Chapter 787

Chapter 787:

Leonardo’s offer was like a golden apple dangling just out of reach, impossible for Ashton to ignore.

Even for a prominent family like the Baldwins of Tacll, a fortune exceeding ten billion wasn’t something to scoff at. What made the deal even more enticing was Leonardo’s ownership of the nation’s leading pharmaceutical factory. It might house rare and valuable medicinal herbs. Having access to such a resource would make finding unique remedies in the future far easier.

The prospect of acquiring Leonardo’s assets was undeniably alluring, and Ashton couldn’t help but consider it.

Hamlin, noticing the flicker of interest in Ashton’s expression, decided to seize the moment. His voice wavered with desperation as he pleaded, “Mr. Baldwin, if you can help me, I’ll transfer every penny I own to you, no hesitation!”

He paused, trying to gauge Ashton’s reaction, before adding, “I’ve had enough of living in luxury. None of it matters if I’m dead. And… my company has signed with some of the most sought-after female celebrities. If you want, I can arrange for any of them to serve you personally.”

Ashton’s expression darkened slightly, and he shook his head with finality. “I’ll pass on that, but with the two of you offering assets worth over twenty billion… how could I possibly say no?”

Leonardo’s eyes lit up with hope. “So… you’ll help us, Mr. Baldwin?” he asked eagerly.

Ashton leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing. “I can’t make you any promises, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

The moment the words left his mouth, both Leonardo and Hamlin scrambled to release their grip on Ashton’s legs. They bowed deeply, their gratitude spilling over in incoherent thanks.

“You can save your gratitude for later. If I fail, it’ll all be wasted anyway,” Ashton said with a wave of his hand, his voice tinged with dry humor.

𝓵𝖆𝖙𝖾𝓈𝖙 сɧ𝖺ρ𝗍𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝔾α𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Turning away from them, Ashton reached for the table and picked up the brush and notebook. He steadied his breathing and began channeling the mysterious forces coursing through his body, directing them toward the two items.

Ashton had barely begun when he felt the familiar tug. In an instant, his surroundings melted away, pulling him back into the realm of consciousness.

The otherworldly space was just as he remembered, bathed in a haunting bronze glow, with the three men frozen before him like statues.

Then, a chorus of voices rang in his mind, brimming with astonishment.

“You’re back? How is this possible?” Quills’ voice was tinged with disbelief, almost as if it had witnessed the impossible.

Snake Fang chimed in, its tone equally shocked. “The last time, we had to force our way into your consciousness. But now, you’ve returned on your own? How did you manage that? It’s unbelievable!”

Ashton raised an eyebrow, their surprise striking him as strange. “What’s so hard to understand?” he asked flatly. “Your forces are still sealed inside me. I just channeled them into the Glorious Heritage, and here I am. Wasn’t that supposed to happen?”

“You can control the forces?” Quills’ voice cut through his thoughts, carrying a mix of surprise and delight.

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