After Being Framed by Her Family, She was Pampered by a CEO from a Rich Family - Chapter 398: Zhu Sui’s Coldness

There was a man in the modern world that built his business empire from scratch. He was hailed as a genius by his peers and was respected worldwide due to his contributions to the world.If it is not only for that unfortunate accident that led to his death. He was a man who could potentially change the world with his mind that still stores a plethora of ideas.But—fate had others plan with him. He found himself in another world, what’s more, it’s primitive and technologically backwards compared to his last world. And what’s more, he turned into his younger self, and in this world, he was an orphaned boy.For him to survive, he must use everything that he had at his disposal, and that was all in his head.

He was the hunting hound of the Baskerville family.

But at the end, he was branded as a traitor and executed.

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Now, he has returned… after 40 years.

“This time, they will be my prey… and I’ll bite every single one of them to death!”

The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.