Chapter 523: Chapter 523 Pierced By Cruel Daggers
Mabel Sean’s words instantly enraged Soren Sean!
He raised his hand, ready to slap Mabel across the face!
But in the end, his hand merely froze in midair.
"If my grandfather were still alive, he wouldn’t tolerate your actions," Mabel said coldly.
Seemingly finding an excuse at the mention of Duane Sean, Soren sneered, "How dare you bring up your grandfather? That Mason Raymond is the murderer who killed him!"
"Is that so?" Mabel’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Dad, you know better than anyone whether my grandfather is dead or alive."
Soren’s face changed, and he scolded, "Don’t talk nonsense! Your grandfather is already dead!"
"Is that so?" Mabel’s mockery on her face grew even more intense.
"Stop making excuses for your cowardice."
"You’re just afraid of my uncle, aren’t you? Even if you have doubts, you don’t dare to speak up, right?"
After hearing Mabel’s words, Soren’s face turned extremely unsightly.
"You...you’re talking nonsense!" Soren turned his face away.
"Right, this is your high and mighty attitude, bowing down to the strong and looking down on the weak."
"I don’t know how many good qualities Mason Raymond possesses, but at least he’s not as weak as you all."
Soren’s face turned livid with anger, but he had nothing to say.
Deep down, he had always believed his father wasn’t dead, but now that everything had settled, he dared not think further.
He even forced himself to believe Logan Sean’s words.
"In any case, you and Mason Raymond have no chance anymore," Soren said coldly.
"September 9th will be the day of your great joy and Mason’s demise."
Leaving behind these words, Soren turned and left.
Mabel’s delicate face flashed with a trace of pain.
In the corner of her eyes, tears streaked down.
——
That day, I sat in the courtyard, trying my best to find the direction to break through to the Martial Marquis realm.
Just then, my phone suddenly rang.
I picked up the phone and saw it was a strange number from Capital City.
"Vance Johansson?" After thinking about it, I figured it must be Vance.
Therefore, I answered the call and sneered, "Vance, have you figured out how to beg for mercy in front of me?"
However, I heard a familiar and pleasant voice on the other end.
The voice belonged to none other than Mabel Sean!
"Mason, are you alright?"
Upon hearing Mabel’s voice, my heart raced violently!
I quickly stood up and anxiously said, "I’m fine, Mabel. Where are you? Are you suffering? Please tell me..."
"Mason, I don’t have much time. Just listen to me," Mabel interrupted me.
She said over the phone, "Mason, whatever you do, don’t come to Capital City on September 9th."
"I grew up in an aristocratic family and know their ways."
"No matter if you win or lose, they won’t let you leave Capital City. I don’t want to see you come here to die."
With gritted teeth, I held my phone and said, "Mabel, I swear I’ll take you away from Capital City on that day, just wait for me!"
Mabel wanted to say something else, but a rough voice interrupted from the other end.
"Who allowed you to make the call?" Logan Sean’s voice came through the phone.
Before Mabel could say anything, the phone was snatched away from her.
Right after, I heard a crash as if the phone had been smashed!
"Mabel!"
I became desperate in an instant.
I hurriedly called back, but received only a shutdown tone on the other end!
"Logan Sean, you motherfucker!" I couldn’t help cursing!
It was clear that Mabel wasn’t doing well right now.
And all of this was due to Logan Sean!
"Logan Sean... I swear I’ll personally slaughter you!" I clenched my teeth, anger flooding my chest.
I wished I could head to Capital City immediately and personally kill Logan Sean!
At that moment, my phone rang again.
This time, the caller was Vance Johansson!
Upon answering the call, Vance nonchalantly said, "Mason, I heard about the wedding between Mabel and me, have you?"
"Go to hell!" I yelled angrily.
Unfazed, Vance just let out hearty laughter, "Why so flustered? I suppose that’s the only thing you can do when faced with something you’re powerless to change, isn’t it?"
I said coldly, "Vance, let me tell you, Mabel doesn’t like you at all. And on September 9th, I’ll kill you with my own hands!"
"Hahahaha!" Vance burst into exaggerated laughter.
"You’re right, she doesn’t like me, but what of it?" Vance sinisterly said.
"Mason, let me tell you something, after marrying Mabel, I’ll make her kneel before me and serve me every day!"
"Since she likes you so much, I’ll break your limbs in front of her, lock you in a cage, and let her watch as I teach her a lesson!"
Upon hearing Vance’s words, I clenched my fists just a bit tighter!
"Oh, I heard you’ve reached half-step Martial Marquis and even wounded Phoebe Billy?" Vance changed the subject, speaking indifferently.
"Well, as an ant, your accomplishments are indeed impressive, but unfortunately, you’re still an ant in my eyes. I could easily crush you."
"As for your petty achievements, they’re not worth mentioning to me."
I roared fiercely, "Vance! If I don’t kill you, I vow to never be human again!"
Vance scoffed, "Alright, I hope you can appear at Mabel and my wedding on September 9th."
He deliberately placed extra emphasis on the word "wedding."
After tossing out those words, Vance hung up the call.
I gripped my phone tightly and threw it to the ground!
I had to admit that I was genuinely agitated.
I slumped onto the ground, seemingly devoid of spirit.
Vance’s words were like daggers, piercing my heart, each mention of Mabel causing me excruciating pain.
"I won’t let this happen..."
My expression was complex, filled with anger, pain, and extreme agitation.
"My friend, you sit on the ground - what kind of divine exercise is this?"
Right then, a familiar voice entered my ears.
I looked up and saw a man with a mustache wearing a sly face sitting on the wall.
"Mustache?" I hurriedly stood up, taking a step forward to quickly approach the man.
I reached out and grabbed the mustache man’s clothes, saying coldly, "You left without saying goodbye last time, and now you dare come to me?"
"Didn’t I promise to take you to the three big tombs?" the mustache man muttered.
