Even though Chris had gifted her a necklace worth over twenty million last time, which somewhat improved her opinion of him as a son-in-law, deep down, she still held him in contempt.
Now, with Megan thriving so well, Chris didn't even bother to curry favor or greet her properly. He's like mud that can't stick to the wall.
"Aunt, don't trouble Chris. I'm not thirsty, really..."
Megan chuckled bitterly to herself. What kind of situation was this? Having the big boss serve her—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
Back in his bedroom, Chris eagerly pulled out the ancient book Emily had given him.
The book was quite old, with yellowed pages and fading ink.
The cover was emblazoned with bold characters: "Compendium of Divine Weapons."
Ha, such a lofty title. Who dared to name it that?
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