Mystery man

The furore at the birthday party, like a sudden summer rainstorm, has set an unnamed fire in Hannah Jones' heart.

Her proud character would not tolerate any offence, especially not from the person who had laid hands on the lady's gift.

And so.

With an irresistible air, she went straight to Lisbeth Dawson.

An excuse was made to get an account of the bracelet that had been broken.

Mary, who followed her, was accustomed to looking at her master's face in her daily life, and at this moment, she even added fuel to the fire, with a sharp and harsh voice:

"Aiya, what an ungrateful dog, actually dared to break the bracelet that the young master had carefully selected for the madam, I'll see what he can afford to pay for this heavenly sin!"

Mary said while also deliberately straightening her waist.

Taking advantage of Hannah Jones's authority, foxing her.

On the other hand, Hannah Jones on the side looked on with cold eyes and did not utter a word, seemingly acquiescing to this arrogant attitude, completely disregarding the discipline and restraint that should be imposed on the house slaves.

Yet.

Just as this tension was about to reach its peak, Lisbeth Dawson surged out of the crowd, pushing Mary away with an almost determined force, and stepping in front of Auntie Red.

Those clear eyes shone with inviolable determination:

"Hannah Jones, what do you mean by that!"

Facing Lisbeth Dawson's questioning, the corner of Hannah Jones' mouth hooked into a mocking smile, "Yo! Has our little bitchy hoof learnt to rebel as well?Mary, tell me, what kind of punishment should a slave who is improperly disciplined receive according to the house rules?"

Mary sniffed, a smug and sinister smile appeared on her face, as if she had everything under control, "Back to Madam, for such a great offence of disrespect, naturally, both legs should be broken as a punishment."

Hannah Jones gently raised her eyebrows, her tone full of provocation:

"Why don't you get out of the way? If I can let this guy who doesn't know the rules get the lesson he deserves, I promise I won't pursue you for your dereliction of duty. After all, the bond between us is not so easily destroyed by such trivialities, right, good sister?"

Yet.

Lisbeth Dawson's eyes grew red, and the scene before her made her heart ache.

This person who once called herself a "good sister" had in fact taken away everything from her step by step.

Affection, status, even dignity.

"No way," she said in a thin but firm voice, "I will never allow you to bully Auntie Red again."

All this time with Auntie Red, Auntie Red had taken care of her in every way, and that mother-daughter feeling had been seared into Lisbeth Dawson's heart.

She, Lisbeth Dawson, has never been a benefactor.

This time, there was no exception.

Auntie Red's eyes flashed with a sharp light that was like it could penetrate the fog of years and reflect her past glory.

When she was in the prime of her life, she had been the personal bodyguard of that honourable lady, and her heroic deeds had become a legend in the jianghu.

At that time, she not only had outstanding beauty, but also had an excellent martial arts skill.

She was able to take the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops and horses.

With their own strength to protect the Lord's family.

Her valiant posture made countless men ashamed.

At this moment, she slowly stood up, her movements carrying a majesty and calmness that could not be ignored.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Only seeing the slightest movement of her figure, the surrounding bodyguards fell down like scarecrows, which was both a display of strength and a touch of remembrance of the glory of that year.

However.

It was then that the cunning figure of Hannah Jones emerged, her mouth spewing words full of malice and disdain, attempting to overwhelm everything with sheer numbers.

Auntie Red knew in her heart that the true one against one hundred was only a legend, and that human physical strength was limited, but her unyielding pride made her not flinch even in the face of the heavy encirclement.

Her figure in a group of bodyguards in the shuttle, punching and kicking is the flow of years of hard work, just distracted, can no longer take care of the safety of Lisbeth Dawson.

At this critical moment, an unusual wind whisked by.

People's eyes were involuntarily drawn to focus on the plush sofa where a strange man sat at ease.

His image is both bizarre and striking, the stay to five centimetres long black nails, untrimmed, revealing a kind of uninhibited beyond the world.

Long black hair half covered, both a little lazy, but not lose the wild atmosphere.

Clothing loose, exposed chest muscle texture, and that clothing seems to carry some kind of strange fur, people see the heart warm, want to touch the seemingly soft texture.

His face was as fair as jade, the melon face shape gave him an unearthly beauty, his red lips lightly hooked, revealing a hint of playfulness and coldness.

His narrow eyes were like peach blossoms budding in spring, and when they narrowed slightly, they were both charming and carried a hint of a dangerous message.

That smile, which at first appeared ordinary and uninteresting, concealed a deep meaning, making people unconsciously feel an inexplicable chill, as if they were being peered at by some unnameable force.

"Hehe, it seems that this king's arrival is really timely, before showing up, you guys are killing each other first?"

The man played with his slender nails, not raising his head, and in this careless movement was a deep contempt and disdain for the entire crowd, as if everything was within his grasp.

Hannah Jones heart irritation like weeds like crazy, she wanted to punish that rude little man, but halfway out of a bite, not only to interrupt her action, but also with that kind of superior posture scrutinising her, so that she could not help but cold words: "What kind of green onion are you, dare to tell you what to do here?"

Seeing this, Mary immediately stood beside Hannah Jones and added a fire, her voice was full of provocation and confidence: "Madam, don't care who he is, this is the territory of the Spencer family, how can an uninvited guest want to act wild? As long as you give the order, our people are enough to sweep them off their feet and teach them to know how powerful they are!"

The corner of that man's mouth hooked into a playful smile, as if he had heard some joke: "Want to drive me away? I think you don't know the heights of heaven."

Mary did not show any weakness, her chin slightly raised, her eyes flashed with the arrogance given by her family, "This place has been operated by the Spencer clan for generations, with a deep and powerful heritage, I advise you to restrain yourself, lest you ask for trouble. The power of our Spencer Clan is not something you can mess with at will!"

"Hahaha, little girl, your arrogance really makes me crack a smile. It's better to be humble as a human being, lest you reveal such a repulsive face."

The man's words were filled with sarcasm, and then he gently stood up, his figure like a ghostly shadow, so fast that the crowd couldn't catch his movements before he drifted to Lisbeth Dawson's side.

On the path he passed, those well-trained bodyguards fell like scarecrows, showing his unfathomable strength.

Lisbeth Dawson, as one of the only two people still standing in the arena, felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, the air around him was like frozen, under the heavy pressure, breathing became difficult.