After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 83 - 068: "Male Fairy" (2nd update) _2

Chapter 83: Chapter 068: "Male Fairy" (2nd update) _2

Scenes from my childhood flashed through my mind.

I really miss those days.

As I reminisced, I started to chatter ceaselessly.

All these stories were from that time.

By the time Fred Foster came back to his senses.

Len Hawthorne was no longer in the room.

*

Len Hawthorne stood beside Chloe Stephens, looking up at the distant field scenery.

"Nice view."

"A hundred years ago, it was even better."

Len Hawthorne smiled.

"Ahem."

Fred Foster felt uncomfortable seeing Chloe and Len, considering their respective backgrounds.

Even though their identity was valid, they couldn’t escape the fact that Len was a narcissistic, self-indulgent person.

Len Hawthorne said, "I want to visit the ancestral temple."

Fred Foster was just about to object.

But Len Hawthorne and Chloe had already walked away.

No way.

He couldn’t let this narcissistic person lead his underage granddaughter astray.

*

In the afternoon.

The attending physician at Thompson Hospital announced that Madison Webb could be discharged.

Emily Weston happily processed the discharge procedures for her daughter.

Albert Webb looked lazily at his mother’s busy figure.

He had offered to do it, but she insisted on doing it herself.

She treated this foster daughter better than her biological child.

It made him doubt his parentage.

Finishing the procedures and walking out, Emily received a call, her smile growing even wider.

"Albert, do you know about the Imperial Capital’s Hawthorne Family? They have someone coming down."

Albert raised his eyebrows: "Why would their people contact us when they come?."

"Didn’t someone from the Hawthorne Family invite your aunt to do a research project? Your aunt somehow didn’t agree, and now they want to persuade her through your uncle’s connections."

"Mom, why are you still doing such things behind the scenes? The Imperial Capital Hawthorne Family is not that easy to contact. Don’t do anything that would affect your aunt and them."

"Although they are from a collateral branch, they are also figures from the aristocratic families. It might not be a bad thing for our Weston Family to get in touch with them under such circumstances. Don’t tell your uncle first about this."

Albert frowned, "Mom, what do you plan to do by bringing these people in?"

Couldn’t he say it?

What if those people came in with the intention of harming his aunt?

He knew what Emily Lynch did for a living.

"The Hawthorne Family is only sending two or three disciples of your age to transfer to Thompson High School. By then, you can interact with them and build relationships for the Webb Family."

Emily thought that what she was doing now was for the good of the Weston and Webb Family.

Albert’s frown deepened.

"Transferring from the Imperial Capital to Thompson High School, are those disciples of the Webb Family mentally unstable?"

"You child, how can you say such things? When they arrive, make sure to develop a good relationship with them, understood?"

"Yes, I got it."

Albert once again felt the urge to study abroad.

*

Leaving River East Village empty-handed in the evening.

After Len Hawthorne dropped both of them off and drove into the guest house, he saw Ethan Coates grinning as he opened the door.

"Young Master Hawthorne, you took quite a long time."

He took out a cigarette, placed it on his lips, took out a lighter, and attempted to light it. However, it wouldn’t catch a flame.

"Did you save both?"

"They’re both tough nuts to crack, but they did admit that those animals were related to Bryson Taylor. Judging by their confessions, it seems they were prepared well in advance. So cunning, they already had their story straight, knowing they would be caught by us."

"See if there’s someone behind them who can predict the future."

"...Young Master Hawthorne, can we not be so superstitious?"

"With thousands of years of history in Herta Kingdom, there are bound to be many divine people. Just investigate."

"We’ll start by checking the major families," Ethan Coates groaned, "This is going to be troublesome."

"Troublesome, but necessary."

"Oh, by the way," Ethan Coates pointed up, "I just got a message that a few collateral branch members of the Hawthorne Family are now watching you."

Len Hawthorne stopped trying to light the cigarette, "Instead of doing something productive, they sure pay a lot of attention to gossip."

Ethan Coates grumbled, "If it weren’t for your involvement, who would care about the gossip from the Imperial Capital? Knowing the moves of the Hawthorne Family, I can’t help but laugh. They don’t dare to send direct descendants; only collateral, as they’d rather sacrifice the lesser members. How despicable."

As he said this, Ethan Coates couldn’t help but give Len a once-over with an evil grin, "They’re not afraid that you’ll slap them in the face with a betrothal paper, hahaha...cough, cough..."

Ethan Coates coughed violently after being slapped on the back.

Len Hawthorne flicked the unlit cigarette into Ethan Coates’ open mouth as he coughed.

"Cough, cough...ugh! Young Master Hawthorne...you...murdering friends and relatives..."

*

"Chloe, today Yvette talked to me about what happened to you. The online issue has been erased, and everything will be fine."

Seeing Chloe, Yvette Foster immediately took her hand, thinking of her daughter’s grievance, and her eyes reddened.

Chloe showed no emotion: "What’s the matter?"

"Didn’t you go looking for your Grandfather because of the online thing?"

"Who told you that?"

"Your eldest Uncle..."

Yvette suddenly came to her senses.

She was foolish to still trust her elder brother’s words.

Chloe said, "How’s the company doing?"

"They’re both managing it very well. I actually caused more chaos when I stepped in, I guess I’m not cut out for big things."

"You still need to learn."

"Mom has recently signed up for a management course, and will focus on training in this area from now on."

Yvette had never thought of giving up.

Seeing her daughter’s expectation for her to become stronger, how could she give up halfway?

"Alright. Keep it up."

After Chloe went upstairs, Yvette realized she had forgotten to ask her about the online issue.

And where did Chloe and her father go today?

Chloe sat down at the computer desk. Black cat meowed and jumped off from the live broadcast shelf.

She opened the seldom-used Weibo account she registered, and the trending topics were gone.

It was unclear who Yvette had found to remove the information.

Elsewhere.

In the three-bedroom apartment.

The delicate-looking young girl sat in front of the computer with her phone to her ear, talking to someone.

"Yeah, I saw it. It’s all wiped out. Thank you."

"It’s nothing, just couldn’t stand it."

There was a knock at the door outside, "Riley, are you asleep?"

Riley Downing hung up the call, closed her computer, and suddenly jumped into her bed.

As soon as she was covered, someone entered from outside. Seeing the sleeping girl, Patrick Lewis carefully closed the door, took out his phone and dialed out, "Old Madam, yes, Riley is fine, there’s no rush to return to the Fisher Family..."