The room was filled with blazing light and billowing smoke, among the sounds of smashing and shouting arguments, were also the cries of a woman.
"What are you trying to do? If there's a problem, deal with me!"
"What are we doing? When Mr. Maxwell orders your death in the dead of night, not even the king of hell would let you survive till dawn."
"Leave my wife alone, deal with me.”
"It's you who's asking to die!"
"Ahh!" The woman let out a sharp wail, and then there was silence.
"Maxwell Abel will not die a good death!" The man shouted in rage,
Then there was another scream, and all was quiet.
Grace Adams watched as her parents fell in a pool of blood, until there were no more pleas for help and struggles.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has landed at New York International Airport, the outside temperature..."
The cold voice of the broadcast woman pulled Grace Adams back to reality from her dream.
The scene of her parents' murder had appeared in her dreams countless times,
Taking heavy breaths, Grace Adams uneasily looked outside the window, observing the city she'd been away from for eleven years,
She had returned.
...
At this moment, in the exit of the airport.
"Third Mr., the flight of Divine Doctor Seven has landed." said a young man with clear brows and bright eyes, dressed in a casual jacket, he looked up at the display screen inside the airport.
Three to five men in suits stood proper and upright beside him, each tall and long-legged, displaying exceptional quality.
However, anyone passing by these people had their attention unconsciously drawn to the man they referred to as the Third Mr., simply because his appearance and temperament stand out amongst this group.
Relaxed but exuding an air of discrete and noble elegance, he is indeed handsome.
He wore a light brown shirt and dark casual trousers. He lifted his hand to glance at the watch on his wrist,
"Mm." Julius Abraham replied, revealing no discernible emotion.
This Third Mr. from the Julius family, Julius Abraham, is a figure well-known by everyone in the capital city. Everyone who sees him should respectfully greet him as 'Third Mr.'.
The Julius family, a preeminent family in the capital city, dotes upon Julius Abraham, the beloved son of Julius Reuben, the patriarch.
It could be said that he gets everything he desires and does as he pleases.
Apart from that, among the major influential families in the capital city, the highly esteemed and influential Old Mr. White also dotes greatly on Julius Abraham. The other nobles long for Old Mr. White's approval to aid their family influence, however, Old Mr. White favors Julius Abraham alone.
With Old Mr. White backing him, who would dare to provoke him?
Importantly, this man, he is indeed capable.
While enjoying all life has to offer to the fullest, he earned first place in finance and enrolled in the top college in the country, hailed as a top-tier student in Oxford University.
While other rich kids are worried about getting into prestigious schools, Third Mr. enrolled in two irrelevant majors without breaking a sweat.
One in finance, the other in geology.
He disappeared for half a year during university, but returned to be the number one in his class.
Instead of accepting an offer from a famous overseas university, he landed a few big deals for his family, doubling the market value of the Julius Group. Just when people thought he was going to take over the company, he stepped aside.
He spends his days leisurely, walking his bird and humming tunes, drinking tea while appreciating art.
Isn't it frustrating?
The one who manages to have Old Mr. Julius pick him up from the airport is none other than the miraculous healer, Seven.
Among the circle of extravagance and nobility in the capital, everyone knows that Doctor Seven possesses excellent medical skills, is a sage of medicine, and has never failed in surgery.
Yet, even this kind of god-like figure is especially mysterious.
Doctor Seven's whereabouts are secretive, he lives a reclusive life, and only a few people have seen his real face.
Countless elites and nobles have spent a fortune to seek a face-to-face consultation or surgery opportunity, but Doctor Seven remains unmoved.
He takes appointments based on destiny.
He charges based on mood.
Robbing the rich to aid the poor.
Elder White is getting old, with his health declining day by day. When Julius John heard that Doctor Seven has been abroad for a long time but has now unexpectedly returned home.
Julius John, deeply loved by Elder White, is now waiting at the exit of the airport, seeking a consultation opportunity for Elder White.
"Third Mr., no one has ever seen the miracle doctor Seven before. Can you tell if they are male or female, their age, or what they look like?" the young man asked while gazing at Julius Skylar.
"No failure in surgeries indicates an abundance of experience, years of practicing medicine; they must be quite aged." Julius Skylar, with arms crossed over his chest, peered steadily at the exit as he spoke.
"Hmm, makes sense." The young man nodded, and then started observing closely every individual that left the exit, attempting to identify who could be the miracle doctor Seven.
An hour later, seeming slightly annoyed and sounding a bit dejected, the young man said, "Almost everyone has come out, yet not a single one resembles a doctor."
Julius Skylar, still with his arms crossed, maintained an indifferent facade hiding any traces of emotion.
Bearing this dry wait for over an hour, Seven was the first to have this effect on the Third Mr..
"Hey, hey, hey, Third Mr., quick, take a look." The young man sounded excited.
Julius Skylar frowned slightly, following the young man’s gaze.
A woman, wearing a beige trench coat and with long, black hair flowing over her shoulders, emerged. The woman looked pretty, with a hint of girlish innocence. She appeared to be about twenty years old and was looking down at her phone, seemingly texting someone.
"What a beauty! She's stunning. Third Mr., I think this beauty looks even better than Davis Justice!" The young man exclaimed.
"Really." Julius Skylar responded dryly, looking back at the young man.
The young man immediately averted his eyes, though he couldn't resist stealing a few more glances at the woman.
Grace Adams, wheeling her luggage, was sending a message to her master,
【Mr., I've landed safely. I'm here.】
A message came back instantly, as if someone had been waiting for her news.
"Alright, Johnson Baylor, listen to your senior brother while you're in America." Grace Adams replied as she walked, "Understood. Mr., I plan to stay longer in America this time."
There was no immediate response this time, but after a moment the message came, "As you wish. Stay safe."
Having received a reply, Grace Adams was about to put her phone into the pocket of her coat when she was bumped into by someone. At this moment, the airport was in chaos, accompanied by cries. People were visibly frightened and hurriedly ran away.
Grace Adams looked over and saw in the center of the dispersing crowd, a masked man was holding a gun at a five or six-year-old boy. The little boy was probably so frightened that he was crying heartbreakingly.
The incident happened unexpectedly, and the airport was in a complete mess.
At the entrance, Julius Skylar and his team also noticed the danger. "Miller Spencer, you take two people to the front to distract the criminal, I'll go to the back to subdue him." Julius Skylar instructed the young man.
"No way, third master, if you are hurt…" Miller Spencer started,
"Less nonsense!" Julius Skylar said, already heading towards the criminal.
"I...Ah!" Miller Spencer could only do as instructed by Julius Skylar and lead people towards the criminal at the front.
Just at this moment, a stone flew out from behind Julius Skylar, hitting the gun-wielding hand of the criminal, neither biased nor slanted.
The criminal gritted his teeth from the pain and dropped his gun.
The SWAT team that just arrived took advantage of this moment to lunge at the criminal, successfully subduing him.
From the time Julius Skylar spotted the danger, to the criminal's arrest by the SWAT team, no more than five minutes had passed.
Julius Skylar looked back towards the direction where the stone came flying from. He saw amidst the crowd, where people were unable to dodge and were covering their heads in fear. Standing among them was a tall and elegant woman. This was the striking beauty that Miller Spencer mentioned just now.
Julius Skylar arched an eyebrow.
A small smile seemed to be hanging on the corner of the beauty's lips, as she watched the apprehended criminal with an expression of quiet amusement.
