bookrebus Chapter 807 - 416: Why Aren’t You Wearing Clothes?
Chapter 807 - 416: Why Aren’t You Wearing Clothes?
"Charlotte, can you not intervene in Avery Jane and Joshua’s matters? Your worldview is too simplistic; you don’t understand what kind of person Joshua is. Do you know what it means for him to have undergone all the tests of the Hughes Family before turning twenty? Any relative from the Hughes Family could have sent someone to kill him, and he survived solely by himself. During those years, he couldn’t use the family’s assets; he had to evade all the assassination attempts and man-made disasters alone. To have come through this, suppressing all the elders in the family like ruthless beasts, and to sit firmly in his current position, he truly isn’t a simple person. Charlotte, I don’t want you to get hurt, because no one can predict what he’s like when he gets angry, but everyone knows the consequences are unbearable. This is why no one can rival him in the business world; no one wants to become his competitive opponent." Alexander King sat on the sofa, seriously speaking to Nora Thompson, hoping she would listen.
"When I was abroad with him, we evaded at least dozens of assassination attempts together. We even bought a broken-down car at the time, and we always checked it before going out because the brake line had been cut more than once, and there were even bombs tied to the car. Sitting in his position today is not mere luck; you can’t compete with him, not even I can. If this time Avery Jane is truly locked up by Joshua, then she won’t have another chance. I guess Joshua will not let her have a chance to escape again, and no matter how you try, you won’t be able to help her."
Earnestly advising, yet he only sees Nora Thompson’s eyes remaining clear, without a hint of disturbance.
Damn it, the idealism of bookish people can be deadly, Alexander King cursed silently.
"I didn’t plan to do anything. I just want to know if Avery Jane is back yet and if she’s safe. Even if Avery Jane wants to escape, so what; feeling threatened or focusing to fight back is an instinctive ’escape reflex,’ and there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone is born equal; we all have the opportunity to fight for our own lives."
Nora Thompson sipped her tea, her hair cut slightly shorter, softly draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of black hair hanging by her cheek, making her skin look even fairer. Her tailored dress exuded a clean, refreshing vibe.
"Charlotte, sometimes the words in books are indeed very reasonable, but in reality, equality doesn’t mean fairness, or only if you’re strong enough can you be equal enough. Do you understand this principle?"
Alexander King looked at Nora Thompson. When her eyes looked at him, he surprisingly felt tongue-tied. Normally shrewd at the negotiation table, but before Nora Thompson, he seemed utterly exposed, as if she were a mirror reflecting all his ugliness.
"Are you going or not?" Nora Thompson faintly furrowed her brow, feeling it takes so much effort to converse with this man.
Alexander King was speechless, watching her frown, picking up the phone...
The afternoon weather changed quickly; outside, the sky turned cloudy, and the wind gradually picked up, yet it was warm like spring indoors.
He liked this; he liked to refer to her as his wife, as if it was right and proper.
It was initially such a feeling, beautiful and warm, making him want to cherish it, desperately want to possess it, allowing him to love her recklessly without fearing her rejection. Being in such mutual understanding with her turned out to be so wonderful.
He turned back, pointed out a room to Avery Jane, watched her rush in like a startled rabbit, and quickly closed the door, truly a fun little thing.
The door opened, unsurprisingly, it was Alexander King; he was the only one who knew this place.
"Why aren’t you dressed?" Alexander King entered the room, ignoring Joshua Hughes’ fierce gaze.
Because lately, the housekeeper from the neighborhood reported that Joshua Hughes’ house had been quite active, with things being moved in all night. Alexander King had just called to inquire, and indeed, his car was already parked in the garage, so he came over. It’s rare for Nora Thompson to ask him to handle things, even if it’s difficult, he must make a round.