Scarlett's red sports car was now in Rex's possession.Frederick snatched the keys, started the engine, and demanded Rex direct him to Tyger and Jacob's location.They sped through the night, arriving at a dimly lit manor.Rex was trembling with fear as he pointed toward the imposing structure."They're in there," he rasped.Frederick quickly killed the headlights.At the manor's gate, two guards noticed the car and approached it. As one guard tapped on the driver's side window, Frederick suddenly threw open the door, sending the guard flying into the grass.The guard immediately lost consciousness.Before the other guard could react, Frederick had him by the throat and tossed him aside like his companion.With the guards dispatched, Frederick and Scarlett got out of the car.Rex was panicking as he begged, "I did what you asked. Please let me go!"Frederick remained silent and dislocated Rex's jaw with a swift twist to prevent further pleas.He dragged the now-silent Rex t
Tyger didn't expect his fourth reason to kneel would be because of this shameless scoundrel standing before him!As Tyger's imposing frame slowly lowered, his knees approaching the ground, a triumphant smirk spread across the middle-aged man's face.The iron-willed Tyger was kneeling before him after all.The man sneered, "If you had simply told me the origin of those two portraits, you wouldn't have had to endure such suffering. Tell me where they came from, and I'll not only give you food but also cure this blind man's ailment!"It became clear that the middle-aged man's torment of Tyger stemmed from the discovery of two portraits of his person. He had been instructed to use any means necessary to uncover their origins.However, Tyger's lips had remained sealed, even after enduring horrific torture, including the extraction of his teeth.The man's frustration with the unyielding Tyger had reached a boiling point.Hearing his offer, Tyger hesitated. The portraits were drawn by
The middle-aged man hurled chunks of steaming, fragrant meat onto Tyger and Jacob.The five Rottweilers, ravenous after two days without food, fixated on the meat with savage intensity. As their chains were released, the dogs lunged toward Tyger and Jacob. The dogs were ready to tear them apart as if they were part of the feast.Scarlett and Frederick arrived just in time to witness this horrifying spectacle. Scarlett's face drained of color as she covered her mouth in horror."Frederick, we have to save Uncle Tyger and Jacob!" she cried.Frederick's expression mirrored her alarm, but the distance was too great. Even at his top speed, he couldn't reach them before the dogs.Suddenly, he emitted two sharp barks. "Woof! Woof!"Scarlett stared at him in astonishment. Was this ventriloquism?She had no idea Frederick possessed such a hidden talent. But would it be enough? Frederick's imitation was uncannily realistic, not mere barks, but the commanding tones of a dominant alpha do
Tyger's eyes blazed, not with relief at Frederick's intervention, but with the sight of Scarlett unharmed.The middle-aged man's face drained of color as he stammered, "I... I have Mr. Griffin behind me, you..."Tyger's focus sharpened, a thrill of fury replacing the initial unfocused eyes. "That treacherous bastard, Clive! He dared to attack the Dragon League!"The name struck Scarlett like a blow, and her composure momentarily shattered.Clive was once a fellow subordinate under Draco alongside Tyger and Jacob. He had long disregarded Scarlett's authority and seized numerous territories belonging to Draco. This had caused friction with Tyger over the years, but his recent actions were a shocking escalation of his ambition and ruthlessness.Having extracted the necessary information, Frederick swiftly ended the man's life with a subtle gesture. The man's throat shattered, instantly turning him into a cold corpse. Scarlett's tears streamed down her face as she rushed to check on
The following morning, Frederick departed the mansion after ensuring Scarlett and the others had rested well. His first order of business was acquiring a phone to contact Sylvester. With a new device in hand, he dialed the familiar number, eager to resume the "family trial" that might reveal more about his father. Sylvester's voice boomed through the speaker."Frederick?""Yes, it's me," Frederick confirmed. What followed was a torrent of accusations."Where were you yesterday? I arranged a date with your fiancee! I never gave you the location, so how did you even meet her? She claims you were incredibly rude and condescending! Do you even want to complete this trial?"Frederick was taken aback by the questions. He had been unable to get a phone yesterday as the rescue of Scarlett occupied him. Moreover, he hadn't even met this supposed fiancee."Uncle Sylvester, I didn't meet her. Maybe there's some misunderstanding?"Sylvester pondered for a moment and said, "You're r
The elevator doors slid open.Frederick was eager to escape further interaction with the enigmatic woman, and he hurried into the restaurant.He quickly located the table Sylvester had specified, his mind still swirling with questions about his supposed fiancee. Though marriage was far from his thoughts, he understood the necessity of maintaining this charade for the sake of the family trial.A flicker of anticipation stirred within him as he contemplated his mystery fiancee. The image of Priscilla momentarily surfaced. To think that just two months after their divorce, he was already entangled in another engagement…Lost in thought, Frederick barely noticed the delicate hand that gently pulled out the chair opposite him.His fiancee had arrived.Judging by the slender fingers, he imagined a tall, graceful woman with smooth skin—a classic beauty. Eager to make a good impression, Frederick smiled as he looked up. However, the smile instantly froze on his face.It wasn't that
The confusion cleared up, and Frederick felt the urge to explain. He couldn't risk Anya's disapproval, not with the family trial looming over his head."Ms. Romero, there were some unpredictable circumstances yesterday. I didn't have my phone, so I had no idea we were supposed to meet. I simply happened to be at that bar. If you'd like, I can show you the message from my uncle. I only just learned your name and the details of our meet-up."He offered his phone and displayed Sylvester's message.Anya glanced at it and then replied with a hint of indifference, "It seems you are telling the truth. You were unaware of our meeting. Our encounter was purely accidental."Frederick nodded, relieved she had at least accepted his explanation. This was a vast improvement from Priscilla, who constantly doubted him and created endless misunderstandings. But Anya's next words dashed his hopes. "Because you were unaware of our meeting, your behavior yesterday reveals your true nature. You are i
"Shut up!" Anya's voice cut through the air like a knife as she slammed her hand on the table.Her swift ascent to the CEO of a promising company without any family connections had fueled Anya's immense pride and bolstered her confidence in her innate business acumen.She had proudly shared her success with friends and family, convinced she was a natural-born leader and that her decision to leave home was the right one. But now, this thug dared to claim credit for her hard work? It was utterly infuriating!Frederick stared at Anya in bewilderment as he was unsure why she had suddenly erupted.Anya's laughter was devoid of warmth. "You're my boss, you say? The company I lead belongs to you?"Frederick nodded slowly, confirming the truth.Anya leaned back, arms crossed, a mocking glint in her eyes. "Then enlighten me, what is the name of my company... or rather, your company? What does it do, and where is it located?"Frederick was momentarily stumped by Anya's rapid-fire questi
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b