Chapter 230 A Customer Emerges

Power!

The strength men crave!

All across the city, many began to make their moves.

And in a blink of an eye, another 4 days had gone by.

As usual, Dorian stopped cultivating and left the space, meeting Butler Sheng in his bedroom chambers.

As a good butler and one of the few staff left in the Tian household, Butler Sheng changed the drapes and beddings, though Dorian hardly used his bed.

"Good morning, Grandmaster."

"Morning, Sheng."

Dorian replied, heading straight for the showers.

And in the meantime, Butler Sheng took his laundry, leaving the scene very respectfully.

He was holding onto the Grandmaster's already worn pieces of clothing.

So how could he not treat them with care, as though they were gold?

[Round up your duties before midday. We'll be leaving earlier than planned.]

Butler Sheng paused, listening to Dorian's telepathic message, before finally leaving the room.

Today, he, Raulin, and the Grandmaster were supposed to head out at 4 P.M to open their stall, leaving the other 3 to take care of all Estate matters.

However, it looks like the Grandmaster planned to do so earlier than expected.

'I should properly get more talismans.' Butler Sheng thought, not wanting to be caught in an unexpected pinch.

Who could predict how the day would go?

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Breakfast, casual meetings with many guests.

Dorian had always reserved the early hours of the day for meeting personal clients who came by after meeting him at the stalls.

There were just some issues that couldn't be taken care of on a jiffy.

Some were simple, needing only his talismans at the stalls and his advice to solve the matters all on their own.

But some matters required him to take a look at them personally.

One by one, people came in as scheduled amidst the snooping eyes of some of the stay-in doctors and nurses.

In particular, Alice had still not given up in pinning Dorian down.

She needed dirt on the people here.

Anything to get her transferred out of this place and back into the real, busy, and bubbling hospital life, making a name for herself and gathering more fame.

Who would want to be hidden away in a corner while others are out there in the spotlight?

On the streets, the man would move and stop from time to time, talking to himself with his gaze permanently fixed to the floor.

Borrow money?

Sorry.

Those that he thought were friends turned out to be selfish hypocrites.

Throughout his life, he had always been a person who would help those he considered as family.

He had friends he lent out a lot of money to over the years.

You say your son needs money to buy a house to woo his future wife?

No problem. Since you're family, I'll lend you the money.

Things have always been like that.

And though he wasn't giving them money to one day recollect it back, now that he was in a pickle and needed any form of money or assistance, his so-called friends didn't even try helping him out.

Out of his 7 sworn brothers, only one of them desperately tried his best, though it still wasn't enough to cover his predicament.

Still, he was grateful to that friend.

The man had a sad expression, trying to hold his tears back when thinking of the truly painful matter that weighed heavily on his heart.

Sigh...

It didn't concern his debt but his past.

The man finally coached to the ground leaning at the corner of a building, seemingly lost in thought.

'What should I do now?'

Almost immediately, the words of several passerbys echoed in his ears.

"Hey! Have you heard? There seems to be a loony stall opened up by some mad scam artist."

"Ahh! I've heard about that one too. It's said that it's opened by some crazy rich generation youngster that's just having some fun outside."

"Exactly! Divination? Does he think we're mentally retarded?"

"Hey. You never know. I heard that those who aa whim claimed to have all their worries go away."

"Fake! He definitely hired actors to do it!"

(*^*)

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Whoosh!

Speedily, the man raised his head to look at the passerbys.

Can make all problems go away?

Though he didn't believe it, the man still decided to give it a try.

After all, what else did he have to lose?

'Grandmaster? Where can I find his stall?'