Cherished By Seven Sisters novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 An Illusion

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“Yes. You’re right. It was my fault. I’ve wronged you. After this martial arts tournament treat you to drinks. No one is allowed to leave until we’re thoroughly drunk.”

“That’s more like it.”

over, I’ll

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, a cold, mocking laughter suddenly echoed from the side. “Well, it seems like you’re having a farewell drinking party, aren’t you? But that’s not quite right. I believe this round of drinks should be on me. After all, once the Ginger family leaves, the Cooper family, left behind here, might not be able to withstand the Houghton family’s oppression. Am I right, Emmett?”

The one who spoke was Ryker.

No one knew when he had made his way over there, his face full of a cold, mocking smile.

Emmett frowned, expressing his displeasure by saying, “You’re nothing but a bastard, and you’re unworthy of being my son-in-law. I must have been blind. I should never have let Thia marry you!”

“Ha! Emmett, don’t be angry,” Ryker said with a cold smirk. I’m just afraid I might not have the chance to be your son-in-law in the future. So, I’m taking this opportunity to talk to you as your son-in-law a few more times.”

Stefan couldn’t bear to listen any longer and interjected, “You truly have no chance in the future.

Cynthia, her eyes swollen and red, said, “Ryker, get out of my sight. Even if you were to grovel and try to ingratiate yourself with the Ginger family in the future, we will never forgive you!”

Upon hearing their words, Ryker was taken aback, his face showing a hint of suspicion. From their tone, it seems as if the Ginger family is going to win this time around. That can’t be it, right?

Ryker quickly regained his composure, scoffing as he said, “You all are quite optimistic, aren’t you? Don’t blame me for not warning you, but the Houghton family is no simple matter this time. They have two grandmasters in one family. You should know what that implies.”

Having two grandmasters in a family was a terrifying matter, and everyone shuddered when they heard it.

The Houghtour family had two Manifestor grandmasters. One was the family’s venerable ancestor, Robert, who had once been defeated by Alastair. Naturally, he was not the one participating in this martial arts tournament.

Another was the rising star of the Houghton family, Travis.

The Eight-finger Grandmaster, Travis, was ranked thirty-eighth on the Chanaca Grandmaster

List.

His gaze was piercing, exuding a wild intensity.

The Manifestor grandmaster, not even forty years old, indeed had the right to be audacious.

In stark contrast, Alastair was nearly a hundred years old, his b*dy frail and thin. In terms of presence, he was significantly overshadowed by Travis.

However, what puzzled everyone was that Alastair’s face did not display defeat. Instead, it was filled with a fighting spirit that contradicted his age, as if he was extremely confident about this martial arts tournament.

At that moment, everyone’s thoughts mirrored Ryker’s. Is it an illusion? What’s the reason behind Alastair’s inexplicably confident expression? Regardless of whether it’s an illusion, the outcome will soon become clear.

With Soren’s command, the battle that had been simmering for decades between the two prominent families of Juxshire officially began.

After that, the battle was underway.

A hint of a defiant and confident smile played at the corners of Travis’ mouth. The moment Soren gave his command, Travis charged towards Alastair like a tiger descending a mountain, his fierce aura surging forth.

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