Love At The Wrong Table Chapter 2043-The Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zov

“To answer your question,” Emmanuel began, pointing to one of Nathan’s sisters, “I’m here to check on Nathan’s condition. If necessary, I can also help treat him.” Judging by the sisters‘ lighthearted attitudes, Emmanuel assumed Nathan D wasn’t in any critical danger. If he were, they wouldn’t be so relaxed. Then again, Emmanuel wasn’t entirely sure about Nathan’s relationship with his sisters–if they didn’t get along, their behavior meant Nathan was already gone.

One of the sisters, who had earlier mentioned Emmanuel was “her type shyly asked, “What’s your name, handsome?” “Emmanuel Lowe,” he replied without hesitation. He saw no reason to hide his FA, The Fight Supreme Grandmaster 10 identity now that he had reclaimed his position as the leader of me Mor Warrior Unit and regained his peak strength. Plus, with Mothor’s Me a BIG revealing who he was seemed necessary.

“Oh, I’ve heard about you,” said another sister, Audrey Chapman Yos mere the one who saved Claudette Lenoir. General Lendir had searched all ours Nuthana for someone to cure her, but no one could help, until you showe up.” “That’s right,” Emmanuel confirmed without arrogance. He then added, “However, I’m hoping that Nathan’s condition hasn’t reached the point where your family’s doctors are at a loss.” He wasn’t particularly keen on proving his worth through medical skills in some cliched way. What mattered most was that Nathan would pull through, The Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zov and quickly.

Audrey, however, chuckled and said, “We certainly won’t need your help. The umber of skilled doctors employed by the Chapman family would overwhelm you. But, since our parents aren’t here, we sisters must ensure our brother’s safety. We can’t let just anyone near him.” Hearing that, Ashton felt slightly relieved–it seemed Nathan wasn’t dead after all.

Normally, Emmanuel would have left things at that, but this time he remained firm. “I had a scheduled meeting with Nathan today, and I have important matters to discuss with him. I won’t leave until I see him,” he declared.

“Hehe, and what if we don’t let you in? Are you going to force your way in?” Audrey teased, flashing a smile. “Unless, of course, you can prove you’re truly The Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zov his only master.” It was one of those corny situations, but sometimes reality unfolds in a ess–than–ideal way. Emmanuel had no choice.