Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 202 Chapter201-Are You Sure You Want to Meet My Man? (2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)

Lifting her head, allowing the remnants of wine to drip from her hair, Emma offered a mocking smile. "Are you sure you want to meet my man?"

Eric snorted disdainfully, his voice dripping with malice, "Why? Is there someone I shouldn't meet?"

With an unruffled grace, Emma took out her phone and dialed John's number.

"Emma, what's up? Are you done with your event?" John's warm and gentle voice resonated on the other end.

Emma, who had maintained a cold and indifferent demeanor all evening, and even when splashed with wine, showed no emotion.

However, the very sound of John's voice made her eyes well up with tears.

Her lips quivered, and in a somewhat aggrieved tone, she whispered, "John, someone's bullying me..."

...

John was dining with Elder Anderson and their group.

They were at a seemingly ordinary location not far from the city government building.

From the outside, it looked unremarkable.

But stepping inside revealed a world of luxury.

Both the interior design and the taste of the food were impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.

Seated at the table, besides John, were Elder Anderson, Shadowswift, and the secretary-general Nathan, who had acted as their liaison earlier.

Mayor Daniel Roberts was supposed to join them, but Shadowswift tactfully declined his presence, citing the mayor's busy schedule as a reason not to impose further.

Mayor Roberts had arranged for Nathan to specifically accompany them.

At that moment, Elder Anderson had just finished inquiring about some intricate details regarding the world of "Godslayer".

Before John could even answer, his phone began to ring.

Hearing Emma's slightly tear-choked voice, the previously smiling John's eyes immediately turned icy.

He asked softly, "Where are you?"

Emma's voice, tinged more obviously with tears, replied, "I'm not sure... I think it's called the Graceful Waters Hotel... I'm in the Party House on the 7th floor..."

John responded swiftly, "Stay put, I'll be right there."

After ending the call, he abruptly stood, saying calmly, "Excuse me, I need to step out for a moment."

The other three noticed the shift in John's demeanor.

Sharing a glance, they instinctively refrained from prying into what had transpired.

Elder Anderson remarked with a light chuckle, "It's alright. Go tend to your matters. We'll be in the city for a few more days; we can catch up later."

John nodded and strode towards the exit.

But as he was leaving, he turned to Nathan, "Nathan, do you know where the Graceful Waters Hotel is located?"

Caught off guard, Nathan promptly replied, "The Graceful Waters Hotel? It's not far from here, just two blocks east..."

Acknowledging with a nod, John began to turn away but was stopped by Nathan, "Mr. Foster, the Graceful Waters Hotel is a property of the Taylor Group. If you encounter any issues, you can reach out to them... And if you face any challenges that aren't resolved, feel free to contact me directly."

John offered Nathan a slight smile, appreciating his goodwill.

Stepping out of the building, John immediately dialed a number, "Mr. Taylor, this is John."

The hearty laughter of Benjamin Taylor resonated from the other end, "Jonathan? What brings you to call me today?"

John spoke evenly, "Mr. Taylor, the Graceful Waters Hotel is part of your business empire, isn't it?"

Benjamin, slightly taken aback, replied, "Yes, indeed. Why?"

John, keeping his tone nonchalant, said, "There's been a minor incident involving my girlfriend there..."

After a moment of contemplation, Benjamin Taylor softly said, "White is currently at the Graceful Waters Hotel. I've sent him your number; he'll be in touch shortly."

"Don't worry, your girlfriend will undoubtedly be safe at Graceful Waters Hotel. If there's anything that can't be resolved, don't hesitate to contact me..."

John gave a slight nod and managed a grateful smile, "Thank you, Mr. Taylor..."

Benjamin Taylor responded, "No need for formalities. We're practically family after all."

After ending the call, John sought out a secluded corner, murmuring a chant.

In an instant, he vanished from the spot. He had used the Divine Talent of Shape-shifting...

When he reappeared, he was discreetly positioned at the entrance of the Graceful Waters Hotel.

Without hesitation, John strode into the hotel.

As the door attendant was about to ask whom John was looking for, a gleaming black card with gold embossing flew from John's hand.

The attendant, clearly one with sharp eyes, recognized it immediately as the highest tier guest card from the Taylor Group.

He quickly bowed deeply, reverently handing back the card, "Welcome, our most esteemed guest..."

John nonchalantly instructed, "Take me to the seventh floor."

At that moment, Nicholas White's call came through.

After a brief exchange about the situation, Nicholas White said, "Mr. Foster, I'll be waiting for you by the elevators on the seventh floor..."

...

John dialed Emma's number again, relieved to find her sounding relatively composed, "Emma, I'm at the entrance. Which room are you in?"

Emma glanced up at Eric, whose expression remained menacing, and whispered, "I'm not sure, but it's the largest room here."

After ending the call, Eric scoffed, "He got here so quickly? Was he waiting downstairs for you the entire time? But remember, not just anyone can waltz into this establishment. I hope your boyfriend has the credentials to set foot in here..."

Emma, not wanting to indulge Eric, simply looked down and fiddled with her phone.

Fiona tried to pass a napkin, hoping to help Emma clean up the spilled wine on her dress, but Emma declined firmly.

"It's not necessary. I want him to see how others dare to bully his woman."

Fiona sighed, casting a somewhat sympathetic glance at the now overly arrogant Eric.

What were you thinking, provoking that man for no reason?

Although Fiona wasn't fully aware of John's precise status and identity, she had gleaned hints from the time the Taylor Group had actively sought her out for information about him.

After all, not just anyone would warrant such an exhaustive search by the Taylor Group...

The room fell silent. The students, who had been jovially playing moments before, all hung their heads.

While they felt sorry for Emma, they didn't dare cross the irate Eric and kept their mouths shut.

Just as the room's atmosphere was about to plummet into absolute chill, a knock echoed from the door.

Eric's head snapped towards the sound, his menacing eyes fixated on the entrance.

He remained silent, ensuring no one else dared to approach the door.

"Bang!"

In the next instant, to everyone's astonishment, the door was violently kicked open.

Nicholas White was the first to stride in confidently.

John followed closely, entering the room with a steady gait.

Both men cast aside any regard for the others, their gaze settling on Emma.

Seeing her in a pitiable and vulnerable state, John's expression turned ice cold.

Unaware of the impending danger, Eric abruptly turned to Emma, his voice dripping with contempt.

"So, you rejected my advances only to end up with an older man? Always parading about with your 'innocence'—but it's all about money, isn't it? I could've given you all that! Why stoop so low?"

"You whore! You're nothing but a damned whore!" Eric spat out, mistakenly assuming that Nicholas White was the boyfriend Emma had mentioned.

Nicholas suddenly turned his head.

As the head of security for the Taylor Group and Benjamin Taylor's most trusted aide, he had overseen many of the group's shadow operations over the years and was skilled in combat.

Just moments ago, he felt an intense and chilling murderous intent emanating from behind him, akin to being stalked by a predatory beast.

Clearly, this aura was emanating from John.

This wasn't the first time Nicholas had felt such an aura.

Nicholas knew, deep down, that this young man, whom the chairman treated with such deference and almost familial affection, was an incredibly dangerous individual...

Worried that John might lash out, Nicholas swiftly stepped forward.

With a swift motion, a powerful slap resounded.

"Smack!"

Eric was sent flying by the force, crashing into the adjacent wall. Clutching his face in disbelief, he spat, "You dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am?"

At the same time, the group of underlings that always hung around Eric immediately rose to their feet.

Seeing their boss assaulted, it was imperative, courage or not, for them to assert their loyalty.

However, perhaps due to Nicholas's overwhelming aura, not a single one of the burly henchmen dared to step forward.

Nicholas withdrew his hand, his face expressionless.

"Spew filth from your mouth again, and I'll cut out your tongue," he warned.

Without sparing Eric another glance, he turned to John, offering an apologetic smile.

"Mr. Foster, I deeply apologize. I will handle this, given that the incident occurred on my watch. Rest assured, I'll provide you with a satisfactory resolution."

John didn't respond. Instead, he walked over to Emma, removing his coat to drape it over her.

The moment she saw John, Emma's fa?ade crumbled, and tears streamed down her face.

John gently embraced her, whispering softly, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm here now. No one will dare hurt you with me around."

Emma buried her head in John's chest, sobbing quietly.

She had never been a particularly strong-willed girl.

Her earlier composed demeanor was nothing but a fa?ade.

Now, with the man she relied on the most by her side, she felt free to shed the mask of resilience and freely express her emotions.

As John tenderly comforted Emma, he looked up and simply said, "Clear the room."