Chapter 809

The two Weller's enforcers exchanged uncertain glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes.

“Even if she isn’t a full-fledged martial king, she’s definitely close—an elite martial artist at an unfathomable level. But something about this doesn’t add up. Why would someone that powerful be hiding away in a rundown monastery in the Southern Highlands?"

“Not to mention, she was practically living in poverty. Someone of her caliber could easily dominate all of Jayrodale, if not the entire southern martial world. She should be one of the top three powerhouses, at the very least.”

Harvey sucked in a sharp breath. The next second, his jealousy exploded.

He yelled, “Are you telling me that a martial king-level master just fell into Andrew’s lap for free? Absolutely not! I don’t care if I have to throw everything the Wellers have into it—I need to bring Shiloh into our ranks!”

One of the enforcers shook his head and sighed. “Mr. Weller, if you don’t want to die young, you’d best drop that idea. Something about her is strange. She even admitted that she’s sick, but even weakened, she’s still far beyond our reach.”

Harvey clenched his fists, unwilling to accept reality. “Then what? Am I just supposed to sit back and let Andrew walk around with a martial king at his side? How the hell am I supposed to kill him now?”

The enforcers chuckled. “That’s not something you need to worry about. Shiloh seems detached from worldly matters. She’s not the type to get involved in violence or power struggles. That means Andrew won’t be able to use her to his advantage.

“If we make our move against Andrew, there’s no guarantee that Shiloh will intervene. So, we still have plenty of opportunities.”

Harvey’s expression finally eased, though he still looked frustrated. After a moment of silence, he grumbled, “Fine. Let’s get back to Jayrodale. Rhodes Corporation is already struggling. I’ll make sure it never recovers and falls completely out of the top ranks in Jayrodale!

“And as for Christina and Aspen… those two wretched women—once I get the chance, I’ll make sure they’re both begging at my feet.”

The return trip to Jayrodale was much smoother.

Loud thuds echoed from the trunk as Michael kicked at the walls, his angry voice muffled but relentless.

“Andrew, you bastard! Let me out! You trying to suffocate me in here?!”

Each time he yelled, Andrew would press the gas pedal, drifting hard around a curve. A moment later, the trunk filled with the sound of retching and weak, breathless curses.

Glancing at the passenger seat, Andrew asked, “Shiloh, how are you feeling? Do you get carsick?”

Shiloh shook her head. “No.”

Of course, she would not. A martial artist of her caliber getting motion sickness would be the biggest joke of the century.

Still, Andrew had only asked to mess with her.

He leaned back casually and said, “Shiloh, your strength… must have reached martial king level by now, right?”

He was not usually one to pry, but Shiloh was a mystery and potentially dangerous. Andrew needed to know what he was dealing with.

“Martial king?” Shiloh’s voice carried genuine confusion.

Even though her face was covered, Andrew could tell she had no idea what he was talking about.

She did not even know what a martial king was?

Andrew frowned slightly before explaining, “There’s a strict hierarchy of strength in martial arts. It starts with basic martial artists, then moves up to junior grandmasters, then senior grandmasters, and then peak senior grandmasters.

“Beyond that, when someone surpasses the grandmaster realm, they become a martial king—ruling by strength alone. And from there, the levels continue to martial emperor and beyond.”

Shiloh listened quietly, her expression unchanged. After a brief pause, she shook her head. “I don’t know anything about what you just said. To be honest, aside from my name being Shiloh Greene and the fact that I’m 82 years old, I don’t remember anything else about myself.”

Andrew's expression shifted. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Then do you remember how you arrived in Jayrodale? Or why you’ve been living in that monastery?"

A flicker of doubt passed through Shiloh’s eyes. She seemed to try recalling something, but in the end, she just shook her head. “I can’t remember. None of it.”

Andrew took a deep breath. His suspicions were confirmed as he asked, “You have amnesia, don’t you?”

Shiloh responded with a soft hum of acknowledgment, her tone calm and unshaken.

“I have amnesia,” she said, her voice as serene as ever. “And I also have a condition—one that prevents me from aging. Someone once told me that I would never grow old. That I would stay like this forever.”

Andrew immediately asked, “Who told you that?”

Shiloh smiled faintly. “I don’t remember.”

Andrew fell silent. There was no doubt about it—Shiloh was harboring a massive secret.

Unfortunately, she did not remember any of it. Hence, asking her more questions would be pointless.