Madeline Kaur turned to look at Flynn, only to see his eyes filled with hatred.
She smiled.
Jealousy really did distort one’s appearance!
Flynn must be jealous that Paxton Clark had given his love to Vicente Clark while he himself was driven out at five years old, homeless and desperate.
It was understandable.
But who could he blame? His mother hadn’t secured her position.
According to Madeline Kaur, Flynn’s mother was very beautiful in college, with a cold and aloof personality.
Men really liked her.
But what use was that? Beauty alone couldn’t capture the heart of a wealthy heir.
In other words, a woman of humble origins couldn’t adapt to life in a wealthy family even after marrying into one.
Flynn’s mother was an example of this.
Madeline Kaur felt she handled this aspect well, having self-awareness.
Even though she had developed feelings for a handsome man like Vicente Clark, she would never show it, only suppress it.
Even if Vicente Clark liked her, she wouldn’t dare approach him.
Because Madeline Kaur knew that in front of Vicente Clark, she was like an ant, not even comparable to his servants.
Not even worthy of washing his feet!
Of course, this was just a metaphor. The partner for such an extraordinary talent could only be someone like Layla Woods.
Madeline Kaur wouldn’t dare dream of it.
“Matteo Kaur, it’s been over twenty years since we last met.” Paxton Clark approached, smiling as he extended his hand.
Matteo Kaur’s expression faltered momentarily, but he still shook hands with him. “Yes, we haven’t seen each other since attending Flynn’s birth celebration.”
With these words, everyone fell silent.
Not only were the members of the Kaur family visibly shocked, but even the dignitaries who had come with Paxton Clark changed their expressions.
Who was Flynn?
Wasn’t he the Clark family’s discarded son?
Wasn’t Matteo Kaur trying to mock Paxton Clark for abandoning his wife and son?
Vicente Clark’s gaze fell directly on Matteo Kaur, a flash of coldness passing through his eyes.
Paulina Johnston was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out, and she quickly poked Matteo Kaur.
But her husband still didn’t adopt a friendly attitude.
Adrianna Noble was such a good woman, yet Paxton Clark had abandoned her! Paxton Clark had no conscience!
Just thinking about it, Matteo Kaur couldn’t control his anger.
“Haha! Yes, it’s been more than twenty years since then. Time passes so quickly!”
Paxton Clark pretended not to understand, patting Matteo Kaur’s shoulder, feigning friendliness. “But don’t worry. We’ll definitely see each other often from now on.”
“Matteo Kaur, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Matteo Kaur suppressed his anger and stepped aside, saying coolly, “Mr. Clark, esteemed family heads, please follow me inside.”
Paxton Clark’s lips curled into a smile as he prepared to enter, but then he spotted Layla Woods standing behind the Kaur family members and asked with surprise,
“Layla Woods? Why are you here too?”
Vicente Clark looked over, his eyes flashing with brightness as he smiled slightly.
He liked Layla Woods very much.
Part of the reason for his visit to Niarak was her.
“Hello, Mr. Clark.”
“Hello, Vicente.”
Layla Woods greeted them with a smile.
Vicente Clark was delighted, walking over in a few steps and looking at Layla Woods with gentle eyes.
“Layla Woods, long time no see. Did you know I was coming to the Kaur family today and came to see me?”
Layla Woods was stunned, shaking her head with an embarrassed smile. “I had business with Flynn and didn’t know you were coming to Niarak today.”
“Flynn?” As soon as he heard this name, Vicente Clark’s expression darkened.
Paxton Clark and the others quickly scanned the Kaur family, their gazes finally landing on Flynn.
He had the same eyes as Adrianna Noble’s!
And his face shape and nose too!
This was why, despite not seeing him for over twenty years, Paxton Clark and his group recognized Flynn immediately.
He looked too much like Adrianna Noble, even in his mannerisms.
If not for the weathering of Demon Island Prison and his day-and-night martial arts training, Flynn would definitely be an extremely handsome man.
In fact, Flynn still looked quite handsome when dressed up, as Layla Woods and Madeline Kaur had seen.
A dashing figure in a suit.
But Flynn preferred casualness and rarely wore formal attire.
Vicente Clark looked over, his gaze meeting Flynn’s.
Everyone noticed the oddity.
One was an illegitimate son, and the other was a legitimate heir.
One shone like the sun, filled with superiority, while the other was as humble as dust.
Faced with Vicente Clark’s imposing aura, Flynn paled in comparison.
But if Flynn were to fully release his aura, everything around him would cease to exist.
Even his Uncle Matteo would turn to bloody mist.
Flynn gave Vicente Clark a cold look, then shifted his gaze back to Paxton Clark.
He knew about Vicente Clark.
The pride of the Clark family.
A rising star in the martial arts world, one of the top three prodigies in the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
He was evaluated as a genius seen once in five hundred years, one of the hopes of Ostrad’s martial arts world.
Some even believed Vicente Clark would break into the top ten of the Dragon Ranking within five years.
Flynn hadn’t deliberately sought out this information. It was so widely praised that he was sick of hearing it!
Yes! Even in Niarak, Vicente Clark’s name was frequently mentioned.
But in Flynn’s eyes, wasn’t he just Apothecary trash who relied on his mother’s Tempering Elixir?
Slightly better than garbage!
Even his servant, the Raven King, was a hundred times stronger than Vicente Clark.
The Raven King was a Blademaster who was half-step to an Earthly Sovereign.
When the Raven King returned from Emperorsgate, Flynn would help him advance to the level of Earthly Sovereign.
Flynn’s act of shifting his gaze appeared differently in Vicente Clark’s eyes.
He thought Flynn, abandoned by the Clark family, didn’t dare to look him in the eye!
Well, trash indeed couldn’t withstand his gaze.
That was right! In Vicente Clark’s eyes, even though Flynn was a Grandmaster, he was still just trash.
Vicente Clark looked Flynn up and down.
He wanted to assess Flynn’s innate talent and vitality.
Greater Sovereigns had the ability to perceive energy, a skill called “Energy Detection” in the martial arts world.
By judging the strength of the energy in one’s body, one could determine their power.
After just a few seconds, Vicente Clark smiled, showing a hint of pity in his eyes.
Flynn’s blood flow was as slow as a crawling turtle. Forget about being vigorous, it wasn’t even normal.
A sign of weakness!
Beside him, Layla Woods was different, her energy flowing like a river, clearly having reached the level of Great Grandmaster.
Vicente Clark was even more impressive, with energy as vast as ocean waves and Inner Strength as steady as mountains.
This guy must have suffered greatly in Demon Island Prison!
His body had actually weakened to such a degree.
Hmm? Something wasn’t right!
Didn’t Uncle Mike say Flynn had a medical book?
The book left by his pathetic mother.
Flynn made a name for himself through that book, helping the Blade Special Forces improve their power and producing two Great Grandmasters.
How was Flynn still just a Grandmaster?
Oh, fine! He was trash!
Even with the medical book’s help, Flynn was still only a Grandmaster-wasn’t that absolute trash?
Even with the blessing of the Clark family’s noble blood, he was still trash because his mother was too lowly and humble!
Adrianna Noble’s inferiority had contaminated the noble blood of the Clark family! Flynn’s existence was an insult to the Clark family!