In Zion’s position, he was very concerned about whether his dignity was being challenged.
Now, with Flynn showing disrespect right from the start and Rose backing him up, those familiar with Lysander King knew that these two were in for a harsh fate.
“Dad… I invited Flynn to the banquet,” pleaded Rose.
“Please, don’t make it hard for him.”
Seeing Zion angered, Harriet Hamilton quickly stepped in front of Flynn to plead with Zion.
Madeline sighed internally, “Flynn’s clever words have completely deceived Harriet Hamilton.”
“That’s all he’s good for.”
In Madeline’s view, Flynn’s ability to boast was unparalleled, and Harriet, the most naive and gullible girl, could be swayed by mere promises of eternal love and impractical assurances, making her fall head over heels in love.
Zion paused, then nodded, “Alright, since you invited him, he’s welcome!”
“Let’s begin the banquet.”
Recognition was crucial, relating directly to the Hussain family’s immediate interests, so he decided to temporarily overlook Flynn’s actions.
Killing an ant can be done at any time.
Flynn shared the sentiment, having promised Harriet Hamilton to try not to disrupt her birthday celebration.
He found a seat next to Rose.
Madeline, ending up at the same table as Flynn, remarked coldly:
“A man who wants to succeed should not immerse himself among women all day.”
“Your starting point is already lower than average, and yet you don’t strive to improve. You’re destined to achieve nothing in this life!”
Flynn tilted his head, “How I should act is not something you need to educate me about.”
Madeline couldn’t help but sneer, “Indeed, we have no relation anymore. Your life or death means nothing to me, but my father is fond of you.”
“I say these things only for you to consider him, to stay away from Niarak and fail elsewhere.”
“Out of sight, out of mind!”
Flynn’s previous words had been sharp, but they did not hurt Madeline.
To her, Flynn’s cold remarks were because he hadn’t moved on from being rejected by her, trying to get back at her by showing disdain.
This clearly showed how narrow-minded Flynn was, revealing his true colors when he failed to get what he wanted.
“Out of sight, out of mind?” Flynn scoffed, his face cold, “Madeline, mark my words, you will one day ask for my help.”
“When that day comes, remember what you said now and before, and don’t bother me, understand?”
“Ask for your help?” Madeline chuckled bitterly and shook her head, “Setting aside asking for your help, will you even have a future? In other words, having offended Lysander King, how long do you think you can survive?”
“Do you even know what Zion’s status is?”
Flynn unflinchingly replied, “I know, just an ant.”
“An ant?” Madeline shook her head, her eyes flashing with scorn, too indifferent to care.
When the blade is at his neck, he’ll realize who the real ant is.
The room fell silent, the storm subsided once more, but those who knew Zion understood that Lysander King was still furious.
The event moved on to the gift-giving segment.
“PelensThayer Industries presents a Clearwater Bay villa, valued at three hundred million!”
“The PelensCarr family gifts a pink Bentley.”
“The Thorne family offers ten percent shares in Kaiser Corporation, worth two hundred million.”
“…”
The gift givers were all magnates, naturally outshining other wealthy families with their extravagant gifts.
Easily worth billions.
Madeline’s eyes gleamed.
By the end of it, the gifts must have totaled over two billion.
The Kaur family couldn’t make that much money in twenty years.
But after a moment of shock, she smiled again.
She believed it wouldn’t be long before she became the next Harriet Hamilton.
Under the grand chandeliers of a six-star hotel, on a ten-mile red carpet.
She would walk towards Nathan, wearing a top-tier wedding gown designed by a famous Italian designer, amidst the blessings and envy of numerous elites.
Then Nathan would kneel on one knee, presenting a diamond ring worth hundreds of millions.
Yes! The Carlos Blue Diamond!
At the last Jewelry King exhibition in Niarak, there was a ten-carat Carlos Blue Diamond!
Valued at one hundred seventy million!
It would be mine!
With the Carlos Blue Diamond on my finger, I would accept the gifts from the magnates.
Like Harriet Hamilton, receiving gifts worth billions…
“Harriet, this necklace is nothing special, but it’s also a token of my affection, please accept it.”
Rose pulled a red diamond necklace from her bag and handed it to Harriet Hamilton.
She said it was nothing much, but anyone with eyes could see that the necklace was worth no less than $500, 000, an unimaginable sum for the average person.
Flynn was about to pull out the Elixir of Vigor from his bag when the announcer’s voice rang out again.
“Slatin of the Woods family, direct disciple of Lennon Porter, the first saintly hand in the Southern Territory, medical-martial Grandmaster, Layla presents a box of her personally concocted Glacial Balm!”
Layla had arrived!
She had brought her personally concocted Glacial Balm!
Everyone stood up and looked towards the entrance.
Dressed in a teal gown, Layla’s stunning figure and icy demeanor dominated the room, causing all eyes to fall on her. Lysander King Zion smiled in respect.
Today, the only person who could catch Zion’s eye was Layla!
A woman, before whom many a great leader bowed!
Such was Layla’s domineering presence!
There was no helping it; she was too exceptional, a master of both medicine and martial arts.
At just over twenty, she was already Zion’s equal.
Kimber followed closely behind her mistress, her face held high in pride, as if afraid that others might not recognize her as Layla’s servant.
She relished the attention, even though everyone’s gaze was fixed on Layla. By standing next to a shining pearl, she too began to glow!
As Layla’s servant, she was proud!
“Master! This is a gift from Ms. Woods,” said Xavier Caldwell, holding a small box containing a pale pink balm with a fragrant aroma.
“Ms. Woods is thoughtful,” Zion nodded with a slight smile.
“It’s just a small token,” Layla responded with a smile to Ms. Hussain.
“I wanted to make more, but the Glacial Balm is made from the ancient formula of the Crimson Elixir, and two of the ingredients are extremely hard to find, so I could only prepare one box.”
“Crimson Elixir?” Zion’s physician, Mr. Summerfield, took the box, sniffed it, then applied some on the back of his hand. Moments later, he exclaimed in surprise:
“It’s just as described in the ancient medical texts-cooling and smooth to the touch, with a light fragrance like orchids, cleansing the skin of impurities and fading scars! It’s as soft as cream!”
“It works ten times better than any cosmetic product on the market!”
“But the Crimson Balm had been lost to time. Did you find it in an ancient text?”
Proudly, Kimber said, “The Crimson Elixir has been lost for 300 years, with only half of the ancient formula surviving, missing six ingredients.”
“My mistress, using just half of the ancient formula, deduced those six ingredients in a month!”
The audience was astounded.
“Deduction? You must have a profound foundation in medicine to know the taste, nature, and effects of thousands of herbs to achieve that,” someone admired.
“With such remarkable effects and personally prepared by Ms. Woods, even top celebrities would envy and lose sleep over it!”
“Ms. Woods truly is a prodigy of the younger generation, with extraordinary medical skills. Given time, she will surpass her master and become the new saint of medicine!”
These were not empty praises; countless difficult cases cured by Layla had proven her capabilities.
She truly deserved the title of prodigy!
“She’s so young, her future is boundless, surpassing a medical saint isn’t out of the question!”
Mr. Summerfield laughed bitterly, his eyes filled with awe, “I’ve cured many terminal illnesses in my decades as Pelens’s leading physician.”
“But I spent ten years deducing only one ingredient of the Crimson Elixir.”
“Ms. Woods achieved this in just one month; I am truly in awe, truly in awe!”
Zion smiled lightly, “Ms. Woods is a once-in-three-hundred-years genius; you simply cannot compare.”
“To put it bluntly, even given a hundred years, you might not achieve what Ms. Woods has now.”
Mr. Summerfield nodded in agreement, utterly convinced.
Madeline stared at the box of Glacial Balm, lost in thought, her eyes filled with longing.
She desperately wanted a box for herself!
Watching the reactions around him, Flynn chuckled softly, his eyes full of disdain.
Just a Glacial Balm, a mere cosmetic that improves the surface of the skin.
He could write hundreds of such formulas.
And they would be his own creations!
While Layla could only deduce the ancient formula, wasting a whole month, she was simply foolish.