104: Chapter 104 The Girl with the Bow

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While the old man and the boy were happily fishing, Yost Sackler, far away in Beverly Hills, also finished his day's work.

To think it failed; what is the background of this company?

Frowning, Yost set down the final document.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a sharp suit, quietly gazed at the oil painting hanging on the study wall.

The deity in the mural held a giant scythe, tall and majestic, his gaze fixed straight toward the sky.

Cronus was the son of Uranus, the god of the sky. Uranus ruled the universe, but he was very cruel to his children, especially the Titans. Fearing that his children would overthrow him, he imprisoned them in the abyss of the underworld, Tartarus.

Cronus's mother, Gaia, could not bear to see her children suffer. She prophesied that Uranus would eventually be overthrown by his own child. Gaia gave Cronus a giant scythe, which he used to castrate Uranus. Uranus's blood dripped onto Gaia, giving birth to the Furies and the Giants, while his genitals were thrown into the sea by Cronus, from which Venus, the goddess of love and beauty, was born.

Cronus overthrew his father, Uranus, and became the new King of the Gods. He married his sister, Rhea, and became the ruler of Mount Olympus. Under his reign, the universe entered a Golden Age...

His father had secretly left him this mural; it wasn't until last year that Yost dared to bring this oil painting out.

As a child, Yost admired his grandfather greatly. He yearned to become as powerful as his grandfather to lead the Sackler Family. But as he grew up, a trace of panic grew in Yost's heart. This panic reached its peak when his father passed away, seeing the resentment in his father's eyes as he died with his eyes open.

This man has lived for far too long and is far too greedy!

Why won't he let go of the family power!

"Doctor Boli, how is my grandfather's condition? Is he alright?" Yost dialed a number, his tone filled with deep concern.

"I'm sorry..."

The person on the other end gave Yost a reply indicating they were powerless to help.

"That's terrible!" In the study, the middle-aged man's lips curled upward, but his voice became anxious.

"Please, Doctor Boli, no matter what method you use or what you need, I will certainly cooperate with you..."

Beep—

After the call ended, Yost leaned back in his padded chair, forcing himself not to laugh out loud.

His grandfather was finally going to die.

Pfft—

He couldn't hold it back after all.

Yost laughed maniacally, his laughter terrifying and his face contorted. Thank God, barring any accidents, his era had arrived!

This was the only thing worth being happy about after failing to obtain those capsules.

"Hahaha—"

"Hahahahahaha—"

Laughter of frantic liberation echoed through the study.

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Wherever humans exist, there are classes.

Noah witnessed this as a child. He was born during the era when that two-character president declared that slavery and oppression must stop and that all races were born equal.

Noah didn't know who his father was, only that his mother was a servant—the lowest class of Black female servant.

Heaven knows why his skin tone was on the lighter side.

Perhaps it was a miracle.

Since childhood, Noah had lived in the coal furnace room of his master's house. Black grime that could never be washed away was always embedded under his fingernails. For a time, he believed the entire world was built of coal.

During this period of intense conflict, "mongrel," the soles of feet, and fists accompanied this child of ambiguous race throughout his entire childhood.

Only a girl wearing a white bow reached out to him, willing to take him to play. Furthermore, this girl was the princess of his employer's family.

That afternoon was the happiest time of Noah's life.

And it was only for one afternoon.

The next day, because Noah accidentally stepped on and dirtied the girl's skirt hem, he was hung from an oak tree by the estate's butler and whipped thirty times. Bloodstains crawled across his thin back like venomous snakes, while the little princess sat on the balcony, swinging her lace-trimmed legs and scooping strawberry ice cream with a silver spoon.

When the butler was about to continue whipping him...

Noah's mother stepped forward to take it for him. She was hung from day until night, her blood soaking the hemp rope.

That night, Noah, curled up in the coal furnace room, finally waited for his mother to return. She even brought him a piece of bread that smelled of wheat.

The bread was perfectly clean.

This was also the last food the Black woman gave to Noah; she didn't wake up when the sun rose.

Heh, as for later...

It was twenty years later when Noah saw that girl again. By then, Noah had inherited his mother's surname and changed his name to Noah Sackler.

The girl's family had been swallowed by his conglomerate, and Noah had sent her family members to meet God for various reasons.

And then,

Noah imprisoned her in a specially made cage for an entire year.

That year was when Noah's energy was most exhausted.

Only after she died did Noah have the energy to climb to higher social strata, leading to the current Sackler Family—a top global conglomerate!

From then on, Noah developed a habit. At dinner, he always liked the chef to serve a piece of the simplest toasted bread.

It wasn't any delicacy, just the most humble whole-wheat bread. The surface was slightly charred, the edges had natural bran particles, and it made a slight crunch when broken apart. Steam wrapped in pure wheat fragrance drifted out, exactly like the piece his mother had brought back for him at the end.

Noah felt this was a reminder.

It wasn't until he was truly too old to eat that Noah changed this habit. Old Noah hadn't smelled the scent of wheat for nearly ten years.

Or rather, any solid food.

But today, Noah's nose, withered like old tree bark, suddenly caught a hint of a familiar scent.

It was also a bit noisy; it seemed someone was eating.

Consciousness gradually returned...

The bodyguards were dealt with instantly. The black-clad unit that appeared from the sea suddenly occupied Noah's mind. Who were they? Who could approach this island right under the nose of the American naval base?

Submarines? Or some other propulsion devices?

How could they possibly not be discovered by the American Navy?

Could they have dived underwater from the mainland? Impossible. Was crossing a nearly 30-kilometer strait something humans could do?

The light was bright yet soft.

Noah struggled to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was that lapis lazuli dining table he had once spent thirty million euros on at an auction, cut and polished from a single piece of imperial lapis lazuli.

The scene gradually became clear, and soon, Noah was shaking all over with rage at what he saw.

It had been too long; he had never been this angry!!

Noah wanted to stand up and roar.

Elias was gagged and tied high up on a pillar.

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, the dining table was covered with delicacies from all over the world, and over a dozen people were feasting heartily.

This gang of bandits, coming from who knows where, had invaded his manor and were openly enjoying dinner as if they were the masters.