Chapter 130: Chapter 130: I Am Protecting You
SLAP! Several stark handprints appeared on Summer Lancaster’s right cheek. Enduring the pain, she looked up, only to see his red eyes and teeth like a vampire’s.
No matter how strong she was, the sight of him terrified her. Summer Lancaster scrambled to her feet and tried to flee, but the door wouldn’t open.
"I’m not after personal gain. I can have as much money as I want. I am not kind. I am a demon."
Terrified and helpless, Summer Lancaster watched him approach step by step. She could do nothing but shut her eyes and wait for the pain. A gust of wind swept past. Worried, she peeked open her right eye and found he was gone.
Panting in terror, Summer Lancaster desperately tried to calm herself, but her heart wouldn’t stop racing. ’Just what is he?’ The feeling truly scared her. She was afraid his words would come true.
The next day, Ronan Jenkins, Sean Murphy, Dominic Thorne, and Felix Locke all rushed over. The situation was incredibly difficult, and even Kenneth Yates was beginning to panic. After all, their opponent was no ordinary person.
"Boss, I’ve heard rumors about the Brown Family before. Could the curse actually be real? It’s the twenty-first century. Can that kind of thing still exist?" Dominic Thorne leaned against the sofa, his right hand cupping his chin as he fell into deep thought. He’d had a mountain of work at the office, but he had dropped everything and rushed over the second he got the call from Kenneth Yates.
"That remains to be seen. Legends are just legends. We need to investigate." In truth, Kenneth Yates couldn’t be sure if the stories were real or not, so he didn’t dare to act rashly for fear of getting Summer Lancaster hurt. He especially hadn’t expected Asher to resort to such a despicable method to kidnap her.
’Another thing weighing on my mind is why Asher is so desperate for my design, Heart’s Desire. Could it really be because of a joke made back when we were students abroad? Back then, I’d never designed a single thing, which is why he said he wanted the very first piece I ever created. It was just a casual, joking remark. Why is he taking it so seriously now?’
The others left to investigate the Brown Family, leaving Kenneth Yates alone in the room. He picked up his phone and called Asher.
The call connected almost immediately.
"What is it you want?" Kenneth Yates asked, his voice calm and his expression composed.
"Heh, you’re certainly composed, taking an entire night to call me. You know, a lot can happen in a single night!"
"What did you do to her?" Kenneth Yates finally lost control, leaping to his feet and roaring into the phone.
"Yes, *this* is the real you! The you who gets so flustered over some ordinary woman you can barely speak. I despise this side of you. First, it was Thea Shaw, and now you’ve added a Summer Lancaster. Hmph! One day, I will destroy every single woman by your side." Asher’s vicious tone was proof of his resolve, a resolve reflected in his red eyes.
"Why? Why do you hate me so much?" ’I’ve barely even interacted with Asher,’ Kenneth Yates thought. ’So why does he know so much about me, and why does he hate me this fiercely?’
"I don’t hate you. I simply cannot tolerate the filth that surrounds you. You are such a pure, noble person. I’m only doing this to protect you, don’t you see?"
Asher sounded like a kind father earnestly trying to guide his child, but to Kenneth Yates, he just sounded completely warped.
