As Madeline reflected on this, her gaze fell on Zion.
However, her mindset was not shared by Zion.
He was actually grateful to Flynn.
The Elixir of Vigor was too tempting.
For such a divine medicine, any risk was worth taking.
If he knew a family possessed it, he would have contemplated sending someone to steal it.
Now that Flynn had delivered it right to him, he was overjoyed.
Different perspectives lead to different solutions.
Ordinary people, when faced with such a situation, think first of self-preservation; no matter how miraculous, The Elixir of Vigor was not worth more than their life.
For a warlord like Zion, who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, danger was a constant companion; he was used to it.
Would he have reached his position as Lysander King without taking risks?
Yet, while Zion was excited, he also felt some disappointment.
He had thought Flynn had some abilities, only to find he was just a petty thief, a lowlife at the very bottom of society.
How disappointing.
It seemed his ability to judge people was still accurate.
When this young man first arrived, Zion saw no potential in him.
He only saw an arrogant self-importance, a seemingly all-conquering attitude that was actually just foolish bravado, a naive young man unaware of the extent of the world.
It’s fine to be fearless as a young calf not afraid of tigers, and to have the guts to rush in, but you also need brains!
Don’t you know, after living for over twenty years, which people to confront and which not even to look in the eye?
After the gift-giving session, Zion had started to see Flynn in a new light.
He thought perhaps Flynn had some capabilities, or maybe a powerful backer, but the outcome was disappointing; he was just a petty thief…
“Dad, the Elixir of Vigor Flynn gave was not stolen, I guarantee it.”
“He has helped me many times, please don’t blame him,” Harriet Hamilton pleaded again for Flynn.
“Oh? He has helped you?” Zion, taking the easy way out, patted Harriet Hamilton on the shoulder and turned to Flynn:
“You directly defied me, challenged my authority, and even tried to frame me – all capital offenses! I should not let you off lightly!”
“However, since you have helped my daughter, you are a benefactor of the Hussain family, and I will spare your life.”
“Let’s consider the past incident over. You owe nothing to my daughter now.”
His meaning was clear: I forgive your past, but from now on, if there is even a slight offense, I will surely send you to meet the King of Hell!
Xavier Caldwell and others nodded, “Today is the master’s daughter’s birthday banquet; he does not wish to cause a slaughter.”
“You are lucky!”
Maisie Carlisle sneered, “Thought he was some big shot, turns out he’s just a lowly scoundrel.”
“This is my father’s grace; you should be thankful.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They couldn’t help but marvel at Flynn’s luck; in the past, who could have offended Lysander King and come away unscathed?
If it weren’t for Harriet Hamilton’s protection, this young man would have surely been slaughtered today!
Yet Flynn remained indifferent, not even lifting his head.
He was here for Harriet Hamilton’s birthday and didn’t want to start a fight; otherwise, could Zion’s family still be alive?
But to everyone else, Flynn’s behavior appeared to be something else.
Flynn’s plot had been exposed, and he was frightened.
Hearing Zion spare his life, he couldn’t accept the sudden shift, his mind went blank.
Like a convict in the execution ground about to be beheaded, then suddenly receiving a royal pardon, causing immense mental shock, his mind a blank slate.
This was Flynn’s state, happiness coming too suddenly, unable to react.
Zion then changed his tone again, speaking coldly, “Originally, since you had saved Harriet, you could have earned my support.”
“Unfortunately, your performance is a disappointment to me…” Madeline nearly choked on her own rage.
Zion’s patronage! What an opportunity!
A little favor from Lysander King was like a lavish fortune to Flynn!
But now, due to Flynn’s childish arrogance, it had all turned to dust.
Why couldn’t he speak nicely?
Did he really think he could defy Lysander King?
Even if he was fond of Harriet Hamilton, he should have discussed it privately with Zion!
What was the point of confronting him publicly?
Did he want to create a scene at the party, declaring his love for Harriet Hamilton, hoping to touch everyone’s hearts and have them speak on his behalf?
Foolish!
In this society, power, money, and strength are the only true currencies!
And Flynn had none of these!
What about The Elixir of Vigor and the clay pot? Why couldn’t he just tell the truth?
Or secretly give them to Harriet Hamilton.
Even if it was stolen, Zion would have appreciated his efforts for The Elixir of Vigor’s sake.
By also helping Harriet Hamilton, wouldn’t he have ingratiated himself with Lysander King?
But instead, you chose to use The Elixir of Vigor to glorify yourself. What did you expect? That everyone would see you as they see Layla, and that Zion would betroth Harriet Hamilton to you?
Naive!
Ignorant!
Ridiculous!
Do you think you could deceive Layla with such tricks?
You could have soared high, but now, you’ve not only left a terrible impression on Zion but also nearly brought disaster upon yourself.
After berating Flynn, Madeline felt a twinge of regret.
If she had divorced Flynn a bit later, The Elixir of Vigor would have been hers.
With the value of The Elixir of Vigor and the clay pot, whether kept for personal use or to curry favor with powerful figures, it would have brought great benefits to the Kaur family.
Such a pity…
But while she regretted it, Madeline was not about to despair, for she was destined to marry into the Fletcher family.
What couldn’t she acquire then?
She heard Nathan was Mr. Price’s apprentice; maybe she could ask Mr. Price for some beauty creams, which surely wouldn’t be too inferior.
“This man is beyond help,” Kimber said with a shake of her head, her eyes filled with intense disgust.
She had never seen anyone quite like Flynn.
Born to be far from wealth!
The patronage of Lysander King-what an immense blessing!
Yet Flynn had played foolish games in his presence. What was he thinking?
No matter!
Such a man did not deserve sympathy!
He was doomed to a life of poverty, growing ever more distant from the elite…
Layla, however, remained calm.
She had given Flynn chances, twice.
But Flynn had squandered them all for his pitiful pride.
He had only himself to blame.
Madeline had done well to divorce him early, for with a man of his character, she would have faced only abyssal depths.
His life was over…
The party continued.
The crowd buzzed with talk of Flynn wasting a grand opportunity.
Zion warned everyone, “As for The Elixir of Vigor and the clay pot, you all know what they are. I expect you to keep this to yourselves.”
“Pretend these artifacts never existed.”
“If anyone leaks this information, I, Zion, will destroy their entire lineage!”
As Mr. Summerfield had said, the value of these two artifacts was too great; even Zion couldn’t protect them if word got out.
Everyone nodded repeatedly, a chill running down their spines; they dared not defy the authority of Lysander King.
Seeing Flynn out of danger, Harriet Hamilton’s face lit up with a smile:
“Flynn, I’ll keep the gift safe and pour you a drink later!”
Flynn smiled back, signaling her to go ahead, and struck up a conversation with Odin Hamilton.
Maisie Carlisle, seeing Harriet Hamilton with the clay pot heading backstage, her eyes filled with greed and envy, her lips curling into a cold smirk, followed her…