The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 147 – Kate Williams

People began to murmur and glance around, curious. Who could she be waiting for? Surely, it must be some elite figure, a wealthy boss, or a man of great influence. Someone important. Someone worthy of a woman like her.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice broke through the air.

"Fourth Sister! Get in the car!"

A young man emerged from the crowd, handsome and smiling warmly. But instead of a luxurious car behind him, he stood next to...

A bike.

Not a motorbike. A good, old-fashioned bicycle.

She froze for a moment, staring at the young man in disbelief. Then, recognition sparkled in her eyes, and her lips parted in a delighted gasp.

"Ahhh! It really is you, Little John!"

In a heartbeat, she dropped her suitcase and threw her arms around his neck with gleeful enthusiasm.

The beautiful woman in the white sneakers was Kate Williams.

She was John's Fourth Sister.

A few days ago, Bertha Carter had shared news in the family group chat—John was still alive. Upon hearing this, Kate had immediately dropped everything and flown back from abroad, her heart pounding with anticipation and disbelief.

One look at his familiar face now, and all doubt vanished.

He was alive.

And he was standing right in front of her.

"Little John," Kate said, pulling back slightly, her bright eyes studying him intently. "I heard from the others that you've... turned bad. Is it true?"

John gave a helpless chuckle, brushing the comment aside. "Don't believe a word of it. They're exaggerating. I'm still a positive, upstanding young man."

"Hmph. I knew it. What could possibly be wrong with my Little John?" she replied with a teasing grin.

Her tone was light... almost too light.

It sounded like she was a little disappointed with his denial.

John's heart sank a bit.

Still, he quickly patted the back seat of his bicycle and smiled. "Come on, Sister. Hop on. I'll give you a ride you'll never forget."

To accommodate her, John had even attached a soft cushion to the back of the bike.

Kate raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Didn't you used to drive a Bugatti Veyron? What's with the downgrade? A beat-up bicycle?"

"Hey! This isn't a 'beat-up bike'—it's a treasure. Way more valuable than any sports car."

"Alright then, Mr. Treasure," she said, glancing down at her suitcase. "Where do I put this?"

The small suitcase wasn't heavy, packed only with essentials. The rest of her things had been sent ahead to a colleague's place.

Still, balancing it on a bike was tricky.

"Easy. Give it here."

With practiced ease, John took the suitcase in one hand and steadied the bike with the other.

"Hop on!"

Kate looked skeptical. "I think I'd rather carry the suitcase myself."

"No way. I'll ride fast. You'll have to hold on tight or you'll fall."

"Oh? How fast are we talking?"

She climbed on behind him, her arms circling his waist tightly. A quiet thank-you passed through her mind—good thing she'd worn jeans today.

The crowd nearby was stunned.

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A goddess like her, riding off on a bicycle?

No Rolls-Royce. No sports car. Just a regular old bike.

Somehow... they felt oddly satisfied.

As John pedaled forward, his speed increased. But his grip on the bike was steady—even while holding a suitcase with one hand. There were no sudden bumps, no jostling. Just smooth, swift motion.

"Wow, Little John! You're amazing at this! You're riding so fast and it's not even wobbly. And with one hand!"

John raised a brow.

So... you wanted it to be wobbly?

He smirked, spotted a small stone ahead, and deliberately rolled over it. The bike shuddered violently.

Kate squealed, caught off guard, and reflexively banged her forehead against his back.

"You've definitely changed," she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Just like our seventh sister said... Wait!"

She suddenly went stiff.

"Are you really planning to ride this thing all the way back to New York?!"

"Of course. Why not?"

"No! Absolutely not! Are you out of your mind?!"

She had thought this was just for fun—a quirky, playful reunion. But the idea that he meant to travel between cities on a bike was insane. The distance alone would wear anyone out. And he was balancing a suitcase, no less!

Kate stared at him in exasperation.

He wasn't bad.

Just... a little stupid.

"Forget it! I'm tired after the flight. I'm getting a hotel room. I'm not heading to New York today!"

She made a show of wriggling to get off the bike.

"Alright, alright," John said with a sigh. "Whatever you say."

He obediently stopped the bike and began searching for a nearby hotel.

"Hurry up!"

After checking in, Kate practically dragged him into the building.

John figured she was desperate for the restroom or a shower. But the moment they stepped inside the room, she spun around with sparkling eyes.

"Take off your shirt!"

He blinked. "What?!"

"I want to check your birthmark," she said excitedly. "I'm not tired at all!"

John groaned.

His eldest sister had been right.

"Fourth Sister, haven't they already verified my identity? Why are you still—?"

"Tch. I don't care what they said. I want to see it for myself!"

Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she approached, fingers already twitching to pull up his shirt.