Chapter 322: Chapter 320: No One but Me Can Touch Her
Jiayi stared at the middle-aged man’s gloomy face, feeling that his coldness was somehow even stranger than before, "Is there something else you want, Mr. Boris?"
Boris moved closer step by step, like a huge statue advancing toward Jiayi: "This time you came to stay at the castle, it was Huo Zhenyang who sent people to pick you up. And a few weeks ago, you went to a nearby ancient castle with Crown Prince Ya Chen and secretly stayed in the castle with Huo Zhenyang for over an hour... Do you still intend to say that you want to marry Ya Chen?"
It was all that man’s domineering actions—what could she do?
Meanwhile, Jiayi was forced to step back by Boris until she felt a wall block her path, the fierce wind at the top of the tower howling through her hair.
She knew she had been cornered by Boris at the edge of the castle wall.
Below the tall castle wall was solid concrete.
She discerned the chilling intent that passed through Boris’s eyes and inexplicably sensed his intentions: "Mr. Boris, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"Miss Chu, I personally admire how you made my impressive nephew lose his composure for you, but things might be happier for everyone if you didn’t exist."
Boris’s lips parted, releasing one chilling word after another, and his large palm, covered in yellow sweat hair, was lifted.
With the broad physique of a Western man and arms like barricades on each side, Jiayi had nowhere to escape, her teeth clenched tight: "Mr. Boris! I hope you are rational! Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Could this man from A Country actually be thinking of killing someone in broad daylight?
Boris had lost all sense of reason: "Consequences? Miss Chu, you don’t need to overestimate your value. Don’t worry, I will naturally explain to the Ya Family. I believe that even if you are their future Crown Princess, they would not create a rift with our A Country over one woman." A person with murderous intent would not be dissuaded by a few words.
Having finished speaking, he didn’t bother with more words. The next moment, his sweat-soaked palm was about to fall straight down—about to push the girl in front of him off the floor—
Suddenly, Boris’s hand froze midair, his eyes widened, and he was instantly stunned.
He felt something hard and metallic pressing against the back of his head.
That sensation, he knew what it was.
It was a handgun.
Jiayi’s pupils constricted, and behind Boris appeared a man’s face, cold and beautiful as if rising from the depths of hell, slowly coming into her view.
In his slender fingers, he held a black revolver.
Behind them, the maid who had brought Huo Zhenyang up to find Jiayi let out a low scream and, covering her ears, crouched down.
"Zhenyang, have you lost your mind?" Boris couldn’t turn around but tried his best to contain the panic in his heart.
He, as an uncle, was actually being held at gunpoint by his nephew!
Seeing that Boris remained stationary without any sign of movement, Huo Zhenyang pressed the gun harder forward, his voice cold and emotionless echoing on the terrace:
"Uncle, would you like to test the accuracy of my marksmanship?"
Boris was almost choking with anger, yet still couldn’t believe he was being so defiant over a woman. He clenched his teeth tight: "You’re insane, you really are cra—"
Before the last word could leave his throat, Boris felt the pressure against his head lift, and a sharp, piercing gunshot whizzed less than three centimeters past his left ear!
Gunfire!
Boris broke out in a cold sweat, his legs went weak, and he stood frozen. He staggered several steps backward, catching himself on the wall to prevent himself from falling.
He had deliberately fired wide as a warning!
This was also his final warning to himself; if he continued to challenge his dignity, the next bullet wouldn’t be fired into the air, but would instead be embedded directly into the back of his own head!
The gunshot was so close that it left Boris temporarily deaf, causing a persistent ringing in his ears.
At the same time, Jiayi was also petrified with shock, speechless at the sight of the smoking barrel in Huo Zhenyang’s hand.
It wasn’t until the man in front of her stretched out his long arm and pulled her away from the edge of the city wall that Jiayi fully came to her senses.
Huo Zhenyang held Jiayi’s hand with his own, his gaze as unfathomable as the deep sea, giving Boris a glance.
It was evident that after the terrifying threat, Boris would not dare to do anything like today’s events again.
Huo Zhenyang’s tone was cold: "My woman cannot be touched by anyone but me. Did you hear that, Uncle?"
Although he was calling him "Uncle," where was there even a hint of speaking to an uncle in his tone?
Boris was gasping for air.
"Furthermore, let me repeat myself. She is my woman and cannot marry another man. In some time, I will take her back to China. The relationship between the two countries is none of my business; solve it yourself," Huo Zhenyang said, stressing each word. He took out a clean and exquisite gentleman’s handkerchief, gently wiped the still warm barrel of the gun, and then took Jiayi’s hand again.
Jiayi knew that "in some time" meant after finding her mother.
Then she would have no more concerns, no longer afraid of being threatened by Xuan Yu, and he would unhesitatingly take her and her mother back to China.
Boris watched, wide-eyed, as Huo Zhenyang took the hand of the Asian girl and walked downstairs.
At that moment, the maid also snapped out of her shock, scurrying up from the ground and running after Mr. Huo and Miss Chu.
They left the terrace.
Jiayi was still shaken.
Huo Zhenyang could feel the sweat moistening her palm and stopped, letting her catch her breath fully before his gaze shifted to the maid.
That look sent a shiver down the maid’s spine; she hung her head, trembling, not daring even to look at this devilish man.
Just now, the maid had witnessed him nearly executing Boris.
Mr. Boris was a guest whom even Ya Qianhuai treated with utmost respect and courtesy!
"Today’s incident on the terrace, don’t tell anyone. In the future, if anyone wants to see Miss Chu, they must inform me first and wait for my approval," Huo Zhenyang commanded sternly. However, after today’s events, he believed the uncle wouldn’t dare to do so again.
The maid nodded her head, bobbing like a pecking chicken: "Yes, Mr. Huo."
At this time, Jiayi’s restless heart finally settled down.
She hadn’t expected that because of her, he would point a gun at Boris’s head.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her pale, bloodless face and looked up at him: "Will Mr. Boris be angry?"
He curled his lips, lifted her chin with a mischievous smile, and countered: "You’re only afraid of others getting angry, not afraid of me getting angry?"
The moment he rushed upstairs and saw his uncle cornering her and trying to push her down the stairs, his fury had reached its peak.
If it weren’t for the fact that Boris was an important dignitary of A Country’s royalty and his maternal uncle, it might have been possible to finish him off right there and then.
