Chapter 882 - 437: He Loves Her, Yet It Has Nothing to Do With Her (First Update, Requesting Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 882: Chapter 437: He Loves Her, Yet It Has Nothing to Do With Her (First Update, Requesting Monthly Ticket)

"Really? The Grant Branch can actually hold their own against the Stetford Family? Aren’t they part of the Celestial Path Sect? I heard the Celestial Path Sect emphasizes ’non-action’, aligning with nature. How could they be opponents of the Stetford Family?" Kenneth Osborne showed a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

The smile was too powerful; Caitlin Gilbert seemed almost enchanted, blurting out everything she should and shouldn’t say.

"Mr. Osborne, it’s not exactly like that. Every generation has its talents, each leading the trend for hundreds of years. Our Grant Branch is the orthodox of the Celestial Path Sect. In recent years, a prodigy without equal emerged! In his thirties, he became the winner of the Celestial Path Sect World Cup! Then he won again, already indisputably the leader of the Celestial Path Sect worldwide!"

"Do you know about the Celestial Path Sect World Cup? It’s the competition that everyone in the Celestial Path Sect worldwide aspires to, just like athletes around the world aspire to participate in the Olympics! — It’s the Olympic Games of the Celestial Path Sect!"

"And it’s held every four years!"

"So, for the last eight years, this genius from the Grant Branch has been the leading figure of the Celestial Path Sect!"

"He is skilled in feng shui face reading, can exorcise ghosts and capture demons. No matter who, once he looks at you, he can discern your origins and even solve your problems!"

"Do you know the country’s biggest investor, Mr. Birt? He’s over eighty years old and once had a major disaster destined for him. It was this person who changed his fortune and extended his life, allowing him to continue living!"

"Under his leadership, our Grant Branch grew from a small sect of less than five hundred people to a large sect of fifty thousand!"

Kenneth Osborne listened carefully, his mood growing heavier.

This Celestial Path Sect Grant Branch seems quite formidable.

It’s not that they have skills, but rather, they have powerful numbers.

This kind of unscrupulous sect gathering so many people must have someone stirring up trouble within.

Speaking of the Celestial Path Sect, Kenneth Osborne inevitably thought of Lawrence Winters.

Her family’s ’family enterprise’ still consists only of her and her mentor, no, maybe one old saint, a total of three people.

No way!

Kenneth Osborne suddenly understood why Lawrence Winters suddenly wanted to come here.

Does she want to participate in that Celestial Path Sect World Cup competition?!

She quietly resigned, then traveled here alone, then got involved in a fatal lawsuit because of fortune telling—is it all because she wants to join that competition?!

Kenneth Osborne discreetly gathered more information about the competition rules.

This happened to touch on Caitlin Gilbert’s area of expertise.

She proudly said, "I returned to the country to help organize this competition. My father, known as Mr. Gilbert, is one of the Grant Branch’s three elders and the winner of the previous two World Cups."

"...So the extraordinary genius is your father." Kenneth Osborne understood, laughing, "Truly honored."

"Yes, my father is exceptionally skilled!" Caitlin Gilbert wasn’t aware she was boasting.

She genuinely admired her father, so she accepted Kenneth Osborne’s words at face value, unaware of any underlying sarcasm.

"...If the rules are so strict, can you still register last minute for the competition?" Kenneth Osborne asked with some curiosity.

"Generally speaking, you can’t. The deadline was last year in theory. But you know, there are exceptions to everything. As long as you’re recommended by someone influential, you can register before the official competition begins."

Kenneth Osborne responded with an "Oh," nodding, "Thank you, Miss Gilbert, for the information. It’s quite interesting here."

However, he was just being polite; in fact, he saw this Grant Branch of the Celestial Path Sect as a bunch of frauds.

Far less reliable than Lawrence Winters and Nick Zeller.

Although he had reservations about those two, he had known them for many years, and at least he trusted their character.

In contrast, the Celestial Path Sect’s Grant Branch simultaneously claimed orthodoxy and secretly competed with the Stetford Family, which made Kenneth Osborne, a science and engineering major, think it was a case of ’selling dog meat under a sheep’s head’.

Caitlin Gilbert continued to energetically promote the excellence of their Grant Branch, seeming almost like she was recruiting new members.

Fortunately, at this moment, the waitresses who had been vying to deliver the bill announced the results. A chubby waitress came over with the bill, her face flushed, saying, "Sir, your bill."

In speaking, she nearly bit her tongue.

Kenneth Osborne glanced at her, smiled, and pulled out his credit card, "Thank you."

He was so gentlemanly and courteous, showing no disdain because of the waitress’s weight, immediately capturing many hearts.