Chapter 895: Chapter 589: The Most Arrogant You’ve Ever Been! [16]

"My wife is resting and won’t be seeing any guests." Pedro Langley said nonchalantly, "I’m giving you two choices. One is to make a big scene and then meet again at the police station; the other is to wait patiently for my wife to wake up."

"..."

These words are truly infuriating.

But, Butler Fong was weighing the options in his mind.

They had gone to great lengths to come here, and leaving empty-handed was clearly not feasible. Making a scene with no result and ending up escorted away by the police would only tarnish the Ford Family’s reputation.

Thus, only one option remained.

Butler Fong didn’t believe the talk of "resting"; with such commotion, even if you slept like a log, you would wake up. This choice was either to force them to leave or to give them a warning.

If he didn’t have to consider Ivan Ford, Butler Fong could have someone force their way in.

But—

Though he is a bastard son, at least he is the third young master of the Ford Family. If he returned home with bruises, Lord Ford wouldn’t be pleased.

Moreover, he and Ivan Ford share mutual interests.

The only option was to endure.

Wind blew and rain fell; the taste of enjoying the open-air autumn rain was indescribably torturous.

Even if the body was as strong as a furnace, in this torturous environment, the moment was as freezing as ice. However, to have them shamelessly shelter from the rain under a roof was equally impossible.

"Let go of me!"

Ivan Ford, who was held hostage aside, finally began to resist when the pain subsided.

Pedro Langley, legs crossed, sat leisurely on the wicker chair. At the sound, he raised two fingers, and a silver needle shot from between them.

The silver needle pierced Ivan Ford’s left shoulder.

Ivan Ford wanted to get up and resist, but his left shoulder suddenly hurt. He paused, glanced sideways, saw the familiar silver needle, felt the familiar numbness, moved his mouth wanting to curse, but it was too late. After a momentary standoff, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Truly embarrassing.

Seeing the third young master, whom he supported, in such a pathetic state, Butler Fong wished he could gouge out his own eyes.

Pedro Langley slightly furrowed his brow.

He had seen Nora Scott play with it quite effortlessly. He had specially practiced dart throwing; didn’t expect the difficulty was quite high.—The first attempt, the accuracy was a little off, it was originally aimed at Ivan Ford’s right shoulder.

"Master Pedro."

Butler Loxley, who had gone indoors, brought a charcoal stove, a small tea table, along with fruits, snacks, and a pot of tea.

Seats, charcoal fire, food, and drink, a delightful scene of enjoying autumn rain under the eaves. Compared to those in the front courtyard enduring the wind and rain, it was as if living in two different worlds.

"Damn, how long are we supposed to wait?!" A guy, bare-chested for show, couldn’t stand it any longer, and complained angrily.

The tea lid lightly swept the cup’s edge, Pedro Langley blew the hot air, sipped, and suddenly spoke up: "Say a word, take a beating."

The crowd: ?

No one had reacted yet, to understand what kind of "beating" this was, when Butler Loxley standing beside stepped forward smiling amiably, then gleefully kicked the lifeless Ivan Ford lying on the ground.

The crowd: "..." Bullying an unconscious person is too much!

However, Butler Loxley, after kicking, was quite polite and explained to those in the courtyard: "Apologies, our young madam is still resting, we hope everyone cooperates and remains quiet."

Ignoring what he said and the force he used, on the surface, he was truly a dedicated butler. Just in terms of attentiveness, expression management, he easily outshone Butler Fong.

"She’s resting alone, making us all wait in the rain?! Who does she think she is, with such airs!"

Another guy, agitated, couldn’t hold back and raised his voice to question. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His voice had barely dropped when Butler Loxley, with great force, kicked Ivan Ford once more, and Ivan Ford let out a muffled grunt even in his faint state.

The crowd: "..." You really did it!

Speaking a word and punishing Ivan Ford... Such rules are truly vile; anyone with a bit of morality would restrain themselves.

After kicking, Butler Loxley added: "Hopefully everyone cooperates."

The crowd: "..."

The saying goes, never hit a smiling person. However, Butler Loxley’s smiling demeanor truly made them gnash their teeth in hate.

Some were unwilling, wanting to roll up their sleeves to settle this, but Butler Fong swept a glance their way, and they could only hold back.

Butler Fong’s goal was clear; they weren’t just here to stir trouble; they needed to see Nora Scott to investigate the family heirloom matter, ideally using this opportunity to discredit Johan Ford in Lord Ford’s eyes.

Everything was for the sake of the bigger picture.

Anyway, Ivan Ford was unconscious, wouldn’t feel discomfort, just some pain upon waking.

—What’s the harm, anyway, it’s not him who hurts.

It’s better to wait for Nora Scott to appear.

He didn’t believe Nora Scott would hide forever.

...

Butler Fong never expected that near midday, Nora Scott’s figure was nowhere to be seen. It was as if Nora Scott truly intended to hide away, not daring to appear.

Ivan Ford woke up twice in the middle, but each time, as soon as he moved, Pedro Langley would use a silver needle, and Ivan Ford would fall back into unconsciousness without any further movement.

"..."

The shower ceased, and a large camphor tree with lush foliage shed a carpet of leaves; a breeze swept through, carrying the scent of dampness, heavy and thick.

The wait had reached its limit.

"Butler Fong! I think they’re just playing us! Even if we wait three days and nights, that person named Nora won’t come out!" A henchman threw down his stick, erupting in anger.

With someone leading, everyone else, already holding back, immediately began to chime in.

"Exactly! They’re deliberately messing with us!"

"Butler Fong, just say the word! Either we charge in and confront them or we simply pack up and go home; waiting like this is pointless!"

"Damn it, there are only two of them, plus one woman, just three people. Are we really afraid of them?!"

...

Everyone was hot-tempered, having waited all morning without seeing a soul, weathering wind and rain, it was pure torture. Now that they found an outlet, they couldn’t hold back, chattering non-stop, each one more vocal than the last.

For a moment, Butler Fong couldn’t keep them in check.

Listening to the noisiness, Butler Fong took a deep breath, thinking that if Pedro could twice shamelessly use Ivan Ford as a hostage, he really might keep them standing there indefinitely. After pondering a while, he finally made up his mind.

He raised his hand.

The noise behind him abruptly ceased.

He stretched out a single hand, slightly furrowing his brow, intently staring at Pedro Langley and Butler Loxley, his palm suggesting a downward swing as he spoke, "Take action——"

A resonant "action" word was not finished.

At that moment, a sudden sound of flute music resounded, light and ethereal, the melody beautiful, interwoven with the wind, brushing past the ears like a gentle touch.

Everyone looked up.

The wooden window on the second floor opened, and a figure sat cross-legged on the windowsill. She wore jeans, one leg dangling down, the other bent on the window sill, her trench coat open, the breeze lifting her flowing hair, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that took one’s breath away.

The flute playing halted.

The bamboo flute moved away from her lips as she toyed with it in her hand, slightly tilting her head, casually scanning the courtyard crowd.

"Tsk."

She lazily leaned back, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her neutral eyes adding a hint of mockery, as she sneered, "Looking for me?"

"..."

The thugs, initially eager to make a move, immediately lost their fighting spirit upon witnessing this scene.

There was only surrender.

The Heavenly Immortal had descended, such hardship!

They were willing to submit!

"Nora Scott!"

Butler Fong, after all, was older, having long passed the age of being swayed by beauty. Having now seen Nora Scott finally appear, his mind was entirely on his ultimate goal.

After shouting once, bolstering his own courage, Butler Fong immediately accused Nora Scott, "Hand over the heirloom you stole from the Ford Family!"

Logically, without concrete evidence, Butler Fong could only confront Nora Scott.

But he was the shameless type, directly pinning the blame on Nora Scott as soon as he spoke, with an attitude of "I’m here to hold you accountable," full of righteous indignation.

"Oh."

Nora Scott raised her eyebrow lightly.

In the next moment, they saw her stretch out her left leg, and crossing over the window... she directly jumped down from the second-floor window.

The height of the second floor was manageable, the courtyard covered in grass, with soft soil. Thus, what seemed like a dangerous jump was, for Nora Scott, virtually unscathed.

Everyone: "..."

Awesome, they could say it again and again.

Pedro Langley + Butler Loxley: "..." Just recovered from a fever and pulling off stunts, really must have been tough for her.

But, Nora Scott indeed lived up to being hailed as God’s favored daughter, with the aura of a protagonist. That particular melody was something she could play most fluently, but even then, she performed flawlessly this time, perfectly embodying the deep and unfathomable demeanor of a Martial World female knight.

The bamboo flute spun twice between her fingers, Nora Scott then withdrew it, standing straight in the courtyard, raising her eyes slightly, smirking, "Don’t randomly accuse me. Don’t say that I don’t care for any of your heirlooms, even if I did, there would be thousands ready to present it to me without me lifting a finger."

"..."

Damn!

Arrogant!

You are the most arrogant in history!