Chapter 771
Chapter 771:
Yet, as Janice remembered Esther’s display of hauteur at White Goose Mountain, her rash actions seemed almost predictable.
At Andromache Hospital, many were waiting in the VIP ward area. They were the elders of the Welch family, who had built the Welch empire alongside Orson.
“Gentlemen, your presence here fills me with profound gratitude,” Mateo’s voice carried just the right note of deference as he approached the assembled elders. “I was fortunate to invite Master MO to perform surgery on Father, and finally pull him back from the jaws of death. I trust that once Father weathers this storm, serenity and prosperity await him.”
“Mateo, you’ve shown great dedication to Orson.”
“A son any father would be proud of. Tirelessly devoted to Orson’s recovery. Word has it that Master MO’s services commanded quite the premium.”
“Upon Orson’s awakening, we shall certainly counsel him to expedite the succession in your favor.”
A wave of satisfaction washed over Mateo as the elders showered him with praise and support. This was precisely the outcome he had yearned for.
Armed with the elders’ backing, he felt confident that Orson would eventually relinquish his power, willingly or not.
“I’m merely fulfilling my duty as a son. Even if it means risking everything, it’s worth it for Father’s health.”
His noble declaration drew another round of admiring murmurs from the elders.
At that moment, new visitors entered, catching everyone’s attention. All eyes turned towards them.
Janice and Aiden strode in with measured grace, Vernon trailing in their wake.
The duo cut striking figures—one adorned in a golden mask that radiated nobility, the other mysterious behind a mask and sunglasses, emanating an aura of authority that seemed to bend the very air around them.
Their presence dominated the gathering as though they were the true powers here.
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝗱𝘁𝗵𝓮 𝗰𝗵𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 @ gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩼.c𝗈𝗺
“Is that Master MO?” a voice whispered reverently.
“Quick. Go greet Master MO.”
The elders swarmed around Janice and Aiden, their faces painted with transparent flattery.
At their age, the looming specters of illness and death made them desperate to secure any possible salvation. A connection to MO could mean the difference between life and death when crisis struck. While others might have preened under such attention, Janice remained unmoved, her demeanor cool as winter frost.
“Master MO, welcome,” Mateo gushed, his excitement bleeding through his attempted composure.
Noting his eagerness, Janice allowed herself an internal smirk before stating, “I will examine Orson’s condition. However, before that…” Mateo’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he produced a black card with flourish.
“Master MO, this black card represents the Welch family. It grants you unlimited influence and freedom throughout Cloverhill. All lesser families must bow to your commands upon seeing it.”
Gasps rippled through the assembled elders at the sight of the legendary card.
Though MO had indeed saved Orson, gifting the black card seemed extraordinarily generous, equivalent to placing the entire Welch family’s might at MO’s disposal.
Since its creation, no outsider had ever been deemed worthy of such an honor.
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