"..."
Normally composed, Heloise was now feeling a bit disoriented, unsure of how to respond. She had never encountered a situation like this before.
Sighing from outside, Agatha asked, "Sis Heloise, are you there? Taking a shower? Can I come in and sit for a while?"
As soon as she heard Agatha's hand reaching for the door handle, Heloise froze, quickly speaking up, "Don't... um, don't come in."
Meanwhile, Reginald turned his face to kiss her neck, his tongue mischievously licking the delicate skin beneath her lips.
Feeling tingles throughout her body from his actions, Heloise's words came out twisted, sounding more like moans and groans.
Raising an eyebrow, Reginald observed Heloise, who was usually composed even in the face of death, now blushing and looking flustered, her confusion evident in her eyes. This was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, which seemed detached from worldly desires.
Reginald found this change amusing and
He said so much to her, and she didn't understand any of it? She's in a precarious situation now, surrounded by danger. If she wants to safely pass through tomorrow's ordeal, she needs to ask him for help. Heloise glanced at him inexplicably, then thought for a moment before sitting up from his embrace. "I should plan for tomorrow's competition again, can't afford any mistakes." In this third round, she must come out on top. Reginald sat there, watching her rise. The locks of his black hair, coiled around his forehead, slipped away and fell, as if a piece of him had suddenly vanished from his chest. As Heloise got off the bed to retrieve her laptop from the sofa, she hadn't even touched the computer bag when she heard a "bang" sound. Turning back, she saw her phone, which had been placed on the bed, thrown to the ground by Reginald. His face was livid. "..." Heloise looked at him somewhat inexplicably. "What's wrong?"
Agatha stood up from the couch, took a deep breath, and said, "Seeing you so relaxed, Sis Heloise, makes me feel much better suddenly. I think I can handle today's competition well.""...?"Just by calling her a duck, Heloise smoothed out Agatha's nervousness.What kind of logic was this?Heloise wanted to explain but eventually gave up and said, "Well, let's get ready. We need to head to the arena.""Okay."Abel and Agatha both nodded solemnly....The International Seychelles Competition was held at the local Museum of Science and Technology. Due to the buildup of excitement from the previous two matches, this time, there were quite a few media outlets present.Heloise and her team arrived fashionably late, walking into the vast technological museum under the gaze of many eyes.As soon as they entered, the air conditioning blew icy cold air, making them shiver.The competition took place in the high-rise,
"..."The journalists fell silent.Calling someone a "dog" and a "damn dog" seemed oddly endearing, giving the impression that Mr. Wordsworth was indeed a dog lover.As the "damn dog" herself, Heloise couldn't help feeling helpless upon hearing this. After Reginald uttered those words, he walked towards the audience seats, sitting four rows behind her.As soon as he sat down, Ben immediately led his people to clear the entire row of spectators.Elevated.Supreme.From start to finish, Reginald didn't even glance in her direction.Heloise withdrew her gaze and sent a message to Reginald on her phone.[Heloise: Why are you here? Your presence alone ensures that the Peak Summit Conference can't escape attention. You've lost the bet with yourself.]Reginald's influence far surpassed that of top-tier celebrities. With his appearance, it was easy to imagine that today's headlines would be dominated by this competition.
This Fred still lacks some experience in handling matters.Suddenly, Tricia thought of something and looked back, only to find the man who had occupied an entire row of seats in the audience section was no longer there.She bit her lip and stood up, deciding to walk out as well.At this moment, in the player's lounge, Heloise stood calmly against the wall, alone.When she turned into the lounge, she had Agatha leave through another route while she entered here intentionally, letting the members of the Talent Society see, thinking both her and Agatha were trapped here, thus avoiding other dirty tricks.Heloise took out her phone. The match had already started, and the matters on the field were left to Agatha. Here, she would handle them herself.The phone had no signal, which made it difficult for the Talent Society. They intentionally blocked the signal, making it impossible for her to seek help from the outside world.Heloise put awa
After speaking, Ben was stunned, suddenly realizing what he had said, and his spine went cold. He actually suggested that Heloise go appease Mr. Wordsworth. If Mr. Wordsworth heard that, he'd be done for.Heloise was speechless as well.Was it Reginald giving off the wrong impression, or was it her? Why would Ben ask her to appease such a big man?Especially one as powerful and ruthless as Reginald. Was she out of her mind?"Miss, please forget what I just said," Ben said, his face ashen.Thinking back to the tension in Reginald's eyes when he burst in earlier, Heloise felt a sinking feeling in her heart. She really didn't want Reginald to be too concerned about her.She nodded. "I'll go talk to him."Ben breathed a sigh of relief....After fixing everything, Heloise walked out of the lounge with wet shoes and feeling a bit sore in her neck and arms.It seemed like she had been too pampered recently. Even a littl
Heloise's face was momentarily buried in his chest, the warmth of his chest and the rapid beating of his heart leaving her stunned.She incredulously lifted her head to see his face pale in an instant, his teeth clenched tightly."You got shot?"Did he just take an arrow for her? Is he insane?"Why aren't we leaving?"With one hand holding the gun, Reginald fired two shots upwards and then grabbed her, pulling her down.The assassin, failing to complete his mission, naturally pursued them relentlessly.Reginald raised his leg and kicked the door beside the hallway, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut behind them.Heloise found herself following his lead passively. She tilted her head and saw that a sleeve arrow was deeply embedded in his left scapula, almost to the arrowhead.The fire was naturally extinguished, leaving traces of burning around them.Heloise looked at his sharp profile, her emotions fluct
Reginald's gaze fell on Tricia, he furrowed his brow, and finally said, "Take her to the hospital for treatment."There wasn't much tone in his voice.But for Reginald, who usually regarded others as inconsequential, to speak of saving someone was unusual.Heloise looked at the arrowhead behind him and asked, "What about you?"Hearing this, Ben looked over, and upon seeing the large wound on Reginald's back, he was greatly shocked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wordsworth, it's my fault for not being thorough. I'll take you to get medical treatment immediately.""Okay." Reginald casually tossed the gun to Ben with one hand, while his other hand still held onto Heloise's, not letting go."Then let's go," Ben said, suddenly glancing at Tricia on the ground. "Mr. Wordsworth, they both have arrow wounds. Should they be treated together?"Reginald gave him a look as if he were looking at an idiot. "Find a doctor to treat my injury at the hotel."
Heloise looked at the bloody arrowhead and wondered how he endured the pain of pulling out such a long arrow.She raised her hand and gently patted his other shoulder, saying, "It's out now, the worst part is over."Upon hearing this, Reginald pulled her in front of him, resting his head on her chest. The faint scent of mint emanated from her, immediately soothing his pain.Heloise watched the blood seeping from his back, her brows furrowing tighter. Before she could react, her hand had already wrapped around his head, fingers buried in his short hair, gently comforting him.Seeing this scene, Ben, who was watching from the side, suddenly understood everything."Luckily, no vital organs were injured, but the bone injury is quite severe. He needs rest. I'll start stitching up the wound."Doctor Phillips began to treat the wound, stitching it layer by layer.Reginald leaned against Heloise, occasionally moaning in pain, while Heloise bi