Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 919

Chapter 919

The elderly man who had spoken earlier added in a low voice, “Queenie outclasses every man out there. If Mr. Clarkson Senior would entrust her with something like this, how could she possibly be ordinary? I’ve heard she’s the most gifted talent the Legion has ever produced.

“If she hadn’t left the organization back then, it might never have fallen this far.”

“Then, where is she?”

“No one knows.”

The elderly man looked at Lawrence, whose life was clearly nearing its end, and sighed.

“There is also a rumor that Queenie’s father, Zachary, died because of Lawrence. Because of that, she harbors deep hatred toward him and the Legion itself. She even once swore that one day she would destroy the organization.”

“What?”

The crowd froze, and confusion spread as they tried to make sense of it. No one understood why Lawrence would choose Queenie as acting head for three years, especially when she might not even be willing to take the position.

“Grandpa, please stop talking,” Kayla cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “You’ll get better and live a long life.

“Kayla…”

Lawrence gently patted her on the head and smiled.

“Everyone will die eventually. I’ve lived a full life. And in the end, I managed to secure a future for the Legion. So, I’ve got no regrets,” he said. “Ash, I will have to trouble you to take care of her for me.”

Ashton’s expression turned grim, and he could tell the pill Lawrence had swallowed wasn’t working at all. They couldn’t restore his fading life force, and nothing he did could stop it from slipping away. If this continued, Lawrence would die right in front of him, and there would be no way to bring him back.

A rasping, inhuman chuckle rose from the depths of his mind.

“Do you want the power to bring someone back to life?”

Suddenly, a voice rose from the depths of Ashton’s soul and echoed through his Sea of Consciousness. At the same time, the dragon’s eyes watching him flared with a cold, predatory light.

“Who exactly are you?”

Ashton tried to respond through his spiritual voice. By now, he had already realized that when he broke through into the divine realm, the seal deep within his soul had shattered and released something terrifying.

“I am you, and you are me.”

The voice that answered him was deep, hoarse, and ancient, resonating through the Sea of Consciousness.

“Can you save Mr. Clarkson Senior?”

Ashton had no interest in questioning the entity any further. He sent the thought directly.

A strange laugh echoed through his mind.

“Since you ask with such urgency, I will offer you a sinall gift. Inject your own blood essence into the old man’s body. Use Lord Ashdrake’s blood as the catalyst, and you might barely preserve the last trace of his life.‘

Ashton’s eyes tightened instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, he focused his mind and condensed several drops of blood

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essence at his fingertips before guiding them through the Ninefold Arcane Technique and into Lawrence’s body.

Lawrence’s body trembled slightly. His eyes slowly closed, yet a proud smile remained on his face as he looked at Ashton.

“I’m proud of you,” he said.

After saying that, he seemed to exhaust the last fragment of life remaining within him. His fingers loosened, and the Sovereign Silver Spear slipped from his grasp and struck the ground. The weapon instantly lost all of its luster and turned dull.

“Grandpa!”

“Mr. Clarkson Senior!”

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