chapter 33 never leave

Emmiline and Phillisa left the restaurant, and Urith sat back down, slowly eating, regaining his quiet, gentle, and charming image of a wealthy bachelor. A man in a black suit silently approached Urith and stood still. "Speed up the process. Since Emmiline is not afraid of bankruptcy, let her go bankrupt. I want to see just how tough she really is," Urith said with a smile. "Yes, boss," the man in the black suit responded and quietly walked away. "Emmiline, heh, I'll wait for you to come beg me," Urith's eyes narrowed. Many men like to make girls happy and then do as they please. But Urith was different. He always liked to use the most powerful means to make women willingly come to him and offer everything. Emmiline, back in the car, still had a pale, iron face. Phillisa started the car without a word and left the place. "Phillisa, inform everyone, we'll have a meeting later," Emmiline said through gritted teeth. "Though we've lost a highly effective mask product, it's not enough to defeat us. As long as we hold on for a while, we will find a solution. There are so many peers nationwide, Urith can't be the only monopoly out there. We will find a way out." Never surrender, no matter what. This was Emmiline's inner voice. Just thinking of Urith made Emmiline feel extremely disgusted. He even dared to say she would willingly climb into his bed. Urith, dream on. "Boss Emmiline, business setbacks are actually not that big of a deal. We could go to the capital or Canton City to look for good products to introduce. Even going abroad is just a matter of more time. As long as we can hold on here, even if we lose some customers, we can pull them back. But if Urith resorts to unconventional methods, that will be troublesome," Phillisa said seriously. "Seeing Urith's unscrupulous behaviour, we can't just consider his actions as straightforward." Emmiline was silent. In fact, she felt extremely helpless now, even more so than when she first came to Tokai with her child, starting from scratch. Urith had indeed put a lot of pressure on Emmiline, making her feel suffocated. "From having nothing to owning what I have now, nobody knows what difficulties I've been through and how much I've suffered. I've survived before, and I will survive this time too," Emmiline said firmly. "Boss Emmiline, no matter what, I'll be with you," Phillisa said softly. "Phillisa, I've wronged you. I know you're capable of being on your own. I've held you back," Emmiline said with a tone full of apology. "Boss Emmiline, please don't say that. If it weren't for you giving me a chance during my university days, I wouldn't be where I am today," Phillisa firmly said. "I'll follow you for life, even if you drive me away, I won't leave." "I wouldn't bear to drive you away," Emmiline laughed, feeling much better knowing she had such loyal company, regardless of the situation. In the southwest corner of Tokai University, there's a lake. It's not very big, but the water is very clear. The lake is surrounded by towering trees with extended branches and lush leaves, making the area shaded and breezy. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle and the water ripples, creating a natural beauty. On one side of the lake, there are a dozen independent villas forming a villa community. This is a residence provided by Tokai University for former leaders and professors who have made outstanding contributions. Omarr's home is here. Usually, only Omarr and Teresa live there, so the house seems quite quiet. But now, it's lively. Omarr has three sons and two daughters. After an urgent call last night, all five children, no matter where they were or what they were doing, rushed over. The family was joyfully reunited, bringing great joy to Teresa. The only pity was that, except for Ophir, who brought his wife and children, the other children came alone. Ophir's family was able to come because they lived in Tokai. If it wasn't for Omarr's urgent request, even Ophir's wife and children might not have been able to make it. "Dad, who exactly is coming over for a visit that you urgently summoned us all back?" The eldest son, Owan, was quite puzzled. Who could be so important that his father would prepare so elaborately? Even if a leader was coming, it wouldn't be like this, after all, this is a family banquet. If it really was a leader, the preparation would be different. "It's the head of the Immortal Doctors sect," Omarr said with a smile. Joining the sect was akin to acknowledging one's ancestors for Omarr, and thus it carried significant weight. "Dad, you've made contact with the head of the Immortal Doctors sect?" His elder daughter, Vincie, instantly became solemn. Among the five children, Owan and Vincie had fully inherited Omarr's mantle. Under Omarr's influence, they naturally cared a lot about the sect. And the connections Omarr had with some fellow sect members over the years also allowed the two to genuinely experience the convenience of mutual care among fellow sect members. However, the sect had always been a mystery, which actually didn't make the cohesion among everyone very strong. Now that they could contact the head of the sect, this was the head of a sect, after all, the potential significance was just too great. "Yes," Omarr nodded seriously and said, "Owan, Vincie, you must not show any disrespect." Owan and Vincie both solemnly nodded. "And you three, Ophir, Yoshiro, Pascale, even though you are not members of the sect, he is also your elder, and you must not be disrespectful, understand?" Omarr cautioned. Canyn was too young. If these children offended him even slightly, it could cause a big disaster. "Dad, don't worry. You've been talking about sect members all your life, how dare we be disrespectful? Besides, we haven't been rude in front of guests since we were little, right? Dad, are you perhaps too nervous?" the third son, Yoshiro, said with a smile. "Yeah, Grandpa, I think this is the first time I've seen you so nervous," Wilkin said with a laugh. Wilkin was Ophir's son. Ophir also had a daughter, who was the girl sitting quietly on the side, Uneeda. "What nervousness? I am excited," Omarr's face showed a bit of embarrassment. "Grandpa, your face is a bit red. When you blush, it means you are lying," Uneeda said with a blink and a smile. "Alright, alright, stop teasing. Vincie, Pascale, go help in the kitchen. You're all grown up and still lack awareness. Look at your sister-in-law, who went to help as soon as she entered. And what about you? Are you all too pampered to move?" Omarr scolded with a stern face. "We're going now," Vincie and Pascale said with a smile as they got up. "Dad, what is our sect called?" Owan asked eagerly. It was certain that it wasn't any of the famous, known sects. If it were, they would have acknowledged their ancestors long ago. "Immortal Doctors sect," Omarr said solemnly. "Immortal Doctors sect?" Owan was puzzled, and so were Ophir and Yoshiro, who were even more clueless. "Yes, Immortal Doctors sect," Omarr said. "But I don't know the specifics yet." "Is it very powerful?" Owan tentatively asked. "Powerful or not, it's our sect," Omarr said gravely. "Dad, I understand that. But," Owan said with a wry smile, "the Secret Service's Red Team is not like before. Even with my Qi cultivation level, occupying a high position, many people are already dissatisfied. If it weren't for my seniority and your old comrades' support, I would have been sent who knows where by now. Moreover, there's talk of reform in the training department, and rumours say that my younger sister can't keep up with the times. Dad, as more disciples from various sects enter the Secret Service and the number of heavenly-level masters increases, our days are becoming really difficult." Omarr fell silent for a while before saying, "The sect leader said he could guide us in the mysterious martial arts. It seems from his words that there should be subsequent cultivation techniques available." "Really?" Owan's eyes lit up. The cause of all this confusion was strength. And the reason for insufficient strength was the issue with the cultivation technique. The mysterious martial arts only had six levels, and even at its peak, it only reached the pinnacle of the Qi cultivation level. But if there was a continuation, and one could break through to the heavenly level, then all these worries would cease to exist. As long as Owan's strength could reach the heavenly level, not to mention resolving the issue of his unstable position, he could even advance further in a short time. After all, his qualifications and abilities beyond strength had already been widely recognized. "Of course it's true," Omarr said with a smile. "The sect leader recognized at a glance that I practice the mysterious martial arts and personally said he would guide me. How could there be any mistake?" "This, this is great!" Owan stood up excitedly, his face flushed. Speaking of which, Owan was already over sixty and usually very composed. But now, he just couldn't calm down. Ophir and Yoshiro were also excited. They too practiced the family's ancient martial arts, but neither had high talent nor much interest, so their achievements weren't high and hadn't reached the Qi cultivation level. But their children had the potential to practice the mysterious martial arts and were very talented. Originally, they thought the highest achievement would be like Owan's, but now with such a turn of events, it meant their children's future would be even brighter, which was significantly different. "Wilkin, Xaia," Ophir looked at Wilkin and Uneeda. The siblings both had great talent, but due to the incomplete technique, there had always been worries. Now, everything would be changing. "Brother, it seems you can't be lazy anymore. You don't even have an excuse now," Uneeda said with a grin. "I'm actually very diligent, okay?" Wilkin touched his nose. "Does anyone believe that? I'm already at the Qi cultivation level. You seem to still be at the homosapien level, right?" Uneeda teased. "Are you still my sister?" Wilkin was frustrated.