Chapter 586: 586 Sorrow of Parting_1
Chapter 586: 586 Sorrow of Parting_1
Chapter 586: Chapter 586 Sorrow of Parting_1
Issac Grey’s expression turned solemn as he nodded and said, “When I was drinking with Julian Stuart, he let something slip.
The Stuart Family’s witchcraft can only be practiced by those who are in harmony with the ancestral bloodline. Other people, no matter how talented they are in martial arts, can’t do it.
In this generation of the Stuart Family, the only one who is most in sync with the ancestral bloodline is Carmen Stuart, and furthermore…”
“And what?”
“From what I know, this witchcraft requires a part of your body to cast, such as hair, nails, skin, and so on.
And… rumor has it that you’re very close to Carmen Stuart. It should be quite easy for her to obtain these things, shouldn’t it?”
Hearing his words, Greg Jensen immediately understood and couldn’t help but look uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Issac Grey cautiously continued, “Master Barry, about the previous incident…”
“The past incident is erased.”
Greg Jensen fixed his gaze on him, “Speak, what do you want to say?”
Issac Grey pointed to a two-story building not far away and said, “That small building belongs to my Grey family. Drake Stuart mentioned he wanted to use it temporarily.”
Greg Jensen felt a stirring in his heart and without hesitation, turned and walked towards the two-story building.
“Boss…”
“You don’t need to follow, ensure the scene is handled properly.”
Greg Jensen stopped in front of the small building’s door. After a moment, he pushed the door open and went inside.
Inside the living room, he saw Julian Stuart and Victor Stuart lying on the sofa, which took Greg Jensen aback.
Greg hesitated for a moment, then extended his Divine Sense to
“No!”
Aaron Gill nodded and said softly, “From today onwards, everything in this world will have nothing to do with you.
Louisa Burley, you can only be my wife, my partner in Cultivation. Do you understand?”
Louisa Burley abruptly turned her head away, tears flying into the air, immediately drying up in the fierce wind.
Looking in the direction from which they had come, her heart felt desolate.
That was her past, and her youth.
Now, they were all unrelated to her.
Fortunately, the man she deeply loved was outstanding enough that other women would accompany him in the future.
“Greg, I’m sorry, just forget about me.”
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