Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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Surrounded by mountains, the villa seemed even more secluded during the night.

The only sounds piercing the silent night were the rustling of leaves, the cries of nighthawks, and the occasional calls of other mountain–dwelling creatures.

Within the villa estate, twenty or so guards patrolled the surroundings with unwavering attention, forming an impenetrable defense perimeter.

All of this was on the orders of Karl.

Any slip–up, and they knew they’d pay dearly.

Gilmore was confined to a bedroom on the top floor of the villa

Though he was still apparently unconscious, the martialists from Blade Gate, not taking any chances, had the butler bring some ropes and tie him up securely.

It seemed there was no

no way for Gilmore to escape.

Two of the Blade Gate martialists stood guard in the room, while the other two rested.

This way, they could keep an eye on Gilmore around the clock, ensuring he was under constant surveillance.

The stillness of the mountain night made the hours seem incredibly long.

In no time, the two martialists guarding the room started to yawn incessantly. Their eyelids grew heavy, weighing down like, they were filled with lead.

Soon, they drifted off to sleep on the couch, their soft snores filling the room.

At that very moment, Gilmore, who was supposedly in a deep–drug–induced slumber on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

Channeling his anima, he gave a slight shake to his bound wrists. The ropes that held him loosened

With a little effort, he sat upright on the bed.

That’s right. Gilmore was never really knocked out by any drug. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

At the bar, when Karl had Leopold pour him glasses of rémy martin, Gilmore used God’s Eye to detect the presence of a sedative in the drink.

However, he still downed three glasses.

He believed that he could use his anima to neutralize the drug’s effects.

Yet, after drinking the three glasses, it felt as if he had just consumed plain water.

He didn’t even need to use his anima to counteract the drug.

At first, Gilmore was quite perplexed as to why he felt perfectly fine.

Soon enough, he found his answer.

The old sage who had given him the elixir had mentioned that it would make him immune to all illnesses.

It seemed that even a sedative was

no match for his fortified system

Thus, even after drinking the spiked wine, he felt nothing.

Later on, Gilmore pretended to be affected by the drug, allowing himself to be captured and taken away by the Wyatt

brothers.

He was curious about what tricks they were up to.

Approaching the sofa, Gilmore saw the two Blade Gate martialists, snoring away. Swiftly, he immobilized them by attacking their acupoints, a skill he learned from the manual from Tristan.

So he used it directly.

Gilmore was confident that he had put them into a coma that would last until the next morning,

Just as he was about to leave the room, Gilmore’s sharp ears picked up on something.

He could hear the faint steps of a skilled individual stealthily approaching the mansion.

Although this intruder moved silently, escaping the notice of others, Gilmore’s exceptional hearing caught every detail.

When Gilmore channeled his anima and concentrated deeply, he could hear the distant sound of the ocean and the whinnying of horses galloping across the plains.

Therefore, any slight disturbance around the mansion was crystal clear to his ears.

Gilmore heard that someone had entered the mansion grounds and was rapidly approaching the villa where he was. Through God’s Eye, he had a clear view of the intruder.

It was a figure dressed entirely in black, with a face covered except for a pair of eyes.

However, even with the intruder’s identity concealed, Gilmore recognized her instantly.

Juline!

Sure enough, it was her!

The reason he suspected her was because back at the Wyatt bar, he had told her he could help her with her troubles.

And that trouble was Karl

God’s Eye had shown him how Juline was perceived at Blade Gate. She was seen as the perfect match for Karl by the head of Blade Gate, Karl’s grandfather, and everyone else in the sect.

They all believed she should marry Karl, who was not only handsome and talented but also had an exceptional martial arts gift.

But Juline had no feelings for Karl.

The weight of everyone’s expectations pressed heavily on her.

This overwhelming pressure felt unchangeable, leaving her feeling trapped and powerless.

So when Gilmore pinpointed her deep-seated worries and claimed he could help, she undoubtedly saw him as a lifeline.

Knowing this, Gilmore realized that Juline had come to rescue him.

If that’s the case, he couldn’t casually walk out of his room anymore.

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Consequently, Gilmore returned to the bed. He hid the rope beneath it and then lay on top, feigning unconsciousness.

Soon after, shouts echoed from outside the villa, followed by the unmistakable sounds of a skirmish.

Given the tight security around the mansion, it was clear that Juline couldn’t possibly infiltrate it without being detected.

Hence, she evidently chose to storm her way in.

Minutes later, the noise of the battle ceased, leaving the villa in eerie silence.

No doubt, those guards and martialists had been knocked out by Juline.

Then, footsteps approached the bedroom door.

A figure in black, face hidden, entered the room.

Even though her attire concealed her entirely, the captivating eyes gave away that she was a woman.

The dark clothes couldn’t mask her stunning figure.

Upon spotting two members of the Blade Gate sect, apparently fast asleep and snoring on the sofa, Juline’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“These two are supposed to be Blade Gate martialists?” she thought. “They’re more like two slumbering pigs!

If a real enemy had broken in, these two, with their affinity for napping, would probably die in their sleep.”

Juline then moved forward and attacked their acupoints, intending to keep them in a coma.

However, she was unaware that both had already been immobilized by herself and Gilmore earlier.

This meant that the two of them would not only be unconscious till dawn but remain unconscious until the next evening

The two they would get ‘double–crossed‘ in sleep.

Martialists of Blade Gate would never expect t

After ensuring the two martialists were in a coma, Juline approached the bed where Gilmore lay

She retrieved a small jade bottle from her clothing, poured out a tiny black pill, opened Gilmore’s mouth, and placed the pill inside

Upon feeling the pill, Gilmore immediately sensed a nauseating and pungent odor that made him uncontrollably sneeze.

“Juline, what on earth did you feed me? Ugh! This taste is unbearable,” he exclaimed, a tone of complaint in his voice.

it was me who came to rescue you?” Juline looked at him in surprise, “You knew

Gilmore smirked, “Was there any doubt? Your eyes are so captivating, and your unique fragrance is unmistakable. Even with my eyes closed, I’d know it’s you.”

Caught off guard and unable to retort, Juline’s elegant scent and distinctive eyes indeed made her easily identifiable. She replied, “What I gave you was an antidote for the poison you ingested. I’m here to save you, we need to get moving.”

The urgency in her voice was clear. She knew Karl would soon be aware of the intruder.

With a helicopter at his disposal, he would reach the mountain villa in just over ten minutes.

She needed to make a swift exit with Gilmore.

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Yet, Gilmore seemed unbothered. Acting all weak–kneed, he said, “Juline, I’ve been poisoned and feel drained. I doubt I can

walk.

“Just

leave me behind; if you try to carry me, you won’t get far.”

Juline, now visibly irritated, thought, “When did I say I would carry him?”

She shot back, “The antidote I gave you should counteract the poison’s effects. Why can’t you walk?”

Gilmore responded, T’m just an ordinary guy, not a martialist like you.

“How can I instantly recover from such a potent toxin?

“But if you’re willing to carry me, I might help solve that problem that’s been bothering you.”

Hearing this, Juline bit her lip and warned, “This better not be one of your tricks. If you deceive me, you’ll regret it

Gilmore grinned, “Of course, I mean it. You think I’d go back on my word?”

Sighing in exasperation, Juline turned her back to him, positioning herself for a piggyback. With a hint of reluctance in her voice, she said, “Alright, climb on, and I…. I will carry you out of here.”