Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Tanks
After spending two hours asking Lucretia, Xavier did not manage to extract any useful information from her.
After a quiet sigh, he could only let go of her.
“Snap.” Startled, Lucretia hurriedly ran back to her room as if escaping, locking the door tightly from the inside.
“Lucretia, what secret are you keeping from me?” Xavier asked.
Lying in bed, Xavier was completely unable to sleep tonight.
It was not until a hazy figure emerged in his mind that he fell asleep. That was an indelible imprint hidden deep within his soul.
“Where… exactly are you?” Xavier murmured softly and drifted off into a drowsy sleep.
It was a sunny day the next day. Wealthy families gathered at Galaxy Hotel.
Today was the sip-and-see party for the newborn grandchild of the third generation of the Vanderbilt family. Nearly all the prominent figures in Oceanheim were here.
The Vanderbilt family splurged 160 million dollars to reserve the entire building of Galaxy Hotel.
In the hotel’s backstage, Samuel, clad in traditional attire, appeared lively and spirited.
Standing behind him were two men in suits. They were none other than Leopold and his elder brother, Wesley, the deputy mayor of Oceanheim.
“Leopold, is everything ready?” Samuel asked.
“Dad, everything’s set,” Leopold said. “Beatrix is welcoming guests in the lobby, and Jarvis is on his way.”
Samuel nodded. He then asked somewhat worriedly, “That silly guy from the Cavanaugh family won’t come to cause trouble, right?”
After hearing this, a glint of seriousness flashed across Leopold’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Dad,” he said. “To prevent any mishaps, I’ve arranged for three hundred bodyguards. Additionally, Jarvis has also dispatched five hundred soldiers from the Skystorm Legion. Let’s not talk about Xavier showing up. Even if a fly dares to buzz around in front of the Vanderbilt family, one of its legs has to be removed.”
Beside them, Wesley’s eyes glinted upon hearing that. Not wanting to be outdone, he said, “Dad, with me, the deputy mayor of Oceanheim, around, no one dares to cause trouble in front of the Vanderbilt family.”
When the father and sons from the Vanderbilt family appeared, the hall instantly fell silent.
After the emcee delivered a routine opening speech, Samuel stepped onto the red carpet and began his address.
However, the content was mostly an official monologue which was filled with expressions of gratitude and paying tribute.
After Samuel finished speaking, Leopold, as the host, engaged in small talk for the next ten minutes.
Finally, the main figure of the banquet, which was the third-generation newborn grandson of the Vanderbilt family, was slowly pushed out by a maid.
This baby, who was born with a silver spoon, was named George Vanderbilt.
“Wow, such an adorable little baby.”
“Look, that little one is pouting. It seems like he’s looking for milk.”
“Oh, where’s the child’s mother?”
At this point, someone noticed something amiss. The discussions then started with many people talking all at once, each trying to express their thoughts.
Witnessing this scene, Leopold hurriedly stepped forward to explain, “My wife… she just gave birth and is still in confinement.”
After hearing this, everyone offered their comforting words one after another.
Some people who were involved in the medicinal herb business seized the opportunity to ingratiate themselves with the Vanderbilt family, eagerly sending various precious medicinal herbs one after another.
Outside the door, in a black Audi sedan, Xavier sat in the front passenger seat.
Barnaby said, “Mr. Cavanaugh, Aurora has already begun acquiring shares of the Vanderbilt family.
“Cornelius has led people to blockade the east gate of Oceanheim.
“Duncan has led people to blockade the north gate of Oceanheim.
“Eamon has led people to blockade the south gate of Oceanheim.”
After Barnaby finished talking, Xavier fell into a moment of contemplation before saying, “Tell Alaric to prepare a coffin for me. I’m going to give it to the Vanderbilt family.”
After speaking, he stepped out of the car, holding the invitation card sent by Leopold.
Watching Xavier’s departing back, Barnaby sneered and said, “The show is about to begin.”
On the 99th floor of Galaxy Hotel, Yara, dressed in a black professional outfit, stood by the floor-to- ceiling window with an icy expression.
Behind her, eight men in black attire were set and ready. The person leading them was Ryan.
“Miss Yara, Mr. Xavier has arrived,” Ryan said.
As soon as Ryan finished talking, Edward hurriedly entered and said, “Miss Yara, five minutes ago, the stocks belonging to the Vanderbilt family were acquired by someone with a massive amount of capital.”
“Hmm… Could it be that besides me, there is someone else who wants to act against the Vanderbilt family?” Yara said. “Who could that person be?”
“According to reliable sources, this massive capital, approximately around 100 billion dollars, originates from the central region abroad,” Edward said.
“Interesting,” Yara said. “It seems that the Vanderbilt family, the insignificant social climber, has offended quite a few people. Ryan, go down and protect my brother.”
“Got it,” Ryan said.
Ryan and his group of seven people turned around and walked out of the room.
Yara looked sideways at Edward and said with a smile, “Mr. Hernandez, have you noticed that my brother seems to have changed?”
Edward scratched his head, having a doubtful expression. “Could it be that… Mr. Xavier has become more handsome?” he said.
After carefully recalling the scenes from the past few days of interaction with Xavier, Edward nodded emphatically and said, “Yep. Mr. Xavier has become much more handsome than before.”
Upon hearing this, Yara rolled her eyes helplessly and said, “Jeez. Mr. Hernandez, you play dumb while hiding your smarts. You’re an old fox.”
Edward chuckled without offering a rebuttal.
“Oh, by the way, I heard that the third son of the Vanderbilt family is a general in the Skystorm Legion?” Yara asked.
“The third son of the Vanderbilt family, Jarvis, is only twenty-four years old,” Edward said. “He was appointed as a general in the Skystorm Legion just a month ago. He commands a force of three thousand soldiers.”
“Doesn’t that mean my brother is in danger?” Yara said.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“No,” Yara said. “I’ve got to call Grandpa.”
As she spoke, she took out her phone and was about to make the call.
“Miss Yara, don’t panic,” Edward said with a smile. “There’s still one big shot who has yet to arrive today. Once that person comes, nobody in all of Oceanheim dares to harm Mr. Xavier.”
“Pish!” Yara said. “So darn mysterious. Whatever! I’m off to play PUBG. Yesterday, there was this player named ‘Eternal Lover’. I merely stole his weapons. He kept chasing me around and trying to kill me.”
Once Yara, walking with an alluring stride, left, Edward took out his phone.
He sneakily glanced at his own game name. It was “Eternal Lover.”
Meanwhile, on the highway about six miles away from Oceanheim, tanks sped along the road.
At the forefront was a specially crafted command vehicle, inside of which sat two imposing and upright men.
The young man was none other than Jarvis.
Sitting across from Jarvis was Osric Dunlop, the legion commander of the Skystorm Legion.
“Jarvis, congratulations on your promotion to general,” Osric said, “Work hard. In a few more years, my position as the war king will be yours.”
“Thank you for your guidance, Osric,” Jarvis said. “I will always be your soldier, both now and in the future.”
“Hahaha… I knew I didn’t misjudge you,” Osric said.
As the two of them chatted, the vehicle sped along and arrived at Galaxy Hotel ten minutes later.
Leopold, who had long received a message from Jarvis, slowly stood up all of a sudden.
“Everyone, my younger brother, Jarvis, has returned from the Skystorm Legion,” Leopold said. “That coincides with my son’s sip-and-see party. The Vanderbilt family is honored to have invited the commander-in-chief of the Skystorm Legion, Osric. Let’s all join me in welcoming Osric outside.”
A single remark caused a huge commotion.
In an instant, the entire aristocratic circle in Oceanheim lost their composure.
Osric, who was one of the thirty-six war kings of Avaloria, was the marshal guarding and defending the Skystorm Legion.
In Avaloria, the position of any war king was equivalent to that of a governor in the past. It could even be said that a war king could rule over a region and wield immense power over life and death.
The Skystorm Legion was the garrison of Perash province, where Oceanheim was located.
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At this moment, the nobles of Oceanheim present at the banquet began to have various thoughts.
“Osric has arrived!”
Accompanied by bursts of cheers, Osric, who was like the moon surrounded by numerous stars, walked into Galaxy Hotel amidst the encirclement of the aristocrats from Oceanheim.
With the arrival of Osric, the atmosphere at the banquet reached its peak.
Next came the most crucial moment of the banquet, which was gift-giving.
“Celegrace Group from the Evans family presents a gift of 2 million dollars.”
“Peakview Group from the White family presents a gift of 3 million dollars.”
“Speedlight Group from the Jackson family presents a gift of 10 million dollars.”
“Giantech Group from the Smith family presents a gift of 20 million dollars.”
In order to make an impression in front of Osric, the nobles of Oceanheim went all out at this moment.
They were lavish in their giving, starting at 2 million dollars in cash gifts, and some even went as far as presenting 20 million dollars without the slightest bit of heartache.
Soon enough, people who were attentive estimated that the Vanderbilt family received 2 billion dollars in cash gifts alone from this banquet.
The Vanderbilt family’s total assets increased by ten percent out of thin air.
Leopold was all smiles. This was all thanks to him.
He even wished he could find another woman and father a child after the banquet ended.
This was because this method brought in money incredibly fast.
When all the wealthy families in Oceanheim finished presenting their gifts, Osric chuckled and said, “I also have a little something to offer as a gift for the newborn grandchild of the Vanderbilt family.”
With that, he took out a snow-white token inscribed with two small words.
“Oceanheim Token.”
“It’s actually Oceanheim Token! Apparently, seeing this token is akin to seeing Osric himself. He truly has quite the generosity.”
“The Vanderbilt family is really lucky this time.”
“This is a symbol of my status,” Osric said. “With this token, it can ensure that the Vanderbilt family will be spared from calamities for three times.”
Osric looked delighted. He then tossed Oceanheim Token to Leopold.
Leopold took the token. His face lit up with joy, and he respectfully said, “Thank you so much, Osric. The Vanderbilt family is deeply grateful.”
The nobles of Oceanheim who witnessed this scene had envy and jealousy written all over their faces.
However, the unfortunate reality was that their own children and grandchildren were not as capable. Some prominent families even publicly scolded their own children.
“Boom…”
Just then, a violent tremor could be heard coming from outside.
“At such a grand banquet, how could the Cavanaugh family be absent? Leopold, I gift you a coffin. Do not be reborn as a human being in the afterlife.”