Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 648 - 354 End-Time Escape

"If I want this place to bear the name Hughes, I don’t believe it’s a difficult task." Joshua Hughes laughed coldly, this was truly an ignorant brat.

"You should be clear on which kind of women you can touch, and which you cannot, like her, don’t even think about it." He stood there, looking down at Brian Yates, his eyes filled with a cold, vicious malice and cruelty.

The woman he desired was not to be spied on or coveted by others.

Even secretly thinking about it was not allowed.

Even without looking directly at Joshua Hughes, Brian Yates could feel the overwhelming aura coming towards him, carrying a terrifying coldness and inherent authority.

"Why? Why do you?"

Brian Yates’ tone trembled a bit, his pale face marked with an expression of pain. Why was this man able to enter his home as if it were uninhabited, and why could he frivolously touch the girl in his heart?

How did it come to this?

Joshua Hughes didn’t even want to look at him again, he just turned his head and spoke to the dazed woman on the bed: "You should rest."

He looked at that pale little face meaningfully before walking out.

When he reached the garden, he encountered Arthur Yates: "From today on, don’t let anyone enter that building, not even your son."

No requests, no need to seek the host’s consent, he simply said this lightly.

Thus, that small building became a forbidden area.

Arthur Yates knew that from then on, even he likely wouldn’t be able to enter.

He pondered as he looked at the small building in the garden, indeed, beauty could be a curse.

Avery Jane was truly a curse; he had lost one son already, he couldn’t afford to lose his only one as well. The Yates Family’s bloodline couldn’t be cut off by the same woman.

Brian Yates looked at Avery Jane as she lay curled silently under the blanket, so quiet she seemed almost nonexistent, her face frighteningly pale.

He blamed himself for not returning earlier, why didn’t he come back sooner to prevent all this from happening.

He thought he had given Avery Jane enough time, and that he could approach her when the wounds in her heart healed, but before that day came, she was hurt once more.

After a long while, Avery Jane finally responded, saying softly: "You should leave."

Her vacant eyes looked at Brian Yates, in his face she could faintly see Lucas Yates’s features, although Lucas had a more graceful demeanor; there were similarities, yet he wasn’t him, he wasn’t...

That helpless sadness seemed to clamber over her heart like vines, what could she do?

She had no strength to resist, not even a little.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fight back; it’s just that her opponent’s power was so immense, she had absolutely no chance to retaliate.

This feeling was akin to a baby trying to combat an adult; truly, there was no way to resist, as if he could choke her to death with just a stretch of his hand.

Brian Yates looked at her with such unfamiliar eyes, his heart nearly breaking apart.

Suppressing the pain in his chest, he spoke gently: "Avery, would you like to change rooms? This place is a mess, I’ll have someone come to tidy it up."

Avery Jane’s mouth moved slightly, but she didn’t utter a word.

Her eyes slowly welled with tears again, and in a daze, she returned to the past, those beautiful times always had a gentle man like water accompanying her.

But this time, she was truly in despair, hurt over and over, wanting to escape but unable to avoid it.

The tears she fought back seemed like a knife cutting into his heart.

Brian Yates wanted to get closer, wanted to wipe away the faint tear marks at her eyes, but someone else walked in again with a harsh and somber voice: "Caleb, go back to your room immediately, and don’t come up here ever again."

Arthur Yates stood there, the orange light illuminating his face, which bore an expression of cruelty and greed combined.

If his daughter could become Madam Hughes, if her belly could carry a seed from the Hughes Family, then the world would be his.

In the long time ahead, no one could guarantee that Joshua Hughes wouldn’t meet with some accident.

Then it was only natural for him, as the grandfather, to manage the Hughes Family fortune for his grandson before he turned eighteen.

With a chilling smile on his weathered face, he seemed to see power and money approaching him.