After taking a photo of John and Nina, Emma quickly moved the camera down and aimed it at James.
John's hand was clasping tightly around the back of his neck and holding him down. Looking like a duck that was about to be chopped on the block, James flailed around helplessly.
Emma snickered and pressed the shutter.
She took a very memorable photo.
"Damn it! Why did you take it? I wasn't ready!" Hearing the camera click, James immediately raised his head.
John smirked and let go of him. James then ran to grab the camera from Emma who hid it behind her back and away from his grasp.
"I just want to have a look at my photo," James whined. "You can't force me into doing anything I don't want to do," Emma replied, shaking her head.
James was speechless. 'I wasn't forcing her.'
Looking at Emma, he withdrew his hand and reminded her, "You can't let another soul see that photo, okay?"
"Okay." Emma nodded and went to take photos of everyone else.
In the end, everyone had a group photo taken.
It looked like a family photo, and it was beautiful.
It was already late when Nina's birthday party finally came to a close.
Everyone stayed in North Yard for the night.
They were all given rooms where they
ut they were still afraid.
Nina slowly withdrew her hand.
She had not expected that she had built such a notoriety in North Yard.
"We'll leave you to turn in for the night." Richard was relatively calm, but his voice still trembled a little.
Nina had beaten him twice already, and he was hurt severely in both occasions. He had gotten two of his ribs broken, and his chin was nearly dislocated.
Even trying to talk was an assault to the senses.
"Okay. Good night," John nodded. Richard, Amy, and Lena left at once as if they had just talked themselves out of an inquisition.
Watching them walk away, Nina sighed, "What are they so afraid of? And why didn't they defend themselves against me? I'm sure they could've beaten me."
Hearing this, they were shocked and almost slipped.
They could definitely beat her, but they did not dare.
Hurting John's wife even in self-defense meant that their lives were forfeit.
John would introduce them to a whole new world of hurt and make them feel every painful second of it.
None of them wanted that.
"They can't defeat you." With a smile, John held Nina in his arms again and patted her on the waist. "Why didn't you beat Chester when you were drunk last time?"
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