All Chapters of The Devil's Protection: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I assumed everything would settle down for a while; at least I had more time to prepare a rescue plan for my mother and brother. But my only peaceful days were soon ended by the appearance of a girl.As usual, I changed my clothes and prepared to go out with Vincent; he said he would take me on a picnic and prepare snacks himself. It's been a long time since I've been out for a breath of fresh air. Usually, following Vincent, I hang out in fancy restaurants or noisy casinos, rarely experiencing natural relaxation.Suddenly I heard the sound of arguing reverberating in the living room, a girl's voice. I don't care about his private affairs; I want to stay in the room and wait for him to settle it; I will go there later.But there are some things that I can't avoid. The door to my room was suddenly flung open; in front of my eyes appeared a woman wearing a tight black dress, highlighting every curve, but why was the abdomen a bit different? But I don't understand, it's cold like this, b

Thinking that, I hurriedly ran downstairs; simultaneously, the servant was carrying the tea tray upstairs. Seeing me, she quickly put the tray down the stairs, reaching out to stop it. "Lady, where are you going? The boss told me to watch over you, not to let you go out to avoid affecting the wound."Did Vincent premeditate the people here to watch over me? Was he determined to kill Aboli?I mused for a few seconds, trying to sound as natural as possible, nonchalantly speaking. "I just want to go out and get some fresh air so it won't affect the wound."The servant's expression didn't change; it was still a stiff fake smile. "No, ma'am. The boss ordered I dare not disobey. Moreover, it is still sunny outside at this time. Unfortunately, you have a heat stroke; I know how to explain it to the boss now. I'm just a short servant; please don't force me."I frowned, and suddenly, a cry for help fell into my ears. The servant who had been expressionless just now couldn't contain her fear, a

When I finished my sentence, Vincent's face was black; he angrily banged on the closet next to it. The pitiful night lamp creaked, only to flash once, then fell to the ground. In the quiet space, his angry voice rang more clearly in my ears. "You can't even deal with a useless girl like Aboli. Do you still want revenge? You want to kill Clement, and I'm afraid you must wait until the afterlife!" Mentioning this, as well as profoundly touching the pain in my heart, for a moment, I felt my face white; each throbbing pain in my chest made my eyes red. "I don't need you to teach me wisdom. It is only a matter of time before I kill Clement, and later I will take his life to avenge my father." In the last sentence, I almost shouted; from the moment Vincent brought me to his side, I have always kept an attitude that is neither cold nor hot. I am always careful in every word or action to ensure the safety of my family. But today, I feel I have lost my mind; I must be crazy just because of s

In the following days, I always had to go through stressful moments as if I were on the battlefield. Vincent didn't give me a word in advance and arranged for many good werewolves to hide everywhere or suddenly appear. They will rush out from any direction, from the bushes, in the trees, or even every corner of the house. They were ordered to attack me any time I let my guard down.Crazy thoughts like that were only thought of by Vincent.I sat frustratedly under the rock, glancing at the range of several hundred meters around me. This harsh training method of Vincent is very effective. It's only been a few short days, but my observation and defense have increased rapidly. I could know the exact location of the person who tried to approach me; just like now, there was a person behind a stone wall staring at me.Based on the way he moved, I assumed it was a man.I took the pebble in my hand and threw it at the stone wall, not happy to say. "Get out, I'll see you."I had just finished s

Dara did not dare to confront me directly in the days that followed. But, of course, sarcasm, backstabbing, or pranks cannot be avoided.Almost every night, when I return to my sleeping place, I find the blanket stuffed with dead mice, cockroaches, or snakes.These things I can bear; take the blanket out, don't cover for a night, can't get cold to death. But the climax was that today, she was aiming for not my blanket but my clothes.After showering, I returned to my room to find my closet drawer open. I rushed over to check, crumbs scattered everywhere. All the clothes I brought were torn, torn and dirty inside.Behind me was a group of people covering their mouths with gloating laughter.I turned around, glanced at each person's face, and asked. "Who did this?"No one answered me; many people looked at me with pitying eyes but absolutely did not dare to point out the criminal.My chest rose and fell, a wave of invisible anger surged, and my mind seemed engulfed. I rolled my eyes and