All Chapters of Sir Ares, Goodnight!: Chapter 701 - Chapter 710

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 t

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

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

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 Angeline’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 Angeline, 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 Angeline. Similarly, this would

“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, i