A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

"I got it," Oliver said to Rebecca.

"How?" Lestari immediately asked in response.

Even though she had chosen to bear the effects, it seemed she hadn't received the memory herself.

"Give me the notebook from earlier, I'll write it down for you," Oliver replied.

Hearing that, Lestari quickly returned the notebook to him.

Oliver didn't just jot down notes—he wrote the entire memory he had obtained for her.

After that, he handed the notebook back to Lestari.

As she read it, her expression twitched several times, which only made Rebecca more curious.

"What is it exactly?" she asked.

"Maybe this isn't the time for you to know," Oliver replied.

"Oliver, I'm going to take some blood from this corpse. You don't have a problem with that, right?" Lestari said.

"Of course, go ahead," Oliver replied.

The corpse was still intact after who knows how long. It was, after all, a body containing a large amount of spiritual power. Time alone could not destroy it quickly.

With its condition so well-preserved, even its blood remained inside.

Lestari immediately used a knife to make a small cut on the corpse's body, letting the drops of blood fall before absorbing them straight into her Storage Ring.

Oliver also took a few drops first before returning the corpse into the space inside his Observation Ring.

After that, they left the Independent World, reappearing in the living room.

"Since we're done, I'll be leaving now," Lestari said.

Oliver nodded and followed her to see her out.

The sound of approaching footsteps made Henry and Edward, who were waiting outside, open the door.

Both of them looked curious, as if wondering whether the matter had been settled.

"Oliver, how did it go?" Edward asked.

"It's done," Oliver answered with a faint smile.

Edward sighed in relief upon hearing that.

Since everything had gone smoothly, it meant Lestari had shown them goodwill.

Lestari glanced briefly at Edward but didn't stop walking.

Edward, however, seemed suddenly filled with energy.

Ignoring Henry's attempt to stop him, he stepped forward to follow Lestari as she was about to get into her car.

This earned him sharp glares from the woman's subordinates.

"Miss Lestari…" Edward called out with a faint smile, while the woman looked unsure of what he was trying to do.

"Can I have your phone number?" he asked, revealing his true intention. He even tried to hand his phone to her.

His words instantly turned the expressions of her subordinates into visible anger.

They had seen plenty of overly confident men try to approach their boss.

Usually, this only irritated her, and it wasn't rare for her to order them to beat such men up.

Even if Edward had an impressive background, they were ready to act if their boss gave the word.

But this time, to their surprise, she didn't immediately respond. Instead, she seemed to be thinking.

After a moment, they were even more shocked.

Their boss actually took Edward's phone, quickly typed in her number, and returned it to him.

Without saying a word, she got into her car and signaled her people to leave immediately.

In no time, her car rolled away from the military compound, while Edward returned in high spirits, earning a disbelieving look from Henry.

"You see? She just wanted a better man, and now she's found one," he said.

"Hmph, maybe she's only after your money. You might not know, but she loves money and needs a lot of it to build her own empire. We were just extorted by her," Rebecca said, feeling the need to warn Edward.

But Edward seemed unconcerned.

"Money? I have plenty of it in my account. It doesn't matter if my girlfriend takes some.

Besides, do you think she's the kind of woman who would sell herself for money? Of course not. If she accepts me, it means she likes me too. Now don't bother me, I'm going to chat with her. Ooh, she's already replied to my message."

"..."

Edward clearly didn't want to be disturbed. He went into one of the bedrooms in the house.

"Mr. Whitemoon, Miss Rothschild, I'll be going now. If you need anything, just tell the servants or guards—they can call me right away," Henry said, taking his leave.

He wasn't close to them yet, so he still addressed them formally.

Oliver and Rebecca casually nodded in response.

"What are you planning to do tonight?" Rebecca asked.

"What else? Spending the night with you—I can't keep holding back," Oliver replied.

"Ehmm…" Rebecca cleared her throat instinctively at that, not expecting Oliver to say it so bluntly.

After all, the two servants nearby could clearly hear him.

Fortunately, they pretended not to have heard anything.

But just as they were talking, Edward emerged from the bedroom he had just entered, looking more excited than ever.

He carried a leather jacket he hadn't yet put on.

"Oliver, Rebecca, I'm heading out," he said, unable to hide his broad grin.

"Where are you going?" Rebecca asked, frowning.

"Lestari agreed to meet me privately for dinner, so of course, I'm going to see her," Edward said as he slipped on his jacket.

He walked quickly and disappeared from sight within moments of leaving the house.

"Let him be. I don't think she's the type with any malicious schemes, even if she can be ruthless to others," Oliver said.

He realized this was mutual attraction.

A relationship could easily start quickly if both parties were strongly drawn to each other.

From what Oliver saw, Lestari was completely normal.

She had simply endured a rough start in life, which had made her personality harsh—but only to a certain extent. She wasn't some sort of maniac.

Being their age, it wasn't strange that she wanted a partner, though clearly she valued herself highly and had very high standards.

As they spoke for a while longer, the two servants left the room.

It seemed they had gone to the small quarters at the back of the house.

They knew the two guests wanted to indulge their desires, so naturally, no one should disturb that pleasant atmosphere.

Oliver didn't bother with small talk any longer. He simply pulled Rebecca into his arms.

"I've tried seducing you twice and you refused. Hmph—and now you're the one who wants it." The woman actually scoffed while in his embrace.

"Why? Are you mad about that?" Oliver asked in response, stroking her cheek.

"You think I have no pride? Of course I was offended. It made me feel like a prostitute offering herself to a client only to be rejected," she replied.

Oliver couldn't help but laugh at that.

"All right, stop complaining—you'll find out what it's like to be hunted by a wild lion tonight," he said.

After that, he led her toward the stairs to the second floor, which he had yet to explore.

There, too, were bedrooms.