"Yes."
At this moment, Nightkill hesitated for no moment and chose to accelerate in a straight line.
In the convoy!
The young master also looked stunned, "I don't believe you dare to crash into me?"
Beside him, a woman reassured, "Mr. Cooke, be at ease. This is merely a ruse to mislead us. You are Mr. Cooke. In Greafank, nobody would dare collide with you, not even those yet to be born."
As the woman's words fell, Cohen's face changed drastically, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
Here he came!
He was here.
The convoy behind, resembling a charging rhinoceros, showed no signs of slowing down. Even the subsequent convoys exhibited no alterations, continuing to surge directly toward them.
Cohen couldn't be careless and quickly turned the wheel to the side!
Unfortunately, too late!
Bang!
A loud noise rang out, and Cohen's McLaren directly lost control and crashed into the guardrail. Other cars were even worse; some were not able to avoid it and were flipped upside down.
Cohen's eyes were full of hostility: "Damn it, you dare to crash into me? I'll make you regret it."
Cohen clenched his iron-like fist, and Nightkill in the car sneered, "You're lucky I didn't crash you to death."
Murder!
For Cohen, murder was a very simple matter.
Five minutes later!
At the entrance of the Jade Majesty Hotel, the convoy stopped, and Nightkill respectfully said, "Lord, we've arrived."
"Hmm." Walter nodded.
In his measured words, a trace of intense coldness surfaced. Walter's deep-set eyes fixed on the bustling hotel before him, a glint of brilliance flickering within them. "It's been six years; I've finally returned!"
In the hotel!
Nicole, holding Leila's delicate hand, approached Ernie with an ingratiating smile. "Ernie, Mom has entrusted Leila to you," she said.
Ernie grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, glanced at Leila and Nicole, and nodded repeatedly. "You can rest assured; I'll take good care of Leila," he affirmed.
His gaze never left the two women, and he even had the thought of double joy.
Leila, looking at Ernie's outstretched hand, felt disgusted. Instinctively, she took a step back, but Nicole held her hand, and with a stern face, lowered her voice, "What? Don't you want to cure your little bitch now?"
Clang!
Leila's heart quivered once more as she thought of her two children. She felt a sense of numbness as Ernie extended his hand to draw her in front of him. The small hand, concealed within the folds of the white skirt, suddenly tightened around the hairpin, brimming with death wishes. She even closed her eyes slightly, whispering, "Quinn, I'm sorry. Mom can't be with you any longer."
Resigned to death, with less pressure, she seemed to have gained liberation.
Six years of humiliation seemed nothing now. If there was a heaven, she would find that person and ask why he did such things to her.
As Leila ceased her resistance, the onlooking hotel guests wore expressions of disdain, even contempt. "Leila, doesn't Mr. Stewart, a handsome and affluent man, love you?" they sneered.
"You guys don't understand. She's just pretending to be reserved."
"I'm afraid you won't know how to serve Mr. Stewart later."
"I think so too."
...
Ernie was even more triumphant, pretending to be a gentleman: "Leila, let's go and pay our respects to Grandpa together."
Leila was even more resigned.
"She's my woman, and you can't touch her!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out, instantly quieting the noisy hotel scene. Leila trembled, "This is..."
She couldn't help but think of the reply she received on her phone!
Could it be him?
Was it possible?
Wasn't he dead?
Everyone turned to look; two people came to the entrance of the hotel, a man with short, flat hair in black clothes, followed by a casually dressed young man.
He possessed a tall and assured posture, with eyes that held a deep, starry gaze, seemingly brimming with endless self-assurance. Particularly those profound eyes, resembling a vast galaxy, made it challenging to decipher his thoughts, emanating an exceedingly mature aura.
Leila, looking at the newcomer, was completely stunned, tears streaming down her eyes.
It was him!
Really him!
Even though six years had elapsed, the individual etched into the recesses of her soul remained indelible, a memory that even if reduced to ashes, Leila could recall vividly. How could she possibly forget?
Exactly!
It was him!
Walter also looked at Leila, his heart aching. The softest part of his heart was touched harshly. "I'm sorry. I'm late."
As he spoke...
He stepped forward as if there were no one else in the room.
Others were bewildered, "Who is this guy?"
"Really audacious."
"Doesn't he know that tonight is Ernie and Leila's engagement?"
"I think he clearly knows."
"Then why is he here? Is he trying to snatch the bride?"
"I think he's probably Leila's lover."
"That makes sense. For so many years, Leila has put on an air of not marrying anyone."
"She probably has a secret lover outside."
"Is this secret lover trying to rise in status?"
...
Ernie, after all, was the groom. He felt his face being disgraced. "Did you come to the wrong place?"
Walter didn't even respond to him. At this moment, his eyes were focused only on—
Leila!
It's hard to imagine how much trouble Leila had endured, how much humiliation she had suffered in these six years.
Seeing himself being ignored, Ernie's face turned iron-blue. "Are you deaf?"
Slap!
Ernie's words had barely left his lips when Nightkill unapologetically delivered a sharp slap to his face. The impact left him disheveled, blood seeping from his mouth, despite Nightkill's attempts to control the force.
If not controlled, his head would have been smashed!
Hiss!
Everyone at the scene, without exception, gasped, "God, he hit Mr. Stewart."
"It's done for. Tonight's engagement celebration is at risk of morphing into a funeral banquet."
"Afraid so."
"I don't know where these two brats came from."
...
Leila also widened her red lips slightly, "You..."
Walter walked straight to Leila, his hand gliding over her cheek. He whispered, "I'm back. From today on, I won't let you suffer anymore."
Leila instinctively tried to step back, but upon hearing Walter's words, her heart suddenly felt tranquil.
It seemed that all the grievances were thrown behind.
Leila's presence intensified Nicole's anger. She admonished, "Leila, you disobedient girl. What are you thinking? Have you forgotten all that the family has provided for you over these years?"
"How can you secretly keep a lover outside?"
"How do you justify the expectations your grandfather has for you?"
She invoked Luis's name. On the guest seat, Luis watched this scene silently, with a hint of coldness in his murky eyes. Leila became a little anxious, "Mom, you've misunderstood. He... actually, he's the person from six years ago!"
As Leila spoke...
The scene immediately erupted. Everyone stared at Walter. "My God, he's the beast from six years ago?"
"How does he have the face to come back?"
"Didn't he die in the river?"
"It seemed like he had raped a girl and was afraid of being held accountable, so he ran away."
"Why did he come back today?"
"It's simple. Look at his poor appearance; he probably didn't do well outside and came back to extort money, right?"
...
Nicole's eyes widened in disbelief, and her expression turned to one of increasing anger. "Leila, why aren't you approaching? This scoundrel dares to return. We must teach him a lesson," she asserted.
Leila was about to say something.
Bang!
Seated among the guests, Luis, who had maintained silence until now, could no longer contain himself. He slammed the table in front of him with a single palm, causing it to crack. The display of strength was far from feeble. Filled with anger, Luis's outburst brought an abrupt hush to the scene. All eyes turned to him in awe. Luis calmly raised his hand, directed it at Walter, and declared, "End him!"