Matteo Kaur felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The voice of this man was like that of a demon from hell to Matteo Kaur.
Ten years ago, Flynn caused a scene in Slatin, and as a result, the Clark family learned of Flynn’s whereabouts over the past decade.
From this, they deduced that Matteo Kaur might have been aiding Flynn and his mother. The Clark family sent Ignatius Clark to Niarak, where he dragged Matteo Kaur into the street, stripped him of his clothes in front of the neighbors, and whipped him mercilessly.
He was then paraded through the streets, humiliated to the core, leaving him utterly disgraced.
Since it was the Clark family, no one dared to intervene or plead on his behalf.
That incident left Matteo Kaur with severe physical and psychological scars.
Now, this demon had returned to Niarak!
“Go shopping with your daughter and buy me some clothes,” Matteo Kaur said, using an excuse to send Paulina Johnston and her daughter away. He then walked home alone.
Ignatius Clark’s arrival at the Kaur family could only mean trouble.
The conversation between the family of three was overheard by Lilia Hussain, who sneered at Layla Woods.
“I told you, Flynn must have some backup plan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to participate in the competition.”
“He won the competition relying on his mother’s ancient medical books, yet that scoundrel acts so smugly! Shameless man!”
In her eyes, Flynn was no different from a spoiled rich kid, flaunting his parents’ achievements while being utterly worthless himself.
Kimber Doyle was also taken aback, then laughed, “So that’s the truth! That scoundrel has ancient medical books. No wonder Orion Kennedy and the others are fawning over him!”
“I thought he had some skills, but it turns out he’s just riding on his dead mother’s coattails!”
Layla Woods calmly replied, “Even if Flynn relied on ancient medical books to win, it doesn’t mean he’s completely worthless.”
“In today’s competition, without a deep understanding of medical principles, Flynn wouldn’t have been able to identify the root of the illness.”
“He does have some skills. Even if his overall medical knowledge isn’t as strong as mine, he still deserves some respect.”
In her view, Flynn had won through a clever trick, which felt somewhat unfair and shameless.
It seemed like he was using her reputation to boost his own fame.
However, Flynn’s detailed analysis of the illness and his ability to pinpoint the issue within seconds of taking the pulse proved that he wasn’t a complete amateur. He clearly had some medical expertise.
This changed Layla Woods’ perception of Flynn-while he might not be as skilled as her overall, he wasn’t entirely useless. He had some talent.
If the old Flynn was someone she wouldn’t even glance at, and whose name alone disgusted her, the current Flynn was at least worth a second look.
But only a second look, as Flynn was still too ordinary.
His medical skills were lacking, his cultivation was weak, and he fell short in connections, family background, and influence.
Such a man couldn’t possibly interest Layla Woods.
But how did Flynn’s mother come to possess ancient medical books?
Layla Woods knew nothing about Adrianna Noble, as that was a matter of the previous generation.
She hadn’t bothered to investigate, as a pair of wandering mother and son, living as scavengers, weren’t worth her time.
But now, things were different. She felt that Adrianna Noble might not have been an ordinary person.
Layla Woods decided to ask her father about it…
Flynn drove Rose home.
“Being so attentive today, are you trying to mooch some drinks again?” Rose tossed her keys aside and went to fetch water for Flynn, a smile still on her face.
The Sharp Group had been making steady progress, and now, they were finally seeing a glimmer of hope.
“How about this? Let’s go to Chateau Hotel tonight. The food there is delicious. You can call Scarlet later, and I’ll contact the others…”
“Rose, Kevin Sharp passed away.”
Flynn’s soft words hit Rose like a thunderclap.
She stopped pouring the water, her smile vanishing.
She turned slowly, her body trembling slightly, her eyes filled with shock.
“Didn’t you say he was fine?”
Flynn stared into her eyes without speaking. What was coming had finally arrived.
No explanation would suffice now.
Rose wouldn’t be able to accept it.
She couldn’t accept Kevin Sharp’s death, and that she had lost her only family before achieving victory.
Her mother was gone, and now her father was gone too. Who would share in her triumph?
Who would celebrate her revenge?
Whether she blamed heaven for its unfairness or hated the world for its injustice, the anger in her heart only grew. Rose just wanted to vent.
But instead, she sat gently on the sofa, turning her head away.
“What should I do next?”
“Can we get Demon Island Prison to send his ashes back? I’m willing to pay any price for the shipping.”
Her shoulders trembled slightly. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
Demon Island Prison was a place of no return, not belonging to any country. Prisoners who died there were usually thrown into the sea. Someone of Rose’s status didn’t even have the right to set foot on the island.
Bringing Kevin Sharp’s ashes back was Rose’s final act of filial piety, the last thing she could do for him.
She wanted her father to leave this world with dignity, to return to his homeland.
After all, Kevin Sharp had once been the wealthiest man in Niarak, a true titan. He didn’t deserve to be buried at sea, thousands of miles from home.
“I’ll pay any amount, even if it means bankrupting the Sharp Group. I just want his ashes back!” Rose’s vision blurred as she nearly screamed.
Flynn stood not far away, watching her back, and said softly,
“I’ve already sent someone to handle it. You just need to wait for Kevin Sharp’s coffin to return.”
“You’ll see him one last time, I promise. I’m sorry for your loss.”
After saying this, Flynn turned and left.
Rose needed to process this on her own. No one could help her.
She had to bear this burden alone.
…
Matteo Kaur returned home with a heavy heart.
As he approached his house, he saw a silver Bentley parked at the entrance.
A man stood beside it.
The man was of average height, slightly thin, with a face covered in sharp stubble and deep-set eyes that gave off a cold, sinister aura.
His older brother, Max Kaur, stood beside him. Despite being taller, Max was hunched over, appearing smaller than the man.
The man’s face was filled with disdain and arrogance as he listened in silence.
Behind him stood two bodyguards, their eyes sharp like vipers, constantly scanning their surroundings, their expressions unreadable.
But their imposing presence and authority made it clear they were skilled martial artists.
“Ignatius, since you arrived, you’ve barely spoken five words. Can you give me a hint?”
“You’re making me nervous. My father also wants to know what the Kaur family has done wrong to bring you all the way to Niarak.”
Max Kaur wore a flattering smile, acting as obedient as a servant, speaking with utmost politeness and respect, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Ten years ago, when Ignatius Clark came to Niarak to trouble Matteo Kaur, the entire Kaur family fled.
Only after Matteo Kaur had been beaten and Ignatius Clark had returned to Slatin did the Kaur family dare to return home.
This time, Ignatius Clark suddenly appeared at the Kaur family’s doorstep, warning Frank Kaur not to run away. He said he had important matters to discuss with the Kaur family once Matteo Kaur arrived.
With Ignatius Clark’s cold, emotionless demeanor, the entire Kaur family was on edge.
They all wanted to know why, after ten years, this demon from the Clark family had returned to Niarak and what he intended to do.