One Hundred Years Later: The New Era Belongs To Me

t sigh carrying the weight o

d these descendants o

laring at her now, whose face bore the marks of time and auth

imagined such a

seven-year-old boy had become a centenarian lying on his deathbed... a m

pen hostility, Alice's express

quarely against her forehead. In that instant, she struck. Her hand shot out like a s

pupils dilat

ng seasoned fighters, his strength and reflexes were excepti

othing more than a pretty face. Yet in

d already pivoted smoothly, executing a flawless shoulder

, so clean, that no one e

, yet she had cast him aside as effortl

mly toward Michael. "I can't explain everything right now," she said evenly. "But I am D

sh, bitter laugh, fur

st of the family e

out of y

my father. All of them admitted there's nothing

t ability could you possibly

ly, forcing hersel

n would react the same way. But if they delayed any lon

on the edge, a shrill, piercing ala

napped towar

m, his voice shaking as he shouted, "His heart rate

it be-this woman truly had so

full responsibility. If you delay any longer

She truly did not wish to f

fists, his nails bi

who vanished in her twenties, leaving behind a shattered family and stolen fortune. Damien had grown u

everything that was taken and building the Wright Group from n

s lived by a single

e words, Michael

a one-in-ten-thousand c

... or simply allowing his

d, voice hoarse. "Go," he

ice wasted no time. She turned and

and Josie exchange

voice dazed. "Who is she? Could

a hundred and twenty by now. How could she look like this?" He scoffed coldly. "Besides, Father always said Grandma was a wo

lowly. His log

rushing upstairs, the

om a distance, through the half-open doorway, she saw the

and skeletal, his hair snow-white, his body riddled with tub

ace. "Dami... my son..." she

d only been a

ttle boy become this fragile old m

posed to accept

d into her. A white-haired woman in elegant attire char

ith rage as she shrieked, her voice shrill and trembli

ave you lost your mind?! Letting some stranger n

iffened. "

hands. "No one in this world loves Dami more than I do," she said, h

Alice's impossibly youthful, delicate face

ed. "You... y

to the floor, pointing at Alice with a trembling finger as s