My Dreamy Old Husband

Henry had been bragging about the psychic grandmaster and praising the grandmaster to the moon and back. He also claimed that the grandmaster could be traced back to the Yard Dynasty thousands of years ago. The ‘grandmaster’ title had been passed down from generation to generation, and the grandmaster’s powers were boundless. As long as the grandmaster used his powers, Sophia and her party members would be completely wiped out, all the ghosts and monsters would have to retreat, and the Ronney Group would quickly return to normal.

However, the employees were very doubtful. Will this really work?

The ritual went smoothly. Using Sophia’s hair as a guide, the grandmaster used the Yard Family’s Dragon Blood to write a magic spell that would suppress her vitality. In the future, she would never threaten the Ronney Group again!

“Bow to the heavens!” The psychic grandmaster’s voice rang out like a huge bell. He took the lead and knelt on the ground, bowing in the direction of the altar. The Yard twins followed suit, and the rest of the employees followed their example. The core staff of the Ronney Group, as well as several other employees, paid their respects in unison. It was quite a spectacular affair.

“Again!” They bowed again.

The employees that did not understand Cethosian culture seemed to be confused while those that understood were feeling ashamed. All of a sudden, they smelled gunpowder in the air. A firecracker flew from somewhere and landed on the altar.

Boom! The firecracker blew up on the altar. The animal offerings, the spell, and everything else on the altar exploded. Pork and beef were scattered everywhere, and the Ronney Group’s employees were so scared that they fled while screaming.

Shocked, Henry left the rooftop under the protection of his bodyguards. He had wanted to calm the people’s hearts, but they were now more distraught than before. It seemed as if Sophia and the JNS Group had reached a point where they could no longer be suppressed by the Dragon Blood. After this fiasco, the entire company was shrouded in greater panic. The Ronney Group was going down! Even the psychic grandmaster could do nothing!

The ritual had failed and the rooftop was a complete mess. Subsequently, the psychic grandmaster was caught and dragged to Henry for questioning. “Speak! Were you the one who secretly sabotaged the ritual?!”

Somebody had thrown a firecracker at the altar while everybody was kneeling, which led to the ensuing commotion. Standing in front of the altar, the grandmaster was in the perfect position to do that!

at Henry’s savage expression, the grandmaster began to tremble.

“Who

that he prostrated himself. “I don’t know either… It was perfect! Something must have gone wrong! Somebody must

throw you off the roof! I’ll make sure you die painfully!” Henry exploded violently. His emotions were out of control, and he

Henry dragged the fifty-year-old psychic grandmaster to the window and held him out of the window. It was a steep drop to the ground from the

tightly, his nails tore into the grandmaster’s skin. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets, and

in the nick of time. “There are surveillance cameras on the rooftop. I’m sure

had been turned off. As this was supposed to be a superstitious activity, Henry did not want to leave any evidence of the ritual that could make people’s tongues wag. Therefore, he had turned the surveillance cameras off. I can’t believe that somebody took advantage of that loophole! He was so furious that his veins

Swordsman Game. She was carrying Callum and Cade while

said, “Excuse me, I need to answer this

first thing she heard was an angry roar; that person had lost all control of his emotions. “You were behind

whether it was Henry or Ryan. Aside from the color of their hair, she could not find another aspect to differentiate between the two of them. Based on voice alone, they were even more indistinguishable. Callum seemed extremely surprised after listening to the rant.

a curse on me! Moreover, Callum threw a firecracker at the altar?! Not bad; not bad. If

to dust. “Who else could it be but you?! My beloved elder brother… do you think I wouldn’t

did something you shouldn’t have done, Henry. How many times have I told you before? Cethos is different from other countries. If you want to integrate yourself into Cethos, you must

coldly cut off his sentence. “I don’t need advice