Ch. 701..710
Chapter 701
The man was shocked by the immaculate beauty that prevailed despite this woman's sickly condition.
His family lacked not of handsome men and attractive women-The enchanting, the majestic, and the stunning were all in one place.
He had always believed that he would live his life unmoved by attractive appearances, for he had never imagined finding a face like Angeline Severe's that was so weak yet so stubborn, so innocent yet so enchanting, gentle yet determined and strong.
Dualities of the woman before him shone in her eyes, and he could not help but feel his heart skip a beat for her.
"Lucky for you, the person you met is me." He touched his chin, frowning lightly as his gaze fell onto her bleeding arm. He had hemophobia, yet he weirdly did not find himself feeling the usual intense reactions at the sight of her blood.
Not to mention his inherited obsession with cleanliness had also not caused nausea at the sight of dirtied blood.
Carrying her in his arms, he brought her to his car and took out his first aid kit. Procuring the secret medicine his family concocted and stuffing it into her
mouth, he twisted open a bottle of mineral water and fed her a few sips.
Then, he tore open her sleeves to carefully dress her wounds.
After all that, he returned to his driver's seat and drove his car in the opposite direction of Imperial Capital.
His car passed Josephine and Diary Of A Garden as it sped away.
Passing by the point of collision, Josephine felt her hair rise at the shocking pool of blood.
She dialed Angeline's number, but no one answered.
When she called again, the phone was turned off.
Staring at the pool of blood, Josephine began to yell and run in a craze, "Sis Angeline! Sis Angeline!"
After running a considerable distance, Angeline was still nowhere to be found. Her panic intensified with each passing moment, and when she could no longer hold it in, she pulled out her phone to dial for Jay.
Jay felt his heart skip a beat when Josephine's ringtone began to ring with no hint of stopping. His mind was blank as he stared at his phone, the stupor lasting for quite a while.
Storm placed the phone in his hand. "Mr. President."
Shakily, Jay accepted the call and Josephine's frantic voice immediately sounded through the line. "I didn't catch up to Sis Angeline, Jay. I've been running as fast as I can, but I still can't find her-" Frenzied from worry, Josephine's words made no sense.
Despite not hearing the main point, Jay could not help but feel that Josephine's next words would have him thrown into a bottomless pit of despair. "Speak slowly, Josie."
"Jay..." Josephine suddenly wailed, "I saw a pool of blood on the road. I don't know, I don't know if it's Sis Angeline's or not. I'm so scared."
Jay's phone slipped from his hands as it fell onto the floor, his mind boggled and shocked.
"Ready the car, Storm."
"Yes, Mr. President." Storm dared not delay and quickly pushed Jay toward the parking lot.
The Rolls-Royce whizzed on the highway. Jay felt his heart thumping uncontrollably at the sight of the pool of blood, feeling like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Storm comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, Mr.
President. Miss Severe will definitely be fine."
The Rolls-Royce picked up Josephine and they arrived at the rented apartment in Imperial Capital. Even there, there was no sign of Angeline Severe.
Jay was close to breaking down. "Find her. I don't care what you do, I want her found even if you have to dig six feet down."
The following days would not be easy. Hours would feel like days and days like years.
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Chapter 702
He used all the power that Imperial Capital had to offer, but the results still chilled him to the bone.
It was as if Angeline Severe had vanished into thin air and disappeared from Imperial Capital.
Jay felt extreme remorse for such an ending. He finally understood how it felt to be regretful over something.
"Angeline, I'm sorry.
"Please come back, I'll do whatever you want.
"Even if it's a suicide mission, as long as you're willing to accompany me, I'll always be by your side. If you live, I live. If you die, I die."
In the cold, desolate night, an endless stream of tears poured from Jay's eyes.
Men cried easily too. You just needed to know what hurt them.
Three days later, Grayson, who had been out and about, returned to report to Jay.
"Mr. Ares, we've investigated all exits in Imperial Capital and have not found any suspicious vehicles. By theory, Miss Severe should still be in Imperial City. However, our men have scoured all hotels and rentals but no information about her has been obtained."
Jay felt full-body chills. His blood-shot eyes bulged as he looked toward Grayson. "What about the test results on that pool of blood?"
Grayson had an uncomfortable expression on his face as he stuttered, "Mr. Ares, we've done a genetic match on the blood. It's been confirmed that it belongs to Miss Severe."
"Ahh!" Like a lion that had been woken from its slumber, Jay let out a roar that could shatter the heavens.
"Who's the murderer?" he asked through clenched teeth.
Grayson said, "We've investigated the security footage. There was only one vehicle that passed through Imperial Capital during that time. However, its license plate became obscured by something reflective at the most critical moment. We couldn't get a good look at i t."
A violent look appeared on Jay's handsome face. "In the entire Imperial Capital, which family do you think someone who could escape this with complete anonymity would come from?" Grayson was startled. "The Ares family."
Jay did not have any concrete evidence. However, he was overcome with anger and clung on to his ironclad principle that it was better to make a mistake than to miss a kill. He knew that the Ares family had many secrets and the members could successfully escape after an accident. Thus, he showed no mercy when pinning them as one of the main suspects in the case.
"I want to make a trip to the Ares household," Jay said.
Grayson replied, "I'll make the necessary arrangements."
When Jay's Rolls-Royce pulled up at Tourmaline Estate, they were just in time to see Jack's Lincoln limousine driving out of the estate.
When he saw Jay, Jack purposefully stepped out of the car and walked over to stand in front of him as he said mockingly, "Jay, I heard that you've been looking for someone lately and have had no time to tend to your company. As your father, let me remind you of this. A man should not be tangled up in familial affairs, else you'll end up throwing the helve after the hatchet. It won't be pretty."
Jay glared vehemently at Jack. "I'm not like you, putting profits before everything else."
When you took a good look at his life, Jack Ares had not been interested in romantic love since he was young. He was also extremely indifferent toward his family and was set on becoming rich and famous. Jay could not think of any reason where he would want to harm Angelina, so after exchanging a few words, he had Grayson drive him into Tourmaline Estate.
In the end, the Rolls-Royce pulled to a stop at Chateau
de Selene.
Accompanied by Grayson and Storm, Jay barged into Chateau de Selene.
"Where's Grand Old Master Ares?" Jay asked coldly, a nasty expression coming over his face when he spotted the butler.
The butler was startled. He was probably not accustomed to the showdown that occurred every time the grandfather and grandson met.
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Chapter 703
The butler became flustered. "Young Master Jay, the grand old master is taking a break now. Why don't you wait for him here-"
Before the butler could finish speaking, Storm wheeled Jay over to Dylan's room and pushed the door open.
"Young Master Jay?" The butler stomped his foot in frustration.
Eight bodyguards were stationed outside Dylan's room. When they spotted Jay approaching with a stern expression, they sensed that something was not quite right and rearranged themselves into two rows, blocking Jay's way to the door.
Jay's wheelchair came to a stop before them.
However, Jay had no mercy for them. The minute he raised his hand, Storm and Tempest immediately understood what he wanted.
There was a crackling burst of crossfire as Storm and Tempest worked quickly and efficiently. Within moments, all eight bodyguards lay paralyzed on the floor.
The bedroom door opened from within and Grand Old Master Ares' private assistant appeared. His eyes bulged in shock as he swept his cursory glance over Storm and Tempest when he saw all eight bodyguards
on the ground.
"Young Master Jay, the grand old master wants you to come in."
Grayson wheeled Jay into the room while Storm and Tempest followed behind.
Old Grand Master Ares was sitting up in bed, blinking sleepily.
In line with his aggressive nature, Jay straightforwardly questioned him, "Where's Angeline?"
Old Grand Master Ares yawned. His eyes, which had been bleary before, became sharp like an ice-cold, flesh-cutting knife when his gaze fell onto Jay.
"Jay, you've disappointed me so much."
Old Grand Master Ares' voice was coated over with frost as his shoulders shook from anger. "You question me, your grandfather, over a woman without any evidence? Is this how you repay your grandfather fo all the years he spent nurturing you?"
"Who else could there be besides you?
Jay said angrily, "Who would have the ability to hide the perpetrators in the entire Imperial Capital? Who would touch Jay Ares' woman? Who else, besides the Ares family?"
Old Grand Master Ares slowly relaxed the grimace on his face. Suddenly, he laughed softly as he said, "So, that's how you think it is.
"Jay, what if I didn't do it? Should you pay the price for your recklessness today?" Compassion returned to Old Grand Master Ares' tone of voice, though it was with a touch of his usual impartiality.
"If you're innocent, you're free to do whatever you want to me," Jay said resoundingly.
Old Grand Master Ares nodded. "Alright, then go ahead and investigate."
Jay gave Storm and Tempest a look and they immediately left the room.
Almost half a day later, Storm and Tempest returned and shook their heads at Jay.
A look of suspicion appeared on Jay's handsome face. "Have you checked all the surveillance cameras?"
Storm and Tempest nodded.
"Did you check in the garage?"
Storm and Tempest nodded.
"What about the basement?"
Storm and Tempest continued nodding.
Jay's heart sank. If Angeline was not in the Ares household, where could she be?
Old Grand Master Ares spoke to the butler at the door." Young Master Jay has acted recklessly. You, get the whip."
The butler brought the whip over. It was made from hemp and was about as thick as a thumb.
The butler respectfully handed the thick hemp whip over to Grand Old Master Ares. Whip in hand, he got out of bed. The whip twirled and twisted itself around his hand.
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Chapter 704
Old Grand Master Ares stumbled over to Jay, a pained expression on his face. "Oh, Jay, you've always acted cautiously and steadily ever since you were a child. You never made mistakes. Yet, today, you've become this illogical over Angeline Severe. It seems I have no choice but to whip you back to your senses."
Jay straightened his back. "I'm willing to accept my punishment."
Old Grand Master Ares' eyes flashed, but it was too late. The whip was already making its descent and landed heavily onto Jay's back.
A bright red stain of blood immediately appeared on the white shirt.
Grayson, Storm, and Tempest exchanged looks of horror when they saw that.
The three of them knelt before Old Grand Master Ares and said in near unison, "Old Grand Master Ares, I, Grayson / Storm / Tempest am willing to pay with my life so long as Old Grand Master Ares forgives Mr.
Ares."
Jay reprimanded them, "F«ck off."
Old Grand Master Ares seemed to be thoroughly disappointed in Jay. His aged face was withered but was now filled with life from his anger. Angrily, he said, "You're the person in charge of the Ares family, but look at what you've been doing lately! Turning against your adoptive father, killing your biological parents, and paralyzing your own two legs. Is this how you repay me for entrusting you with the Ares family? "And now, you accuse your grandfather without reason all because of a woman. I'm extremely disappointed in you."
Old Grand Master Ares cracked the whip across Jay's back over and over again. Jay's back turned bloody as his skin cracked open and turned his white shirt red. Scarlet liquid seeped out and trickled through his shirt.
It was horrible.
Grayson, Storm, and Tempest knelt on the ground. Their eyes bulged in horror as they stared at Jay in fear.
In the end, Jay fainted in his wheelchair. His head, which had been held proudly high, slumped listlessly. Grayson immediately jumped to his feet and reached out to stop the whip when he noticed. Old Grand Master Ares said angrily, "Grayson, you dare stop me?"
Grayson's eyes flashed with anger, but he forced himself to swallow his feelings of unjust as he begged, "Old Grand Master Ares, Mr. Ares has already fainted."
"I'm whipping this useless lump to death," Old Grand Master Ares bellowed.
He too was furious.
Grayson cast formalities aside. "Old Grand Master Ares, Mr. Ares has already fainted. He's unable to stop me from doing anything now."
The threat was evident in his words.
Old Grand Master Ares only became even more furious. "Grayson, you dare threaten me?"
Grayson spoke to Storm, "Take Mr. Ares and leave."
"Yes, Sir." Storm stepped forward and brought Jay onto his back.
Tempest escorted them as they left.
Old Grand Master Ares had always been placed on a pedestal his entire life and was admired by thousands. However, today, Jay had humiliated him, and his men were going against him. In a fit of anger, Old Grand Master Ares began screaming uncontrollably.
"Take them down!"
Grayson glared at Old Grand Master Ares with his bloodshot eyes. Teeth gnashing, he said, "If anyone is to prevent us from saving him today, I, Grayson, will become the human incarnation of Satan. I'll kill anyone who stands in my way."
"Hmph. You think you can get through the barricades of Chateau de Selene?" Old Grand Master Ares said in defiance.
Storm had Jay on his back as he ran as quickly as the wind toward the gates.
However, the guards at Chateau de Selene soon poured in from the gates.
Tempest took a look at the crowd of guards and slowly undid his tie. Wrapping his tie on his hand, he took off running and jumped into the air, knocking down the guards who were standing in Storm's way. Grayson walked out of Old Grand Master Ares' room. Hostility seeped from his eyes when he saw the guards crowding toward Storm.
Everyone only knew him as Jay's most competent assistant who helped the president reign superior in the business world. However, what they did not know was that although he looked to be studious and weak, he could be exceedingly ruthless as well.
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Chapter 705
Grayson's eyes shone with bloodthirst as he dashed forward. He was as fast as a bolt of lightning as he suddenly appeared before Storm.
His fists were as ferocious as a tiger. Whoever came near Grayson would be torn to pieces by him. Else, he would target their throats, collar bones, or humerus. Only the sound of shattering bone could be heard before they all fell at his feet.
His feet were even more astonishing. Either he kicked them off their feet, or he stepped on their necks, causing them to not even have a chance to get back their feet. Else, he pressed upon their feet like a weight and watched as they sunk like a mountain being swallowed by the sea.
Old Grand Master Ares stumbled out of the room. His eyes widened in shock when he saw how skilled Grayson was. "No doubt you're Jay's men."
Finally, Grayson reached the door. There was an extremely tall man in the lineup of guards there who was guarding the door with a stance that indicated that he could hold out against even 10,000 men. Like a coyote, Grayson leaped into the air and grabbed onto Tempest's shoulders. With the help of inertia, he latched his feet onto the man's neck and twisted his body in the air. The man spun in a circle before he collapsed onto the ground, blood leaking out from all
seven orifices.
Chateau de Selene's butler hurriedly stopped them when he saw the blood flowing. "Stop, stop. Grayson, if Mr. Ares is awake, he would never let you throw Chateau de Selene into such chaos."
Grayson's eyes were murderous. "Mr. Ares' life is at stake here. If you dare to prevent me from saving him, then don't blame me for being rude."
The butler said, "You can't make it out. Look at the guards of Chateau de Selene. There are almost 1,000 elite fighters here. There are only three of you-"
Tempest cut in, "Shut up. Don't brag about your 1,000 people. Even if you had a million people, I would still make it out of here."
As Tempest finished speaking, he wound his tie around his hand. Then, he directed a punch toward the glass door, shattering it into pieces. The guards were so shocked that they took several steps backward. Storm stepped through the glass door and walked toward the gates.
Both sides had fought valiantly in the battle just now. In the end, it resulted in Storm, Tempest, and Grayson passing through the line of guards, badly wounded, with Jay in tow.
A river of blood flowed through Chateau de Selene.
Grayson and company arrived at Grand Asia's medical department where all four of them were admitted into the hospital.
Tourmaline Estate.
Word that Grand Old Master Ares had gotten into conflict with Jay Ares spread, claiming the attention of the old masters.
Jack Ares, the oldest, was the happiest. "Grand Asia's president, his intelligent, competent assistant, as well as Storm and Tempest are all nursing their wounds in the hospital. There's no one to preside over Grand Asia. In my opinion, they don't have much time left."
Jacob Ares, who was next in line, came up with a rotten idea. "Jack, Jay has been tied up with the issue regarding Angeline lately and has had no time to run the company. You might as well take advantage of this situation to seize control over Grand Asia. By the time Jay regains consciousness, it'll be too late for Grand Asia to bounce back. This way, the Ares family will have a full share of their resources." Jack smiled thoughtfully.
The third eldest remained neutral. "Jay hasn't even died. I'd advise you two not to get ahead of yourselves, lest you end up half-paralyzed like me."
The fourth son, Harper, did not want to get involved.
The next day, Jack arrived at Grand Asia with the acquisition contract and was greeted by Finn Gallagher.
Jack smiled broadly as he gazed at Finn. "Is there no one else at Grand Asia? Why did they let a lawyer take charge?"
Finn sat in the president's chair and smiled at Jack." Old Master Jack, what business do you have with Mr. Ares?"
"I heard that Grand Asia requires a few essential parts. Without these parts, your company simply won't be able to produce your smart products. Ares Enterprises produces these parts, so I'm here to discuss our collaboration," Jack stated his intentions.
Finn's gaze swept across his contract. "An acquisition contract? Old Master Jack, are you thinking that since Grand Asia has no access to these parts, we have no choice but to sell the company to Ares Enterprises, successfully giving you full control over the production line?"
Jack looked admirably at Finn. "I wouldn't have thought that a law graduate would be so proficient in business."
Finn smiled brightly. "Thank you for your praises, Old Master Jack. However, have you considered handing over the department that produces these parts over to Grand Asia? This way, our production line for smart products would be complete."
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Chapter 706
The smile on Jack's face froze.
"Besides Grand Asia, Ares Enterprises can sell their parts to Bell Enterprise and Titus Enterprise. On the other hand, you won't be able to produce anything without our parts. Who do you think should bow down?"
Finn replied, "Old Master Jack, you're wrong. There are other companies aside from Ares Enterprises who will be willing to provide Grand Asia with these parts."
"Are you talking about Bell Enterprise? You're not wrong. Bell Enterprise can provide you with an abundance of chips. However, the Ares family has patents over a few parts. Only we provide them."
Finn smiled. "Sorry, but we have those parts in stock, and there should be enough to tide us across one or two years. Mr. Ares has always had the foresight to plan while doing business. You never thought of that, did you?"
The expression on Jack's face grew ugly.
"If that's the case, goodbye." Jack left.
The secretary came in, confused. "Mr. Gallagher, where would we have so many parts in our inventory?"
Finn smirked. "That was a lie. I wanted to extinguish his arrogance."
The secretary,
"Then what should we do about the parts we need?" "Can't you see that I'm researching that?" Finn asked. The secretary raised a finger. "One last question. What exactly did you major in?"
"I have a bachelor's in finance, a master's in business management, and a Ph.D. in microelectronics."
The secretary was speechless.
"I thought you were a law graduate?"
"I was the champion of a global speech competition. Mr. Ares let me take a double major in law."
"Are you a genius?"
"I fall short of the best, but I'm better than the worst."
"Who's the best? And who's the worst?" the secretary asked curiously.
"The best is Mr. Ares. As for the worst, that would be Grayson and Storm, those simpletons."
The secretary had a horrified expression on her face. Did Finn just call Mr. Grayson a simpleton? She did not know about Storm and Tempest, but Grayson was known as a genius within the industry." "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Grayson will beat you up?" The secretary gulped.
Finn stood up. "That reminds me, I've got to check in
with them at the medical department."
When he arrived at the medical department, the nurses were changing the bandages on Grayson, Storm, and Tempest.
Finn leaned lazily against the door, his hands in his pockets. He looked as sad as a little girl.
"Why didn't you bring me along for the night?"
"Man, you're the visual of Grand Asia. What would we d o if your face got injured?" Tempest said teasingly.
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Chapter 707
Finn arrived at Jay's private ward. Jay lay on the bed, his back all whipped and bloody. He seemed to be on the brink of death.
Finn got down on a knee and said softly, "Mr. Ares."
Jay opened his eyes slowly. When his bleary gaze focused on Finn's face, his lips fluttered excitedly. He was putting in a lot of effort, but no sound came out.
He was too weak.
Finn had to place his ear right next to Jay's lips before he could hear the sounds of his low, faint breaths.
"The Ares family has nothing to do with Angelina's disappearance. Finn, focus on that car and continue tracing its whereabouts. The owner must be someone important."
Finn replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Ares. I'll make sure I find the missus. You just focus on getting better."
Jay's head felt heavy. His thoughts were all fixed on Angelina, and he felt nothing but regret.
He kept thinking, 'If only I wasn't soft-hearted and took Old Master Severe's advice, I wouldn't have given up on Angelina. Similarly, this would not have happened to Angelina.'
A mountain villa stood halfway up Dragon Spring Mountains, which was just south of Imperial Capital. The villa was surrounded by a group of uniformed men, all of who had a gun strapped to their waist. They all had a solemn, stately expression on their faces.
Compared to the solemnity outside, the atmosphere within the villa was light and breezy.
Angeline was shaken to her core the moment she opened her eyes.
There was an extremely handsome man who seemed to be almost 1.9 meters tall. He was dressed casually in a T-shirt and seemed to be a cheerful type of person. However, he was standing by her bedside, staring attentively at her whilst he held an infusion bag.
When he saw that she had woken up, the man began complaining, "You're so weak. You've been unconscious for eight days. I've already given you the most expensive anti-inflammatory medicine in my house."
His voice was like a breeze that traveled through the caves-Clear and cool, it felt like a gentle spring breeze on one's face.
Angeline stared at the man's face, confusion apparent on her face. "Have we met?"
The man's handsome face grew solemn as he said unhappily, "This method of flirting with men is so old-fashioned. I didn't think you were just pretty without any substance." Angeline gave him a disgusted look. "I'm not interested in handsome men."
The man's features were so delicate that they seemed to have been carved into his face. His eyes and brows made him seem like he was smiling, even when he was not. He was devastatingly handsome. However, when compared to Jay, he seemed like a new -born puppy with no aggression whatsoever. There was always a slight drawback in charm when a man did not have any fangs.
Unlike Jay, who although never smiled and had the nickname of 'ice sculpture', he always emanated powerful, stern vibes. He made her feel safe.
However, she had already lost interest in Jay. This man was nothing.
The man stared at Angeline, suspicious of her ' uninterested' attitude. "Are you trying to flirt with me by pretending to be uninterested?"
Angeline did not know what else to say.
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Were you the one who crashed into me?" She was suddenly reminded of what had happened that day.
She had split up with Jay, and a car crashed into her when she ran out of Garden Of A Diary. The driver must have been this handsome man.
The man pouted as he said, "It was you who crashed into my car. You even destroyed the headlights."
Angeline glared suspiciously at the man. "Who got into an accident and wounded someone but didn't report themselves to the authorities? Instead, you even smuggled me into your house. Aren't you afraid tha my family will come looking for you if I died?"
Angeline's expression grew melancholy as she remembered how Jay had sounded when he threw her out.
How could he possibly care about her the way he had before?
The Severe family did not have the means to find her, right?
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Chapter 708
The man smiled. "Seems like I've rescued a scoundrel. You would've been dead if it weren't for me."
Angeline glanced nervously at the infusion bag. "Are you giving me fluids this way? Can't you use a stick to support it?" "I'm holding it for you and you still aren't satisfied?" The man looked at Angeline incredulously. "Do you know who I am?"
His expression made it seem as if she should be honored that he was doing anything for her.
"I don't care who you are. To me, you're the perpetrator. You should take responsibility for injuring me."
The man curled his lips upward as he said aggravatedly, "It was you who came crashing toward my car. You even damaged the headlights on my car. You need to pay me back."
Angeline said, "I don't have money, but I do have a life. You can take it if you want."
The man smiled when he realized that she had some bite in her. "Oh, nevermind. You can't afford my car's headlights. All you need to do to pay me back is to stay at my house and tend to my plants." Angeline immediately refused. "I don't know how to
tend to plants. How much do the headlights cost? I'll pay you back."
The man knitted his brows together. "No one has ever bartered with me. You won't be able to afford the headlights."
"Don't underestimate anyone."
The man raised a finger. Angeline burst into laughter and asked, "10,000?"
The man shook his head.
"100,000?" Angeline cried. "It's just a small, ordinary car! I can't even tell which country it was made in from that dumpy logo. The entire car might not even cost 100,000 dollars, but you're asking for that price for headlights? This is daylight robbery!"
The expression on the man's face grew ugly. "Did you just call my favorite car's logo dumpy?"
Angeline retorted, "The design of the car itself is even dumpier!"
The man put down his finger. "Alright. How much do you think it costs?"
"1,000 dollars. At most."
The man took a shaky breath. Headlights that had cost several million dollars to make were reduced to not even a fraction of their price.
"Never mind, you don't need to pay for it anymore."
The man was frustrated.
What was wrong with this woman? Could she not tell that his precious car was made from a very special material?
"Hey, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" Angeline was so hungry that she was beginning to panic.
The man shouted, "Mrs. Zimmer!"
A plump, curly-haired woman entered.
She walked up to the man, her actions and tone of voice full of respect. "Young Master, what do you require?"
Angeline looked curiously at the servant. The man seemed to be harmless and friendly. There was no reason for the old lady to be as afraid as she was. However, the old lady's body was coiled as tightly as a piece of string. It was evident she was terrified that she might say something wrong.
"This young lady is hungry. Prepare her something nice."
"Yes, Sir."
After the old lady left, Angeline gave the man a careful look and said, "She seems to be terrified of you."
The man grabbed an apple and shoved it into his mouth. It was not an elegant thing to do, but he made it seem exceptionally regal.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" he returned the question. There were millions of people who were terrified of him. He had never seen anyone who was not afraid of him.
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Chapter 709
"Why should I be afraid of you?" Angeline asked.
The man fixed his gaze on her. "What if I told you, I have a very special identity. I can control whether you're alive or dead, and even crush you to death like an ant. Would you be afraid?"
Angeline extended her unharmed hand. The man was slightly startled. How dare this woman boss him around?
In the end, he still helped her to her feet.
Angeline raised her eyes to him. Her brows were melancholic, and her eyes were beautiful. They looked like the kind of poems that were difficult to understand, with a deep and hidden meaning that enraptured people.
"If you do have that kind of power, please, I beg you, crush me to death now," she pleaded, the sadness evident in her voice.
The smile on the man's face froze. Suddenly, he remembered how she had thrown herself into his car's way without abandon when it happened eight days ago.
"I can't believe I forgot. You were already seeking death."
Angeline flopped back down on her bed, ignoring him.
The man had always despised women who did not appreciate their lives. However, for some reason, he could not bring himself to despise Angeline Severe.
He thought it was odd. What was so special about this woman to the point where it cured him of his mysophobia and hematophobia? Not only that, he did not feel any distaste when she touched him. "Tell me, what's your name?" he asked.
"Angeline Severe," she answered.
"Alright, I'll go visit your parents one day. You'll just have to wait to be my bride." The man hung the infusion bag on the nearby rack and turned around to leave.
Angeline looked at him depressedly. "Are you mad?"
The man turned around. "Aren't you happy that I'm marrying you?"
Angeline asked, "Why should I marry you?"
The man walked back toward her and laid out his reasons. "I saved you, and you gave me your life in return. Besides, it just so happens that I don't resent you."
Angeline began coughing violently. "That's not love. Real love, is me liking you and accepting you for who you are. I live in this world because of you. I work hard because of you. I'll only be happy when you're happy."
The man acted as if he had just heard a fairytale."
How ridiculous, living life for someone else."
Angeline said, "You think it's ridiculous only because you haven't met the woman you're crazy for yet."
The man knitted his brows together. "There are many genetic diseases within my family. We're all severely mysophobic and have a phobia toward blood, so naturally, I feel resistant to any strange women. However, you're the only woman so far that I have not felt any distaste toward. It's not easy for me to meet a woman who I don't feel disgusted toward, so let's not talk about me meeting a woman that I'd give my whole life up for."
Angeline said silently, "So, people diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive mysophobia lead such miserable lives, huh?"
Her family produced an abundance of people with mysophobia. What could be done?
"Thus, I'll marry you." The man concluded.
Angeline said, "I've been married before."
The man was startled. As he stared at Angelina's youthful face, displeasure appeared in his eyes.
He was late to the party and had to wait for the next round?
"I don't mind."
"I also have three kids," Angeline continued.
The man grimaced. He had finally met a woman who he did not feel distaste toward, but it seemed that her qualifications were not that great.
"I don't mind."
This time, it was Angeline's turn to be startled.
It was not that the man did not have a choice.
Conversely, she could tell that he was extremely rich from the way he was dressed, and he moved elegantly and regally. Although he spoke gently, it was laden with the confidence that came with the rich and powerful.
A man like this surely had a noble identity. He could get any woman he wanted, so why would he marry a woman he picked up from the streets to be his wife?
That was much too casual, was it not?
"I mind," Angeline said. The glint in her eyes faded, like how the Milky Way would look like if it got sucked into a black hole.
"I don't need a man," she said lightly.
Chapter 710
Chapter 710
She and Jay had been deeply in love for two of their past lives. She had thought that even if the entire world gave up on her, Jay would never do so. Yet, in the end, Jay was the one who hurt her the most.
The man smiled lightly. "I'll decide on the best date for us to settle everything."
His smile was so gentle, but his words showed his dominance.
Speechless, Angeline glared at him. Did he not understand human speech?
"Marry me, and I'll take care of the man who hurt you," the man stared into her eyes and spoke seriously.
Angeline immediately rejected him. "I don't need you meddling in my affairs."
No matter how much of a b*stard Jay Ares was, she wanted to be the one who took care of him.
The man was stubborn. "You'll be my wife the moment you marry me. The only thing I can't give you is the love you speak of. As for the rest, I can satisfy you."
With that, the man turned and left.
Angeline,"..."
Had this man always lived with such an ego?
Did he think that he was the center of the world and everyone needed to revolve around him?
A while later, Mrs. Zimmer came in with a bowl of plain porridge.
"Miss Severe, please take this porridge."
Angeline was startled as she looked at the bowl of plain white porridge.
Should patients not be eating nutritious food?
Nothing had been added to the porridge. How was she supposed to regain her energy?
Mrs. Zimmer seemed to realize her confusion.
Smiling, she said, "Miss Severe, Carson is out on business and the young master does not dare to kill as he has a phobia toward blood. You'll have to eat plain porridge these two days, alright?" Angeline was flabbergasted and laughed as she said," A large man doesn't even have the guts to kill a tiny animal? Is he still a man?"
Mrs. Zimmer was stunned. It seemed that the young lady had severely misunderstood the young master.
"Miss Severe, what does a person's bravery and temperament have to do with killing a tiny animal?"
She only knew that the young master was more terrifying than Satan himself. No blood was ever shed when he killed.
Angeline finished the porridge and returned the bowl to Mrs. Zimmer. She smiled sweetly as she said," Thank you, Mrs. Zimmer."
She had a very sweet smile. It was like medicine with amazing healing properties.
Mrs. Zimmer was shocked by her smile. The girl had smiled genuinely.
Unlike the masters in the family who were all pretentious. On the surface, they were all smiles, but inwardly, they could not wait to stab and betray you.
"Miss, you look so beautiful when you smile. No wonder the young master has fallen in love with you."
Angeline leaned her head against the headboard and closed her eyes.
However, the moment she closed her eyes, she could not stop herself from reliving the moment she and Jay had ended things.
Her heart felt as if it had been frozen by ice whenever she thought of his cold, distant gaze.
When Mrs. Zimmer left the room with the empty bowl, the man was standing by the window, smoking. The smoke clouds turned the surroundings hazy, blurring his exquisite face. "Mrs. Zimmer, what did she say?" he asked.
Mrs. Zimmer smiled. "I suppose Miss Severe is craving meat congee!"
The man furrowed his brows and snuffed his cigarette violently. As he turned around, he said, "Prepare a chicken. I'll kill it." i
Mrs. Zimmer was stunned. It was worth noting that the young master had never killed an animal in his entire life.
He had done numerous notable things. However, this one small thing was a challenge for his mysophobic, blood-phobic self.