Ch. 1331..1340
Chapter 1331
The person in charge raised his eyes, glanced at the ordinary-looking Nine Paintings in Jenson's hand, and teased. "How can you call this a precious treasure? At best, it's just a work of art that's painted slightly well."
Though Jenson appreciated the other party's aesthetic judgment, he deliberately made it sound mysterious. "You won't be able to tell whether this is a precious treasure or not."
In order to increase the value of the treasure, Jenson handed out a Diamond Card. "As long as you can ensure that the auction goes on smoothly, I'll pay you five million bucks. Deal?"
"Five million?" The person in charge was so astounded that he carefully examined Nine Paintings again, yet even so, he did not find anything that stood out particularly.
Despite that, money had been difficult to make these days, so they were willing to accept both large and small deals here at the auction platform. If the other party was willing to pay them five million for their labor fees, then this might just be the largest deal they had ever landed in over a century.
The person in charge stood up from his chair and said
reverently, "Of course it's a deal. We promise to work closely with you to fulfill your auction requirements."
Jenson pulled out a business card from his card case." I'll contact you, then."
"Sure."
When Jenson left, a malicious sneer hung at the corner of his lips.
Was this considered bait fishing? He did not know if the fishes would take the bait, though.
Mount Pearl.
Carson came to Old Master Yorks' place and reported to him, "Sir, Young Master refuses to leave Black Widow's room." Spencer was petrified, seemingly struck by thunder.
When Cole had no interest in women, he hoped so badly that all the females would throw themselves at his son.
Now that Cole had actually slept with Black Widow, he felt like crying instead.
"Has Black Widow soiled the most valuable treasure in my family?" Spencer got up with trembling feet while wearing a complicated look on his face.
Carson congratulated him insincerely." Congratulations, Old Master Yorks. You will soon be able to hold your grandson."
Spencer said feebly, "What's there to congratulate?
Black Widow is a widow. She's destined to be cursed. Nothing good is going to come to my son if they're together."
Carson said, "But Old Master, you're the one who brainwashed Young Master by telling him that Black Widow covets him and even offers him an olive branch every day.
"When Young Master saw the bare olive tree in front of Black Widow's house, he was momentarily moved by her infatuation. That's why he decided to get together with her on impulse." Spencer could only swallow his bitterness.
"Back then when Cole wasn't interested in women, not even a female mosquito could bite his flesh. I was afraid that he would go down the same road as his mother and become an anchorite himself, stripping himself of all worldly desires and romance. That's why I resorted to all means to get all the women in this stronghold to do everything they can to move him. Who would've thought that he'd end up with Black Widow? What on earth happened to that kid's standards?" Spencer said exasperatedly.
Then, in a fit of rage, Spencer came to the Black Widow's house with Carson.
The mottled door of Black Widow's house was wide open. Black Widow had fainted on the bed with half of her body hanging off the side of the bed.
Carson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prayed. "Black Widow may be cursed, but my young master is tough. He won't be cursed."
Spencer rushed into the house but did not see Cole. Though when he saw signs of trauma at the back of Black Widow's head, his complexion paled as his voice quivered.
"Who took Young Master away?"
Carson thought about it and said, "Old Master, Jay has always been a revengeful man. Since Young Master has tainted Ms. Severe's innocence, do you think he's trying to kill Young Master as a punishment?" There was a complicated look on Spencer's face.
Regardless of how deep both the Ares and Yorks families' resentment was, he had no intention to start a conflict with Jay again.
Jay was his sister's son.
Chloe had risked her life to save him.
He would not question Jay before the truth was revealed.
"Go find him." Spencer gritted his teeth.
The Corvettes started an inch by inch search on Mount Pearl, but Cole seemed to have evaporated out of thin air and was gone without a trace.
Spencer looked at the sky and sighed helplessly. "Oh Jay, it looks like I will still have to meet you in the end."
Chapter 1332
Chapter 1332
Peach Blossom County.
When Jenson returned to Flower City Hotel and caught a whiff of the fragrant strew, his icy and dashing face broke into an imperceptible smile.
"Brother."
As soon as Jenson entered the house, Baby Zetty rushed forward to greet him.
She raised her hand that had been stained with flour and said with delight, "I'm making a wrap. Want to do it together?"
Jenson glanced at the flour tortillas spread over the kitchen counter and let out a gentle smile. "Mm."
The two siblings made a lot of tortilla wraps. Baby Zetty began counting. "Daddy's, Jens', Mommy's, and mine... Huh? There are leftovers."
Baby Zetty was stunned for a moment before realizing what was going on.
Her beautiful face turned dull and gloomy at once. "It's a pity that Baby Robbie can't eat the wrap we've made for him."
Jenson, on the other hand, said confidently, "Don't worry. I'm sure he knows that we care for him."
It was just a matter of time.
This was just like the time when he was away from Mommy for five years yet she still prepared his share every day without fail. When they reunited, he was definitely moved and touched after knowing just how much Mommy missed him.
Baby Zetty prepared several lunch boxes, and when it was time for the doctors to set out, her eyes turned pink again.
She begged Finn once more. "Please let me go and meet Daddy and Mommy, Brother Finn. Please?"
Finn's pupils darkened. Baby Zetty's soft and adorable expression had definitely melted his heart. However, a s this concerned Baby Zetty's safety, he found himself caught in a massive dilemma. Jenson said, "Mommy and Daddy can't see. If you go with me, you're only allowed to look at them quietly from the side and you can't say anything, okay?"
Baby Zetty jumped up with joy.
The commercial and residential buildings in the county were mostly old and worn-out.
Catalpa Garden, on the other hand, was a newly-renovated commercial and residential building that looked clean and elegant. Both Jay and Angeline were living in Catalpa Garden.
A few doctors came to Jay's rental house in their ordinary clothes. Both Jenson and Baby Zetty hid
among them.
When they came to the rental house, Finn raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.
After a very long time, Jay opened the door.
"Who is it?" Even though he had lost his vision, the prideful aura around him was unabated.
When Baby Zetty saw Daddy's blank and unfocused eagle eyes, tears started streaming down her face.
Afraid that she would cry aloud, Baby Zetty clenched her hand into a fist and stuffed it into her mouth.
Although Jenson was an undemonstrative boy, his eyes still turned slightly pink at this moment.
Finn was choked with emotions as well. "It's me, Mr. Ares. I've brought the medical experts from Grand Asia."
When Jay heard Finn's voice, he said, "Come in."
Angeline was sitting quietly on the couch, and when she caught a whiff of the rich chicken stew, she exclaimed with delight, "Did you bring us food, Finn?"
Finn nodded. "Yes, I did."
Jay frowned and stopped him in an overbearing tone." No, thanks. Angeline only eats what I cook."
"Did you make chicken stew, though?"
There was a crack on Jay's mesmerizing face when he heard Angeline chuckling.
"Bring it over, then!" Jay said helplessly.
Finn darted a glance at Baby Zetty and Jenson who were standing on one side in a daze.
Before they met their parents, the children were feeling down at first, but after seeing how optimistic and hopeful they were even when they were caught in an impossible situation, the children felt as if a load had been taken off their minds.
Chapter 1333
Chapter 1333
Finn patted Baby Zetty and Jenson on the shoulders. It was only then did the two children snap back to their senses.
Baby Zetty brought the chicken stew to Mommy.
Just as she picked up the spoon to scoop the stew, Jay suddenly stretched out his hand and commanded in a domineering tone, "Give me the bowl."
Baby Zetty had no choice but to pass him the bowl.
After taking it, he took a sip, then frowned and complained, "The chicken is too hard to chew, there's too much pepper, the stew is too greasy, and it numbs the tongue. Don't drink it, Angeline." Baby Zetty,"..."
Was her chicken stew really that bad?
Angeline took a sip of the stew and savored it slowly before praising, "The stew is obviously very good. The chicken is juicy, the pepper and ginger match perfectly, which makes the stew absolutely rich and flavorful."
Jay asked bitterly, "Does it taste better than the stew I make?"
He then added sulkily, "I don't like drinking chicken
stew."
Sensing his jealousy, Angeline started coaxing him as she would a child, saying, "Love is what I taste from your food, but home is what I taste from this chicken stew. Baby Zetty made this, Jaybie." After hearing what she said, Jay's stiff and charming face eased up.
"Let me take a sip, then."
Jay took a few sips of the stew, and the initial waxy texture he tasted earlier had vanished for some reason. The stew was even more appetizing now. He nodded continuously. "Mm, Baby Zetty is a good cook indeed."
Others might be quiet, but they were actually cursing in their hearts, 'Don't you feel embarrassed for saying contradictory things like that, Mr. Ares?'
After drinking the stew, Jay asked as if he had not had enough, "What else did you bring?"
Jenson passed him the wraps.
Jay picked up the wraps and tried them.
He then showered Baby Zetty with praises again," Wow, my Baby Zetty can not only make chicken stew but she can make wraps too. How did you train Baby Zetty so well? How could anyone be worthy of her in the future?"
Angeline said shyly, "Have you ever seen any parent out there praising their children like this? We need to acknowledge our children's merits and also address their shortcomings. Excessive praising will only cause your children to fail, and that's not advisable at all."
Jay said brazenly, "To me, Baby Zetty only has merits and no shortcomings."
Angeline asked suddenly, "What about Jens?"
Jay said proudly, "He's perfect."
Angeline asked playfully, "What about me?"
Startled, Jay said, "Oh my, you have too many shortcomings. You're too ballsy. Very few men can stand you."
Angeline,"..."
She thought he would praise her too but was taken aback by the surprising answer instead.
As a rather optimistic person, Angeline straightened things out for herself. "Only a few men can stand me? That's not too bad either."
Jay said in a deep voice, "Yes, apart from Baby Robbie, Jens, and me, there's practically no other man on earth who can stand your bad temper. Therefore, you should just stay by my side in the future." Speechless!
The main point that Mr. Ares was trying to say here was to tell Mrs. Ares to stay obediently by his side.
This was biased possessiveness!
After their meal, the doctor started checking Jay and Angelina's eyes.
What Angelina had was a relapse. The seriousness of her somatization disorder would change depending on her mood.
Chapter 1334
Chapter 1334
The doctor came up with a diagnosis for Angeline and concluded that she needed to be kept under observation.
As for Jay's eyes, it was a tad more tricky because his vision loss happened due to poisoning. "Mr. Ares, a special antidote is needed to reverse its effect. But I'm afraid that you'll miss out on the optimum treatment time as a certain amount of time is required for the extraction and refining of the antidote."
Jay seemed calm. "Don't worry about my eyes. I need you to find a cure for Angeline so that she can get better soon." There was nothing he cared about apart from everything that was related to Angeline.
"Yes."
When the medical team left the rental house, Jenson lingered in Catalpa Garden to gather information related to the residents living on the same floor as his parents.
When the owners returned home, Jenson blocked their way outside the door and said in a straightforward manner, "I want to rent your house, mister." "I'm sorry, but my house isn't for rent."
"I'll pay you 300,000 bucks." Jenson quoted a price that was twice the market price.
"I'm sorry, I'm not going to rent it no matter how much you offer me."
"300,000 bucks a day." Jenson increased the price.
The man's jaw dropped as he nodded blankly.
Jenson breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the Ares family's motto, 'There's nothing that money cannot solve' actually worked.
That night, Jenson checked into the room across from his parents.
The Ghost members moved into the same floor as well.
Mount Pearl.
Cole slowly regained consciousness after God knew how long.
He was lying in a cold stone cave with his hands tied behind his back. His feet were also bound while his own socks were stuffed into his mouth. The pungent smell of the socks made Cole feel sick to his stomach till he wanted to throw up.
If he knew who it was who had tortured him using such cruel and inhumane ways, he would make sure to skin him alive.
Cole was so furious that veins had bulged out of his gorgeous and flawless face. Soon, his gaze rested on a vine suspended in the air on top of him.
A teenager was lying on the vine. He was wearing a beige windbreaker, and there was a maroon scarf draped around his neck. His side profile looked impeccable.
Although that young man was lying on a flimsy and thin vine, he was still able to place his ankle on top of his other knee, rest his head on his arms, and stare at him in a leisurely manner.
His sense of balance was so flawless that anyone would be at a loss for words.
"Tell me, how do you wish to die?" The young man's lips parted slightly. His voice obviously carried a trace of warmth, but it was still able to send chills down someone's spine.
With his socks stuffed in his mouth, Cole made an attempt to talk but realized that his mouth was not moving. He flew into a rage suddenly.
The young man hopped off the vine and made his way to Cole, reaching out to pull the socks out of his mouth.
Cole cursed, "Who are you? How dare you kidnap me? Do you not know that the Yorks' stronghold is called the valley of death and you can't leave once you're here?"
The young man rolled his eyes at him and said arrogantly, "Stop lauding the Yorks' stronghold to the skies. This place is, to me, a place where I can come and go as I like." Cole's dashing face broke into a sneer.
"You've underestimated Doomsday by far too much. Doomsday defenses are invincible. The only reason why you can come and go as you like is simply because we have yet to activate our most advanced defense system. But thanks to you, the Yorks' stronghold will certainly be more vigilant this time."
The young man was slightly stunned. He recalled Lil Thirteen's advice-Grade S tasks would be extremely difficult. Whenever the military intelligence division carried out Grade S tasks, they would almost always use up a lot of manpower and resources with too many fatalities to count.
The young man said calmly, "Well, even if you're right, it won't bother me either. I have nothing to be afraid of as long as I hold you hostage."
Cole grinned and glanced at the young, innocent face of the young man. He decided to use his sly and advanced schemes to carry out a duel of words with this young man.
"I'm sorry, but you've overestimated my importance."
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Chapter 1335
Cole lay on the ground and said in an unruly manner," There are so many strong and capable men in the Yorks' stronghold, yet you chose a weak and inept person like me as your hostage. Do you think they care about whether I live or die? Listen, if I'm dead, then Spencer that b*stard will only send me off to the netherworld by beating his drums and blowing his trumpets."
The young man smirked maliciously. "Cole Yorks, you're the young master of the Yorks' stronghold. Why do you even bother trying to belittle yourself?"
Cole was petrified.
"You... You recognize me?"
"I will recognize you even after you turn into ashes."
"Fine. An honest man doesn't resort to underhanded means. Why did you kidnap me?"
The young man's thin lips curled into a blood-thirsty and cold sneer. "Why don't you give it a guess?"
Cole put away his unruly smile and said, "For money?"
Then, with an utterly carefree attitude, he said, "The Yorks have plenty of money. Go and ask Spencer for it, but don't ever shortchange yourself. Ask for as much as you want because catching me is no easy feat. I'm
curious to know how much I'm actually worth in Spencer's eyes too, actually."
The young man squeezed a few words from the gaps between his teeth. "I don't want money, I want your life."
Cole was nonplussed...
He looked at the young man's cold and deadly eyes before asking curiously, "Don't tell me that I've messed with your ancestor's grave?"
He could see that the assassin was here specifically for him.
The young man did not say a word, but his gaze was turning colder and colder like the snow that was piling up thicker and thicker on the ground outside.
"I killed your entire family?" Cole made a wild guess.
The fists under the young man's sleeves were clenched harder and harder.
When he caught a glimpse of the young man's grim and sinister face, Cole knew he was half-right.
His expression sank. "Who exactly are you?"
The young man picked up the socks that had been stained with the dirty puddle on the ground and stuffed them in Cole's mouth again.
Cole widened his eyes in shock. How dare this darn kidnapper humiliate him a second time?
The young man stood up and said faintly, "Wait for me, I'll go and buy some gasoline. I'll let you know what it feels like to burn in a raging inferno." Having said that, the young man left in strides.
Gasoline?
Raging inferno?
Cole's face paled abruptly as if he had suddenly thought of something. A blazing fire shot out of his dark and profound pupils.
'Is that you, Jenson?'
'I almost burned your father back then, so now you're trying to retaliate against me by doing the same thing, am I right?'
He let out a muffled and inaudible scream, but the young man was only walking further and further away.
What Cole did not know, however, was that his speculation had been denied by Spencer himself.
When Spencer failed to locate Cole in Mount Pearl, he brought with him a bunch of luxurious gifts to Jay's residence. Knowing that Jay was not only grumpy but also mean and haughty, Carson knocked on the door cautiously.
No one responded even after they had waited for a very long time.
The door from across the room creaked open and a head poked out from the gap.
The young man had drowsy-looking eyes as if he had just woken up.
He had fair skin and thick black hair, looking just like a pristine ink painting that was not soiled by a single speck of fine dust.
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Chapter 1336
"The couple moved out last night." After saying those words, the young man was about to close the door.
Carson hurried forward and quickly stepped on the threshold with his foot to stop the young man from closing the door.
The young man's gaze fell on Carson's feet, but he pretended not to see it and closed the door even harder.
Carson cried out in pain, "Argh!"
The young man pretended to look at him in shock, his dashing face looking as innocent as it could get.
Carson lifted his foot and rubbed it but could not bring himself to condemn this 'innocent-looking' young man.
"Hey, do you know where the couple moved to?" Carson asked anxiously.
"Why are you looking for them?" A faint and cold aura emanated from the young man's eyes.
Mommy and Daddy had intentionally hidden in this simple and crude apartment just so they could spend some time together alone, yet these annoying men just would not leave them alone. Well, they should not blame him for being rude, then.
"Uh..." Carson said, sounding embarrassed, "They're my master's relatives. We're paying them a special visit."
The young man shifted his gaze to Spencer. He seemed hale and hearty, and although the hair on his temples had turned white, he still looked refined and easy-going. He also had a pair of eagle eyes. He bore a striking resemblance to Cole.
This was most probably his grand-uncle.
His thin lips curled into a mocking sneer. "I feel sorry for that couple. Even when both of them are already blind, there are still some Tom, Dick, and Harry knocking at their door to bother them. That's why they moved out in the middle of the night."
Carson looked very disappointed. "Ah, so they've moved out, huh? Where are we supposed to look for my young master then?"
Spencer's sharp gaze fell on the young man's forbidding face. The child's eyes were bright and sharp. It was clear that he was setting them up.
"What's your name?" Spencer asked coldly.
The young man replied faintly, "Jenson Ares."
Spencer chided with a dark expression, "How dare you call us Tom, Dick, and Harry?"
Jenson looked askance at him and said arrogantly, "I didn't say that." "You're asking for a beating, kid." Having said that, Spencer motioned with his eyes at his men who were standing on his left and right sides. "Take him down. He seems to know a lot of inside information."
The Corvettes charged at Jenson immediately.
Jenson grabbed the door with both of his hands and lifted his feet off the ground, kicking the Corvettes across him like a clap of thunder. He then spread his arms and threw himself at them, throwing the Corvettes to the ground while squashing them.
"Now aren't you a pretty skilled fighter?" Spencer praised. He then positioned himself and said, "Show me how good your martial arts skills are."
Jenson knew that Spencer was Doomsday's patriarch, hence his martial arts skills should not be underestimated. Aware of his own shortcomings of not having a solid foundation in martial arts, he could only launch surprise moves to win against him.
Jenson raised his eyes and leaped onto the uncovered beam in the corridor, galloping like a gecko.
Spencer had gotten on in years, so if he was to compete with any young person in aerial footwork, then he would definitely do much worse. However, as he had gone through countless battles by now, he had gained enough confidence. He stared fixedly at Jenson without blinking his eyes, coping with all motions by remaining motionless.
Jenson could tell that he was being underestimated. He had always followed Daddy's advice when it came to fighting-a battle of wits was far more effective than a battle of fists.
Jenson hopped off the beam suddenly and launched a fake move. Spencer thought he was about to punch, but to his surprise, Jenson crossed his arms and bore down at lightning speed. Then, holding the beam with his hands, he stood on top of Spencer's shoulders.
He then launched the Thousand Pounder. Spencer let out a scornful smile. He had practiced martial arts for decades, and planting his feet firmly on the ground while holding his stance was just the basics. Jenson's Thousand Pounder, however, was an improved version. His feet sank deeper. Spencer was just about to adjust his breathing to accommodate the weight on his shoulders when Jenson hooked his feet around his neck and slithered across his back like a snake. For a second, Spencer quickly switched his stance in consternation, thinking that Jenson was about to grab him by his balls.
However, this was also one of Jenson's false moves. Afraid that Jenson would grab him by his testicles and turn him into a laughing stock, his heart jumped in shock, propelling him forward. Jenson, on the other hand, suddenly spun around and swept his feet across the ground, tripping Spencer effortlessly.
Spencer staggered almost imperceptibly. After all, he was a martial arts master, so even if he was at a disadvantage, he would make sure to hide it well.
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Chapter 1337
Raging waves were surging in Spencer's heart.
This kid clearly had a weak foundation in martial arts but managed to behave in a remarkably composed and calm manner when they fought. Furthermore, he was constantly switching his martial arts moves that even martial arts grandmasters like him could hardly ward off his attacks.
What sort of parents was capable of raising such an outstanding child?
Jenson had gained the upper hand and said coolly," Goodbye, I'm not going to walk you out."
Spencer refused to admit defeat and commanded, " Force your way in, Corvettes."
Jenson, unwilling to be outdone, clapped his hands.
In an instant, all the doors on both sides of the corridor opened up. All the Ghost members swarmed out of their nests.
Jenson ordered, "Take them down."
In an instant, the Ghost members managed to subdue the Corvettes.
Spencer was struck dumb.
The air of prestige and well-wielded authority that
Jenson possessed caught him by surprise. He started to grow curious about Jenson's identity.
"Who is he, Carson?"
Carson had yet to recover from the shock of Jenson's victory over Spencer. After a very long time, he said dazedly, "He's Jenson Ares, Old Master Yorks."
Spencer sounded a little angry. "I know his name is Jenson, but what's his relationship with Jay Ares?"
When the Corvettes heard Spencer grinding his molar teeth with rage, they all felt worried for Jenson.
After all, Jenson was the first person to ever embarrass their patriarch in Doomsday territory.
If Jenson was just an insignificant junior, then this might just be the end of him.
Carson guided him gently. "Old Master Yorks, don't you think his haughty character resembles someone very much?"
Spencer was a little nonplussed.
Jenson's wickedness and Grand Old Master Yorks' sharp-wittedness were almost on par.
"What do you mean by that, Carson?" Spencer pointed at Jenson and asked emotionally, "Who exactly is he?"
Carson introduced Jenson, "He's Jay's eldest son, Jenson Ares."
Spencer was astounded.
He then glared at Carson and hissed between clenched teeth. "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"You didn't ask, Master."
Spencer furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He hoped to treat his sister's descendants well, but heaven would always play a prank on him. Their chance encounter would almost always result in conflict.
Spencer's attitude toward Jenson changed completely, and he started claiming kinship with him in an amiable tone. "I'm your grand-uncle, Jens. I'm here to visit your mommy. Why won't you let me in?" Jenson pretended to look surprised. "Oh, how disrespectful I've been. It turns out that you're my grand-uncle. It must've been hard for you to muster such large forces to visit my daddy and mommy." He deliberately stressed the words 'muster such large forces'.
Spencer was taken aback before laughing boisterously. "I'm not here to give your daddy trouble. I brought these useless men for your dad to vent his spleen."
Jenson might be young, but he had a cold and dark temperament, so none of the sugar-coated bullets would work on him.
Carson begged, "Jens, my young master is missing. If the Ghost members have taken him hostage, I beg you
to release him. I'm willing to make amends for your parents on his behalf."
After learning about the reason for their visit, Jenson said with a stern expression, "Cole's disappearance has nothing to do with my parents."
Carson moved his mouth closer to Spencer's ear and reminded him in a whisper. "Old Master, Jenson is an evil boy and a really outstanding one too. You must never believe in what he says."
In Spencer's opinion, Jenson's speech and demeanor showed just how exceptionally mature he was. Therefore, he knew for sure that this was a responsible child. It also explained why he had such remarkably decisive characteristics.
He believed in Jenson's words.
Cole's disappearance had, once again, turned into an unresolved case. As a father, Spencer started growing worried.
"Since he's not here, we should go and look elsewhere," Spencer said in a somewhat forlorn tone.
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Chapter 1338
He took out a token from his arms and handed it to Jenson, saying, "If your parents are in trouble, Jens, take the token to Doomsday and ask for my help."
Jenson glanced at the token and took it without hesitation before saying egotistically, "Since I'm already here to help my parents, I guess we won't be needing Doomsday's help anymore."
Seeing how much Jenson despised Doomsday left Carson feeling humiliated. He said gloomily, "Why did you take the token, then?" The Ares father and son attitude of pretending to be a victim after taking advantage of other people was something that Carson found intolerable.
Jenson looked at him speechlessly and said, "A token made of platinum is worth two dollars."
Carson's lips twitched. "Are you short of money?"
Jenson replied, "One can never have too much money."
Carson shared Jenson's sentiments. "I'm surprised that the young master of the richest aristocratic family in Imperial Capital worships money so much. We're pretty like-minded."
Spencer glared at him exasperatedly and said, "Let's go."
When Doomsday retreated, Jenson glanced at his parents' room. It was supposed to be their lunch break now. Jenson felt very much relieved that they were not awoken by his grand-uncle. Flower City Hotel.
Baby Zetty was on the bed, lying flat on her belly while swiping her mobile phone enthusiastically.
When Finn knocked on the door and walked in, Baby Zetty quickly covered her phone against her chest.
"What were you looking at?" Finn asked curiously.
Baby Zetty said in an upright and honest tone, "I'm looking at recipes."
Finn said, "There's no more gas in the hotel. We need to go and buy a gas tank if you still want to make a meal for your parents tonight."
Baby Zetty frowned. "Oh dear, I'm planning to cook chestnut chicken for them today. How am I supposed to cook if there's no gas?"
Having said that, she ran into the kitchen anxiously.
Her phone had unknowingly fallen on the bed.
When Finn picked up the phone and saw the age-restricted content on the screen, his veins started bulging.
"We're really out of gas." Baby Zetty walked back listlessly.
Finn sat on a chair and immediately started interrogating. "You told me that you made two new friends last time? Can you tell me their names?"
"I told you already, didn't I? One is called Connie and the other is Zimmy," Baby Zetty said in a low voice.
"What are their full names?"
"I can't tell you."
"What kind of stuff did you learn from them, then?" Finn gritted his teeth.
Baby Zetty scratched the back of her head and said embarrassedly, "It's hard to describe it to you!"
Finn raised her phone. "Is this what you're learning from them?"
Baby Zetty flushed with embarrassment, then shook her head violently.
Finn said furiously, "I'm so disappointed in you, Baby Zetty."
Having said that, Finn stormed off.
Baby Zetty's tears raced down her cheeks.
She felt extremely wronged. She was clearly looking a t recipes, though! How did age-restricted content like that pop up on her screen?
What was she going to do now that Brother Finn had misunderstood her?
Though she was crestfallen, Baby Zetty did not forget the fact that she still needed to cook for her parents, hence she hurried to the nearest supermarket. She needed to buy a gas tank!
When Baby Zetty came to the supermarket, she was dazzled by the wide array of merchandise. She asked the customer service lady, "Miss, where can I find a gas tank?"
The customer service lady replied with a smile, "We don't sell gas tanks here, but you'll be able to find one next to the supermarket. Just walk straight ahead.1
A teenager who was choosing a lighter on the shelf raised his head abruptly and stared at Baby Zetty in a daze after hearing her voice.
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Chapter 1340
Finn blamed himself for leaving her behind and putting her life in danger because of something so insignificant. "I'm sorry, Baby Zetty. I shouldn't have lost my temper. " Finn apologized with a guilty conscience.
Baby Zetty blinked her beautiful eyes and started reflecting upon herself. "It's my fault, not yours, Brother Finn."
Finn was a little surprised. It was rare to see Baby Zetty showing such a high level of self-consciousness.
"So you know what you did wrong?" Finn asked.
Baby Zetty was pensive when she voiced out her selfreflection. "I shouldn't have gone out for a stroll when I'm so beautiful."
Finn was rendered speechless.
"Are you not going to explain to me who Connie and Zimmy are?"
Baby Zetty replied, "They're my classmates. Cornelia Matthews and Zamya Talbot. We're really close, that's why I call them Connie and Zimmy."
Finn eyed her suspiciously. Could he have made a mistake, then?
"Who taught you how to watch those age-restricted videos?" In Finn's opinion, Baby Zetty was the purest child in the family, so if she did something appropriate, then she must have learned it from other children.
Baby Zetty said, "That's an ad from a cooking show, Brother Finn. It popped up by itself."
Finn eyed her suspiciously.
Was there a virus in the child's mobile phone, then?
Not wanting to reprimand the child without any evidence, Finn decided to let Baby Zetty off this time.
However, he stretched out his hand and ordered, "I'm confiscating your phone. From now on, you can only use your phone in front of me and only for two hours max."
Baby Zetty refused to give in and pouted. "What if I miss you?"
Finn said, "You're not allowed to miss me."
Baby Zetty said tearfully, "You're really cruel, Brother Finn." She then muttered under her breath, "In the past, my daddy would never treat my mommy like that." Finn was stunned!
Baby Zetty was still treating him as her dating partner, and Finn felt very much helpless because of it.
"I'll buy you a phone watch." Finn compromised.
Baby Zetty wished to cry but had no tears. "But I'm not a kid anymore. I'll be laughed at by my classmates if I use a phone watch."
"You'll always be a child to me," Finn said.
Baby Zetty felt very much despondent.
The young man sprinted back to his base.
When Lil Thirteen saw him, she reported sternly, "The military intelligence division has sent out new instructions. Because we have made no progress, the military intelligence division has decided to send the twelve challengers to assist you."
The young man looked preoccupied. "Mm."
Lil Thirteen glanced curiously at him before turning around and leaving.
The young man shut himself in his bedroom and sprawled out on his bed. His eyes started wandering a s his thoughts drifted afar.
"Brother!" The young girl's sweet and crisp voice rang out in his mind again.
"Was that you, Baby Zetty?" The young man sat up in irritation...
The good old memories that he had put away and sealed off were now gushing out again, overwhelming him.
"Do you want to join the military intelligence division,
Robert Ares?"
"No. My parents will come and take me home," he had said with righteous indignation.
He hated his adoptive father's guts at the time.
"Your daddy is gone. Doomsday's Young Master Yorks has burned him to ashes."
"You're lying."
"Take a look yourself, then."
"Only by joining the military intelligence division will you be strong enough to contend against Doomsday. However, you have to pay a price. You can never go back to being who you were ever again."