Violet didn't say anything. She just stared at Isabelle with mixed feelings that contained disdain and hatred, which scared her off. Although Isabelle and Violet were 33 feet away from each other, Isabelle still felt scared looking at her. It felt like a reaper was standing right in front of her. She knew Violet could end her right now, even with Reed here. Reed glanced at Isabelle indifferently and said, "Please behave, Ms. Furon." Sensing Reed's rude attitude, Isabelle sneered, "Mr. Tomlinson, do you feel sorry for her? If so, why don't you strip off your coat and dance with her? I mean, the ground you are standing on is quite suitable to be your dance floor." Violet could take Isabelle's rudeness for the sake of Whitney, but she wouldn't let her drag Reed into this matter. She didn't want Reed to be punished by Carl. Violet raised her voice and said coldly, "Don't you dare cross the line, Isabelle." "Did I cross the line?" Upon seeing Violet's bloodshot eyes, Isabell
The Demon King noticed what Violet was going to do, and his eyes darkened. He sneered as he attacked Violet's chest. Violet instinctively dodged his attack. Swiftly, his palm stuck again. When Violet reacted, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at the railing beside her, forcing her closer to the edge of the platform. She was hanging from the railing at this point. Seeing Violet losing, Isabelle smiled with satisfaction. But her happiness didn't last long before a sharp ringtone sounded. "Finish her as soon as possible, Demon King." After that, Isabelle glanced at her phone, and her face dropped in an instant before she rushed out. Isabelle walked away from the crocodile pond, and Violet's body had reached its limit. Violet's knuckles turned white as she held onto the railing tightly, and her face looked pale. Before her was the Demon King, and there was a pond of crocodiles below her. She had to think of a way as soon as possible. "Oh, you have no idea how much I like to se
Ethan then followed Dr. Howell outside. He closed the door behind him and asked in worry, "Dr. Howell, is Mr. Walker in bad shape? Does he need more blood? I have the same blood type as him …" "It's not that." Dr. Howell shook his head. "Mr. Walker is seriously injured, Ethan. You have to take good care of him and not let his wounds come in contact with water for three months." Ethan nodded. "I will take good care of Mr. Walker. Does that mean he is not allowed to take any shower in three months?" "No." Dr. Howell chuckled. "My bad. What I meant is that Mr. Walker shouldn't go anywhere that is cold. It will affect his recovery. Just be careful during showers and not let the wounds come into contact with water. Oh, where is Violet?" Dr. Howell looked around and frowned. "She must be seriously injured, too. Where is she? I can go check on her now.""She …" Ethan sighed and said, "She is gone." The subordinate took Violet to a safe space before he returned to the crocodile pond
"Mr. Walker!" Dr. Howell persisted. He was genuinely concerned that Carl's injury on his back might worsen.Carl was currently caught in a tough spot. He could no longer simply walk away unharmed these days.Whitney cast a skeptical glance at Dr. Howell, sensing that something was amiss. Then she said, "Daddy, put me down! I'm all grown up now. People might start talking nonsense if you keep carrying me like this."At last, Carl cracked a faint smile and released Whitney."Daddy, look. I'm almost as tall as you now," Whitney teased, blinking and laughing with joy. But there was a hint of worry in her eyes.She had picked up on something in Dr. Howell's tone just now. Something was amiss with Carl's health. Furthermore, Carl's grip was so strong when he was holding her just now. It was as if letting go of her would mean losing everything."Daddy, Mick and I made a gift for you. I'll go get it for you now," Whitney said as she pulled Mick upstairs. Meanwhile, Dr. Howell brought Car
"What? My son also went missing?" Donald anxiously asked as he lay in his hospital bed.Carl's previous trick had kept Donald bedridden for two whole months. Donald's health had improved with the attentive care of his doctors. But he remained bedridden, unable to carry out daily tasks like an ordinary man.Donald had used his bedridden days to think things over. He concluded that Carl was the main cause of all his troubles.Thus, when Maverick came to him seeking help, he rejected with a visibly displeased look.After all, why would any sane man lend a hand to their own romantic rival? Even if it was to find Violet, he would have to do it secretly himself. Then, he should claim her as his own to provoke Carl.Donald had calculated his plans meticulously. Even someone as eloquent as Maverick found it hard to convince him.Originally, everything was under Donald's control. But now, to his dismay, Mick had gone missing.Donald's clenched fists lashed out at Maverick as he shout
"Alright then," Novya seemed to be swayed by Violet's words. "That person is Silvia Grey, a well-known figure in the underground world. She has companies and assets worth billions of dollars worldwide."Also known as the 'Midnight Viper' in the underground mafia, she leads an assassin organization with thousands under her command. She's cold, ruthless, and particularly enjoys going against Carl's Night Crawlers. Perhaps … she could help you."But I really don't recommend you to find her. She's unpredictable and handles things ruthlessly. I won't rest easy if anything were to happen to you." Novya paused, then added, "As for Whitney, we still have other options. I can handle the organization's issues on my own, too. Violet, you should really just rest."Violet had heard of Silvia before, but she didn't know much about her. But her background hinted at her nature. For instance, Silvia's organization once wiped out a hundred people in one go. The common trait among the victims was
Novya could only sigh softly. His gaze was filled with emotions as he looked at her.The concern, reluctance, hesitation, and various emotions in that gaze stirred Violet's heart.But these emotions weren't enough to make Violet give up or break her promise to Silvia.Seeing that there was no stopping her, Novya could only shake his head. He took out a small black box from his pocket.Novya handed the box to Violet and instructed her, "It seems … I can't really stop you. Donald's current residence has slightly relaxed nighttime security. With these glasses, it'll be more convenient for you."Violet took the box and slowly opened it.Inside the box, there was a pair of contact lenses with ultra-thin lenses, along with a special multipurpose solution. It was all designed specifically for Violet's night blindness."Thank you, Mr. Kaplan." Violet's voice was almost a sob.Novya gently patted Violet on the back, reassuring her, "Don't rush things. Your safety comes first. When you g
Violet didn't dare to act rashly. She quickly scanned her surroundings and came up with an escape route. Then, she walked toward Donald cautiously as her hair stood on end."Put the grapes down, Ellie. Leave the hard work to this guy. All you need to do is to make me happy." Donald laughed and gently tapped Elle's hand."You know my thoughts best. You won't disappoint me, will you?""Of course … Mr. Brown," Elle answered and hid her frustration.It had been humiliating for her to take care of a man like Donald. To make things worse, Donald was thinking of making the bodyguard her competition?"Good. You, come over here," Donald instructed as he smiled in approval.Violet paused and hesitated for a while at his order. She roughened her voice on purpose and said, "Mr. Brown, I've caught a mild cold. I shouldn't risk passing the cold to you."Despite Donald's frown, she continued, "Mr. Walker has been waiting for a long time in the living room. Mr. Brown, if you have no plans of me