“No way!” Alex Rockefeller exclaimed before smacking Michelle Yowell’s forehead.
“I’m not running a circus. I don’t want to look after little monkeys running around, ” he
added.
After that, he pinched Michelle’s face and carefully studied the word ‘sl*t’ on her face.
Winnie Pattingson was quite harsh, carving the word nearly three inches deep.
Michelle panicked and her facial expression turned bleak again. So what if she had a
perfect body?
With the word ‘sl*t’ on her face, which man would want to give her a child?
Then, Michelle saw Alex nodding. “The wound is a little deep. It’ll take some time for it
to recover. For now, you’ll have to wear a mask when you meet other people. I’ll make
another list of herbs. You should focus on gathering these herbs. Once you’re done, I’ll
make a kind of medicinal clay that can help your wound recover completely so that your
face will look like it did before,” Alex said.
“Really?” Michelle asked.
Michelle was pleasantly surprised.
The changes in her mood was like a roller-coaster ride. One moment, she felt like she
was in hell, but in the next, she felt like she was in heaven.
Alex nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s great. I can be your girlfriend again.”
“No. I’m not interested in kids,” Alex said.
“Hmph!” Michelle placed her hands on her hips and bumped against Alex. “How am I a
kid? These are much bigger than your wife’s.”
Alex was flustered and left the Yowell family’s place.
***
In the Pattingson family’s place in Alaska. The head of the Pattingson family, Nathan
Pattingson, had already reached Earth rank in his martial arts cultivation.
This was also the fundamental reason why the Pattingson family held an important
place in Alaska’s ancient martial arts community. An Earth expert was already a very
rare existence. With a single punch, Nathan could break through gold and iron. He
could even break a steel plate with a single kick. To the layman, he was like a
superhuman.
However, there was a gap in this legacy among the Pattingson family’s descendants.
Among Nathan’s sons, Gerald Pattingson had the highest rank in martial arts. Gerald
was at Peak-Mystic rank, and was close to breaking through to the next rank.
But the person Nathan had been most optimistic about was Scott Pattingson. He had
great hopes for Scott because he was a rare martial art genius. Scott had a bright future
ahead of him, and he was very likely to surpass Earth rank to become a Telekinetic
Grandmaster. Nathan didn’t expect such a genius to die so suddenly. One could only
imagine how much hatred Nathan felt in his heart.
At twelve midnight, the large antique clock in the house started ringing, but Nathan was
not asleep yet. He couldn’t fall asleep!
Nathan was waiting for his son, Gerald, to call him and tell him that Scott’s murderer
had been killed.
The phone finally rang.
It wasn’t Gerald’s number. Instead, it belonged to one of the grandchildren Nathan didn’t
usually pay much attention to.
“Grandpa, something terrible has happened! ” The grandchild shouted in a panicked
tone.
“What’s the big deal? You sound panicked. You’re a grown man. How can you panic
when things go wrong? How will you ever be successful in life?” Nathan said calmly.
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