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Kingsley watched, stunned, as Shiloh took a single light step forward. With effortless grace, she raised her delicate hands and flicked them toward the approaching Wellers elders.
Her movement was casual-almost as if she were swatting away a couple of flies.
The two enforcers sneered, not even bothering to defend themselves. She was nothing more than a weak woman to them-her attacks were meaningless.
Suddenly, two loud bangs echoed.
Shiloh’s hands never even touched them, and the mere sweep of her billowing sleeves slammed into their chests with the force of a sledgehammer.
Their ribs caved in instantly, and both men spewed blood as their bodies sent hurtling backward, crashing more than ten meters away.
The two elite enforcers of the Wellers-men who had built their reputation as the family’s most fearsome warriors-now lay on the ground, clutching their chests, their faces twisted in agony and disbelief.
They pointed at Shiloh, their fingers trembling. “Y-You…”
However, the sheer shock of what had just happened left them unable to even finish a sentence. A second later, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed, unconscious.
Harvey looked like he had seen a ghost. His legs wobbled, and his breath came in short, panicked gasps. He staggered backward, his wide eyes locked onto Shiloh as if she were some kind of monster.
Shiloh turned, her expression completely calm as she glanced at Kingsley. “Mr. Baldwin, let’s go.”
She opened the passenger door herself and got in.
Kingsley let out a deep breath and cast a glance at the two unconscious enforcers in the distance. He thought, ‘Damn. Both my earlier assumptions have been completely wrong. Shiloh was not just naturally perceptive or some spiritually attuned monk with heightened senses-she was a force of nature, an absolute powerhouse.” People like her existed only at the pinnacle of martial arts martial artists so advanced that they hid their strength effortlessly, appearing no different from ordinary people. However, the moment they struck, they were unstoppable storms, unstained by blood yet leaving carnage in their wake.
Shiloh was one of those people.
Kingsley wasted no time. He grabbed Michael’s unconscious body, threw him into the trunk, and started the car. Without another glance back, he sped down the winding roads of The Southern Highlands, heading toward Jayrodale.
Meanwhile, Harvey scrambled toward the Wellers enforcers, shaking their limp bodies.
“Wake up! Come on, wake up!”
One of the enforcers groaned in pain and finally opened his eyes.
Harvey, still shaken, demanded, “What the hell just happened?! How did that woman take you both down in a single move?!”
The enforcer weakly fumbled for a healing pill, swallowing it down before his face regained a hint of color. Almost immediately, his entire body began trembling.
“Mr. Weller, he stammered, his voice hoarse with fear. “That woman-Shiloh-she’s beyond a senior grandmaster. She’s at the level of a martial king.”
“We… we can’t afford to cross someone like that.”
Harvey’s face twisted in disbelief. “Martial king? Are you telling me that this damn little nun is actually a martial king?”
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The two Wellers enforcers exchanged uncertain glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes.
“Even if she isn’t a full-fledged martial king, she’s definitely close-an elite martial artist at an unfathomable level. But something about this doesn’t add up. Why would someone that powerful be hiding away in a rundown monastery in the Southern Highlands?
“Not to mention, she was practically living in poverty. Someone of her caliber could easily dominate all of Jayrodale, if not the entire southern martial world. She should be one of the top three powerhouses, at the very least.”
Harvey sucked in a sharp breath. The next second, his jealousy exploded.
He yelled, “Are you telling me that a martial king-level master just fell into Kingsley’s lap for free? Absolutely not! I don’t care if I have to throw everything the Wellers have into it-I need to bring Shiloh into our ranks!”
One of the enforcers shook his head and sighed. “Mr. Weller, if you don’t want to die young, you’d best drop that idea. Something about her is strange. She even admitted that she’s sick, but even weakened, she’s still far beyond our reach.”
Harvey clenched his fists, unwilling to accept reality. “Then what? Am I just supposed to sit back and let Kingsley walk around with a martial king at his side? How the hell am I supposed to kill him now?”
The enforcers chuckled. “That’s not something you need to worry about. Shiloh seems detached from worldly matters. She’s not the type to get involved in violence or power struggles. That means Kingsley won’t be able to use her to his advantage.
“If we make our move against Kingsley, there’s no guarantee that Shiloh will intervene. So, we still have plenty of opportunities.”
Harvey’s expression finally eased, though he still looked frustrated. After a moment of silence, he grumbled, Fine. Let’s get back to Jayrodale. Rhodes Corporation is already struggling. I’ll make sure it never recovers and falls completely out of the top ranks in Jayrodale!”And as for Hannah and Aspen… those two wretched women-once I get the chance, I’ll make sure they’re both begging at my feet.”
The return trip to Jayrodale was much smoother.
Loud thuds echoed from the trunk as Michael kicked at the walls, his angry voice muffled but relentless.
“Kingsley, you bastard! Let me out! You trying to suffocate me in here?!”
Each time he yelled, Kingsley would press the gas pedal, drifting hard around a curve. A moment later, the trunk filled with the sound of retching and weak, breathless curses.
Glancing at the passenger seat, Kingsley asked, “Shiloh, how are you feeling? Do you get carsick?”
Shiloh shook her head. “No.”
Of course, she would not. A martial artist of her caliber getting motion sickness would be the biggest joke of the century.
Still, Kingsley had only asked to mess with her.
He leaned back casually and said, “Shiloh, your strength… must have reached martial king level by now, right?”
He was not usually one to pry, but Shiloh was a mysteryd potentially dangerous. Kingsley needed to know what he was dealing with.
“Martial king?” Shiloh’s voice carried genuine confusion.
Even though her face was covered, Kingsley could tell she had no idea what he was talking about.
She did not even know what a martial king was?
Kingsley frowned slightly before explaining, “There’s a strict hierarchy of strength in martial arts. It starts with base martial artists, then moves up to junior grandmasters then senior grandmasters, and then peak senior grandmasters.
“Beyond that, when someone surpasses the grandmaster realm, they become a martial king-ruling by strength alone. And from there, the levels continue to martial emperor and beyond.”
brief pause, she shook her head. “I don’t know anything
Shiloh listened quietly, her expression unchanged. about what you just said. To be honest, aside from my name being Shiloh Greene and the fact that I’m 82 years old, I don’t remember anything else about myself.”
g, “Then do you remember how you arrived Kingsley’s expression shifted. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Then do you remember how you arrived in Jayrodale? Or why you’ve been living in that monastery?
A flicker of doubt passed through Shiloh’s eyes. She seemed to try recalling something, but in the end, she just shook her head. “I can’t remember. None of it.”
Kingsley took a deep breath. His suspicions were confirmed as he asked, “You have amnesia, don’t you?”
Shiloh responded with a soft hum of acknowledgment, her tone calm and unshaken.
“I have amnesia,” she said, her voice as serene as ever. “And I also have a condition-one that prevents me from aging. Someone once told me that would never grow old. That I would stay like this forever
Kingsley immediately asked, “Who told you that?”
Shiloh smiled faintly. “I don’t remember.”
Kingsley fell silent. There was no doubt about it-Shiloh was harboring a massive secret.
Unfortunately, she did not remember any of it. Hence, asking her more questions would be pointless.
From the moment Shiloh first mentioned she was over 80, Kingsley had suspected she suffered from a rare condition-one commonly known as the “ageless syndrome”. As the name suggested, those affected by it never aged beyond a certain point.
Looking at Shiloh, even with her veil on, Kingsley could tell she had likely stopped aging in her early 20s-still in the prime of youth. To the outside world, ageless syndrome sounded like a blessing-eternal youth.
Yet, in reality, for many who suffered from it, it was a nightmare. Some stopped growing as infants, toddlers, or even newborns, forever trapped in a child’s body.
On the other hand, Shiloh was one of the lucky few she had at least matured into adulthood before her aging had frozen.
Nonetheless, the ageless syndrome was not as wonderful as it seemed. Certain conditions-cold, extreme heat, or even specific lunar phases-could trigger unbearable pain, or worse, episodes of mental instability.
In Shiloh’s case, she was not just dealing with ageless syndrome. She also had amnesia.
That meant her memories had been wiped-either entirely or in fragments-and she might continue to forget things as time went on.
Kingsley sighed, shaking his head. “With two rare conditions like that, no wonder you chose to live alone in the Southern Highlands.”
There was a hint of sympathy in his voice.
Shiloh’s tone remained even. “I don’t have any friends. I don’t remember anyone. If I were around people too often, it would only cause trouble. Living in The Southern Highlands isn’t so bad, except for being broke all the time.
“There are so many delicious foods, beautiful things I’ve never been able to experience. Thankfully, I learned how to use TikTok. That helped me connect with people and make some friends!”
As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through videos.
Kingsley, focused on driving, could not look, so he asked casually, “How many followers do you have?”
Shiloh turned the screen toward him with a slight hint of pride. “Not a lot, just a little over a million.”
Kingsley nearly did a double take. After all, a million followers was no small number. That meant Shiloh was a full-fledged social media influencer. It also explained why so many socialites and wellness enthusiasts in Jayrodale worshipped her.
A second later, another thought struck him. “Wait… if you have that many followers, shouldn’t you be making decent money?”
Shiloh replied, “I make some money from my videos, but it’s not a lot. The wellness niche isn’t as popular as… you know, those videos with girls in sheer stockings, dancing provocatively for views.”
Kingsley nodded in understanding. On TikTok, nothing attracted traffic quite like long legs, black lace, and borderline suggestive content.
When he first started using the app, before he met Lauren and Francesca, he had sometimes scrolled mindlessly- though, in his defense, he was mostly there for professional knowledge.
The algorithm, however, had its own plans. Sometimes, it would throw those “suggestive” videos his way, and, well… he was not one to reject good research material.
Kingsley was starting to feel like Shiloh was a blank slate. With her following, someone should have reached out to her by now.
He asked, “So, since you’ve already gained popularity, has anyone invited you to do ads, endorsements, or TV segments?”
Shiloh frowned slightly as if recalling something unpleasant. “No one’s ever asked me to do endorsements Especially not someone as generous as you, Mr. Baldwin. But have been contacted by a few… let’s just say, questionable people. They even sent me weird videos.”
Kingsley’s brow twitched. “And?”
Shiloh’s voice remained neutral. “Nothing much. Just videos of two naked people wrestling. It was completely pointless. I wasn’t interested, so I declined. But once, there was an issue.
“Some people somehow found out where I lived and came to The Southern Highlands in the middle of the night to try and capture me. thought they were being a little too aggressive, so I got annoyed. + killed them all and threw their bodies into the river at the bottom of the mountain.”
Kingsley was silent for a long moment. The way she said it so casual, so indifferent-it was as if she was talking about brushing away dust instead of committing mass murder.
He almost pitied those poor bastards. Out of all the people they could have tried to exploit for their seedy film business, they had chosen her.
If Shiloh ever truly lost her temper, even an entire squad of trained mercenaries would not be enough to stop her.
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