Boom!
Back in the Colemansâ manor in Missouri, an expensive antique coffee table was smashed into pieces
with a bare hand. It turned into detritus.
The man who smashed it was the grand elder of the Coleman family, Grandmaster Terrance Coleman.
He had just got news of Zayn Stoermer advancing into a Grandmaster.
Enraged, the old man shouted, âThat old trash Zayn Stoermer could actually become a Grandmaster. It
doesnât make any sense, hadnât his martial foundation ruined ages ago? How did he even do it?â
This day had been really hard for him.
As a dignified Grandmaster, he wanted to stand up for Tristan. As a result, he froze and dared not
make a move. He was scared off, embarrassing himself.
After this trip, Tristan ended up as a lunatic who ate mud, Jerome had his energy core shattered by
lightning strike, even seven or eight elite fighters of the Colemans were gravely injured and their
wounds were hard to be healed.
He went for wool and came back shorn, he even suffered multiple losses!
How could he not be angry?
Abel said, âGrand Elder, could it be because of that female Guru? She helped to cure Zayn Stoermer
and even helped him to transcend to the realm of Grandmasters?â
The grand elder huffed. âThatâs not possible, how could one heal a ruined martial foundation? Unless
the miracle doctor had revived, a Cultivation Guru would definitely not be able to do that even if she
could summon lightning!â
The patriarch of the Coleman family, Wesley Coleman, spoke up, âThird Uncle, why have I never heard
of such a powerful Cultivation Guru within America? The most prosperous cultivation sects in America
are none other than the Sky Mortals, the Enlightenments and the Mystics. When did such a powerful
woman pop up? Could she be⦠A fake?â
âBullsh*t!â Terrance glared at him. âI felt her power firsthand at the time. And just look at Jerome, heâs
still bedridden! Do you think I, a Grandmaster, would be tricked by mere illusions and retreated without
putting on a fight?â
Wesley immediately said, âThird Uncle, thatâs not what I mean.â
Terrance huffed again.
However, his heart actually shook for a bit because Maikoâs attacks really did seem like a bluff. No
other damage had been done other than gravely wounding a few disciples of the Colemans.
However, he would never admit that he escaped out of fear.
Instead, he decided to find an actual Cultivation Guru to ask about the roots of that female Guru. If she
really were to be a fake, hmph, he must break the little bruteâs neck.
Terrance said, âDonât act recklessly for now, Iâll dig up some information on that woman first. The top
priority now is to cure Tristanâs weird disease, heâs the future of the Colemans.â
As soon as his voice fell, they heard Tristanâs vomiting noise coming from the outside.
Sigh, he ate another half pound of mud.
***
The after at of Dayaâs engagement was still fermenting on the internet. All sorts of news hustled and
hustled on the internet, talking all kinds of rumors.
However, these were only information in the form of texts without any attached photo on the internet.
Moreover, various immoral media even tried to cook up all sorts of rumours. Anyway, Dayaâs wedding
of the century had become a complete farce.
As a message to the public, it could be concluded that Daya did not get married due to marriage
upheaval. And, this was just in line with the demands of the majority of her fans as well. Daya could get
married, but her marriage partner must be accepted by the majority of her fans. Tristan Coleman
whosoever, they had never heard of himâ¦
What, he was the young heir of the Colemans in Missouri⦠Could such a rich heir be a good person?
He was unsuitable, he definitely did not suit her.
***
It was already four in the afternoon when Alex came out of Dayaâs room.
They had been busy doing the deed for more than two hours. There was a train of water from the tub to
her room.
After leaving Dayaâs room, Alex didnât bid his goodbyes to the rest of the Stoermers. Instead, he simply
went out of the Stoermersâ manor in Michigan and drove to the manufacturing base of Lush Cosmetics.
His phone started ringing on the way.
Looking at his screen, it was a call from Beatrice, his ex-sister-in-law. He then took a closer look, it was
already the third call from Beatrice.
Only then did he remember that someone had indeed called him in the critical moment earlier, but he
ignored itâ¦
âHello, whatâs up?â Alex casually answered the call. He did not fancy Beatrice even the slightest, he
just dealt with her for Dorothyâs sake.
âUhm⦠Where are you?â Beatrice said with a faint voice.
âIf you have something to say, spill it. If thereâs nothing else, Iâm going to hang up,â Alex said
impatiently as he frowned. He deigned to pay attention to this stupid, lazy and arrogant woman.
Beatriceâs heart sank, she wanted to cry.