Particularly Envious
The Mill family’s guards quickly stepped in front of Abraham and Cornelius to protect them. All hell
broke loose as both sides engaged in a chaotic brawl fighting against each other.
“Stop fighting, all of you!” Arielle shouted at the top of her lungs.
D*mn it! I can’t believe these guys would come to our territory and start a fight just because they’re
unhappy about something that belongs to us!
Due to the chaotic nature of the brawl, nobody was able to hear Arielle no matter how loud she yelled.
With no other way to control the situation, Arielle had no choice but to take part in the action. Being the
beneficiary, she naturally took the Mill family’s side in this fight.
However, she didn’t want to kill any of the attackers as they were simply blinded by their obsession with
the medical manuscripts.
Arielle used only twenty to thirty percent of her power in her strikes for fear of injuring the attackers, but
that didn’t mean they would do the same for her.
At one point, a man about the same age as her snuck up from behind and shoved her toward a huge
rock on the side.
Having been caught off guard, Arielle was knocked off balance and couldn’t steady herself in time. With
her injury being imminent, she instinctively closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact.
The next thing she knew, her body was caught in a strong and firm grip before being pulled into a tight
embrace.
Upon noticing a familiar scent, she opened her eyes in surprise and hugged the man who saved her.
“What are you doing here?”
The man that had swooped in like a knight in shining armor was none other than Vinson himself.
“I found out that the campaign would end today, so I came over to pick you up and take care of some
business on the side,” he said with a gentle look in his eyes.
Vinson didn’t bring a lot of men with him, but they were all highly skilled fighters and managed to
contain the situation within minutes.
With a single command, the men escorted all of the participants out of the hall.
Donovan’s eyes were filled with envy when he saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey with each
other.
All that cheating scumbag did was catch her when she fell! Does she seriously think of him as a
charming hero? This b*tch… None of this would’ve happened if she didn’t look down on me and beat
me up!
“Thank you for the assistance, Mr. Nightshire!” Abraham thanked him profusely.
“Don’t mention it, Mr. Mill,” Vinson replied calmly.
Although handling that situation was merely a piece of cake for Vinson’s men, Abraham was still
extremely grateful as things could’ve ended very badly otherwise.
Before he could say anything further, Vinson continued, “Mr. Mill, there are two reasons why I came
here today. The first reason is, of course, to pick my wife up. The second reason is to find the person
who tried to assassinate her.”
Thinking that Arielle had told Vinson about the assassination, Abraham said apologetically, “I’m terribly
sorry, Mr. Nightshire. Someone helped the assassin escape that night, and we have yet to find any
useful information.”
Vinson nodded and shouted out loud, “Blake!”
“Coming!” Blake responded before reluctantly pushing a wheelchair into the hall.
The only reason he used a wheelchair was because he didn’t want to dirty himself carrying the man.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda