yield to him.

The girl in front of him was stunningly beautiful, although beauty was a kind of capital, she shouldn’t make him stumble just because of her beauty.

Just when he was about to retort and boast about his family background, the surroundings of the dining hall suddenly became quiet.

A man clad in camouflage was slowly approaching them.

He moved powerfully and steadily, every step seeming like it was stepping on people’s hearts.

A terrifying man stood smiling in front of the youngster, holding a cigarette in his slender fingers, and looked at him.

The youngster was so impacted by the man’s smile and appearance that his mind went blank.

"Hitting on my little girl? You sure have guts."

The youngster’s face turned red all of a sudden.

"Chloe, you’ve been waiting a long time, haven’t you?" Ignoring the shamefully furious youngster who wanted to bang his head against the wall, Len Hawthorne naturally sat down opposite to Chloe Stephens.

"One hour."

"My bad, I should’ve teleported to you instantly," Len Hawthorne admitted his mistake and glanced at the youngster who was still standing there, "Standing there like a signpost?"

The youngster’s mouth twitched. He looked at Len Hawthorne’s camouflage but didn’t dare to provoke him.

Chloe ignored this interruption and looked at Len, "When are you planning to enter Western Europe?"

Len Hawthorne raised his hand to signal the waiter to bring a menu.

After ordering a few dishes, he looked at Chloe, "Chloe, I can’t take you with me this time."

"Hmmm, I’ll stay here."

"Tell me specifically about that member of Zimmer Family," Len thought if Chloe could recognize him, she must know very well about his identity.

"A few thousands-of-years-old ancient martial artists are hiding behind the alliance, and one of them is lurking in Western Europe."

"Thousands of years..." Len Hawthorne’s mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Chloe, "Chloe, how do you know all of this? Don’t tell me you’re already a thousand-year-old little girl?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that she’s not just a thousand-year-old little girl, "When he reached that state, he can be considered a true ancient martial artist or, in your terms, a cultivator."

He has already surpassed the realm of ancient martial arts.

An encounter with a thousand-year-old ancient cultivator was a first for him.

Previously, he had only encountered the likes of Allen Godfrey, with three to four hundred years considered to be the limit. Now, coming across a millennium-old being, even if turned to dust, he is still alive.

Since this came from Dark City, it made sense.

The existence of Dark City was also not limited to a thousand years, having elders of this age inside was normal.

Even the Pope of Western Europe could live this long, it was not a surprise for an ancient martial artist to reach this age.

However, confronting a thousand-year-old fellow was not easier than dealing with the witches of Western Europe.

Then, Yellen wasn’t fully committed to putting up a fight against Chloe, that’s why they achieved the past result.

"Chloe, I suddenly feel like I can’t keep up with you. I used to be quite confident, but now I feel utterly disheartened," Len Hawthorne said gloomily, "People outside know more about your matters than me, your potential boyfriend. It’s sour."

Upon hearing the first part, Chloe wanted to console him, but after hearing the latter part, she lost her resolution to appease him.

The online motivational posts were right, you really can’t spoil some men.

She’d rather let him stew in his sourness.