The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 893

After an hour's flight, Felix landed at Hermestown Airport, where someone was already waiting to pick

him up.

"Mr. Zeller, does this car work for you?"

The arrangements had been made by George. It was a piece of cake for someone like him.

Looking at the sleek black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, Felix gave a nod of approval. "It'll do."

"There's one million dollars in cash in the trunk. Take care, Mr. Zeller."

Driving the Cullinan for another hour, Felix found himself mesmerized by the scenery along the way. Rolling mountains and lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see. Clearly, the environment was a top priority for Naomi, judging by where she lived. Finally, the car arrived at the destination she had sent him: Juno Village.

From a distance, Felix spotted a familiar figure. It was Naomi Lovelace.

Although her head was wrapped in a scarf and she was dressed like a farmer, it did nothing to mask her beauty, especially when she smiled. She was as captivating as ever, and Felix felt a wave of nostalgia.

Zeller, you're here," she

stepped out of the car, Naomi came forward,

naturally played along. "Hmm, these must be the representatives of Juno

"Yes, that's right."

trunk, he pulled out two boxes and lifted the lids. The

million dollars. Please distribute it among

the village chief, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zeller, the amount our entire village can accept is 930,000

the remaining money as you see fit-help families in need or support kids attending college. Either way, I won't be taking it back." Hearing that, the villagers were filled with

her home. Compared to the village, it was more

Naomi, since when did you

looked a little

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worry, though. Give me another year or two, and I promise I'll cultivate

batch was a mess. No one wanted to buy it, so I had no choice but to

probably the only one who ever lacked money. Felix couldn't help but smile wryly at

interested in conflict. Whether or not she even practiced martial arts, or what Gerald had taught her, remained a mystery

Paying would