The True Heiress: A Powerful All-Rounder

Chapter 4: The Thorned Throne

Tribeca – “Emerald Temple” Penthouse

Lucas dropped his cigar onto the Persian rug. In the holographic projection, Jacob Chiang’s custom leather shoes crushed the remnants of the shattered crystal chandelier. The tech tyrant who controlled the Pentagon’s “Immortality Project” now resembled a medieval inquisitor, cold and calculating.

“Sweetheart, your ex?” Alexander twirled the ring on his finger, emblazoned with Freemason symbols, before suddenly pulling Lynn closer. “Need me to teach him how to speak in the 21st century?”

Lynn’s fingers brushed against the phoenix tattoo on his neck, her Pandora Chip flashing a bright blue. “In 1945, when your great-grandfather injected me with radium at the Los Alamos lab, he was much more polite than you are now.”

Jacob’s pupils contracted. Memory surged—he recalled the young scientist, in a radiation suit, locking the girl into a lead chamber. Her collarbone bore the same Pandora Chip now glowing beneath her skin.

“So, you’ve awakened,” Jacob said, pressing a button on his wristwatch to initiate an EMP pulse. “Too bad this time you don’t have the Manhattan Project to hide behind.”

All electronics immediately shut down. But Lynn was already a step ahead, leaping onto the bar counter 0.3 seconds before the pulse could reach her. Dark red blood floated through the air, forming Hebrew glyphs as Jacob’s electromagnetic cuffs locked in place around her ankle. But just before they made contact, Alexander’s Colt Python was pressed to his temple.

“Dear Jacob,” Alexander’s voice was smooth, almost taunting, as the barrel of his g*n formed a blood-red rose emblem. “Are you sure you want to touch my exclusive blood servant in front of the last Templar heir?”

Two Hours Later – Under the Brooklyn Bridge

Inside the sleek black Lincoln, Lynn was in the middle of decrypting the cryogenic container’s passcode. As she unlocked it and the lid slowly opened, revealing a phoenix tail feather preserved in liquid nitrogen, she let out a soft laugh. “The Fu family is still playing with alchemy?”

“Forget that,” Alexander handed her a b****y Mary. “Care to explain how you predicted the EMP attack?”

Suddenly, there was a loud thud on the car roof. Lucas rolled into the backseat, clutching an antique clock. “The DEA just raided the Emerald Temple! They say they found... they found your tax records from fifteenth-century Florence!”

Lynn ran her fingers over the clock face, which was engraved with Vatican ciphers. “In 1432, I really was an astrologer for the Medici family.” She suddenly yanked open Alexander’s shirt, the imprint on his chest resonating with the ticking of the clock. “For instance, I predicted that the Grand Master of the Templars would be hunted down by his own grandson.”

Midnight – Manhattan Underground Black Market

Neon signs flashed with the words “Eye of Odin”, and a tattooed thug in a studded leather jacket blocked their path. “VIP area requires a blood oath for entry.”

Alexander slashed his palm with a quick motion and pressed it against the stone door, but Lynn suddenly grabbed his wrist. “Wait! The engraving on this...”

The stone wall shifted, revealing Atlantean runes. A golden light suddenly erupted from the phoenix tattoo at Lynn’s waist. The entire black market fell silent. Even the gamblers froze, their tarot cards flipping on their own to the upright “Judgement” card.

“Welcome to Ragnarok,” an elderly, hunched man raised a horn, its intricate carvings glowing faintly. “The blood phoenix foretold in the prophecy... have you come to claim the seeds of the World Tree?”