After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 866

Chapter 866

"They were both responsible for guarding the airport and keeping an eye out for their benefactors. Since they received this task, they had been squatting there for three days, encountering a lot of handsome guys, beautiful women, couples, friends and so on every day. They took pictures every day and sent them to Casey to confirm. Not only them but also many other members of the Gentry family were scattered around Aettosa and H Rovirsa airports, high-speed rail station exits and so on; all of them were stationed there.

In fact, they didn't have any connections or information networks. They relied entirely on manual labor... the dumbest method.

Today they met another handsome guy and beautiful woman couple again. They quickly took photos to send to Casey but didn't expect that these two would be their benefactors! When they received feedback from Casey, these two almost cried with excitement.

Now when Sylvia and Franklin looked at them with eyes full of fanaticism, excitement and admiration overflowed in their hearts. One young man couldn't control his tears anymore as he began crying uncontrollably: "Benefactors! We finally meet you!"

"Look at you crying like a baby!" The other young man punched him lightly but ended up choking up himself. "We've been guarding here for three days; our legs are sore."

"Benefactors! the Gentry family will definitely repay your great kindness!"

"Oh? So it was the Gentry family who mobilized everyone to find me?" Sylvia smiled slightly as she wondered why everyone in the Gentry family seemed so emotional? Were all of them crybabies?

Franklin's voice was low-pitched with magnetism as his eyes narrowed slightly. "So you're from the Gentry family?"

One of the young men quickly explained, "We just want to thank our benefactors!"

The other one looked like a sycophant; he rubbed his hands together saying, "Benefactors... Don't worry we're just here to repay your kindness; we don't have any ulterior motives."

"We'll become your personal bodyguards from now on! We'll protect you closely!"

"Yes yes! This is our family emblem."

The two young men quickly handed over their own exclusive family emblems.

It was a wooden signboard engraved with the symbol of the Gentry family along with these two young men's names - one called Orlando Gentry while another called Bryson Gentry.

Sylvia found it a bit ridiculous. "You don't have to follow us or be our bodyguards. We're here for business. And please, tell your young master that he doesn't need to be so enthusiastic." With that, she and Franklin turned and headed into the hotel.

The two young men immediately took their luggage from Jasper's hands with obsequious smiles. "Leave this kind of work to us from now on, sir."

The hotel was already booked, and after Sylvia, Franklin, and the other man each entered their respective rooms via the elevator, the two young men quickly opened a room for themselves.

"Did our young master board his flight?"

"He did. He flew in on our family's private plane; it takes about two hours to get here."

"That's great news. It'll be easy once he arrives."

Meanwhile at Aettosa Imperial Penitentiary...

People had been looking forward to the monthly arena promotion match for some time now.

They were all serious criminals - fugitives who loved bloodshed and brutal fights as if they could only feel alive through them; this sense of pleasure was like an addicting drug that relieved their stress.

As they looked at each other with eyes like those of mortal enemies waiting for an opportunity to strike, it seemed as though one more glance could pierce through someone's heart like a knife.

Soon enough there were two promotion candidates who started fighting before even hearing the whistle blown by prison guards serving as referees.

They punched each other fiercely until you could hear bones cracking under impact - all while surrounded by cheering inmates rooting for one side or another.

Clare sat in a corner while Ronnie handed him a glass of water with concern written all over his face. "Master... Your opponent seems to be him!" He pointed towards a man sitting not too far away from them.

Clare had been resting with his eyes closed when Ronnie spoke up; he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards where Ronnie was pointing.

His cold gaze flickered with intense fighting spirit as he stared at his opponent, a muscular young man without any shirt on whose muscles bulged out impressively upon contact with Clare's gaze.

There was an overwhelming aura emanating from him which made Clare feel intimidated – something about this guy's muscles made him seem unbeatable compared to himself who didn't have such strength.

Soon, the two fighters on the stage had determined a winner. One man, covered in blood, was carried away and Ronnie watched with a pounding heart.

"Master..." he looked at Clare with concern. "Maybe we shouldn't have entered this life or death fight."