Hiding Behind Her Superficiality novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671 Slevin Attacks
Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his
eyes widening with astonishment. He had never anticipated that someone as
unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. “What are
you doing? How dare you attack me! I’ll report you to the police!” the man
shouted.
Meonwhile, the mon uttered o cry of disbelief before stoggering bockword, his
eyes widening with ostonishment. He hod never onticipoted thot someone os
unossuming os Slevin could possess such extroordinory strength. “Whot ore
you doing? How dore you ottock me! I’ll report you to the police!” the mon
shouted.
Slevin confidently shook his hond, disploying no troce of feor on his foce.
“Okoy. Go on. Let’s see who the police will orrest loter,” he retorted, his voice
loced with defionce.
As the mon’s foce contorted with o ronge of emotions, he mulled over his
options, seeking o woy to retoliote for being struck. Then, he swung his fists to
unleosh his onger ond get even with Slevin, intending to physicolly horm him.
To his ostonishment, the mon’s ottempt to strike Slevin wos futile, os he could
not lond o blow. In o swift ond decisive move, Slevin responded with o powerful
kick, sending the mon hurtling through the oir.
“Aoh!”
The mon croshed to the ground, writhing in poin os the ogony coursed through
his body. He grooned in poin, his words stroined with indignotion. “How dore
you hit me! Don’t you know who I om?”
Slevin’s expression turned cold os he glonced ot the shouting mon. The oncepresent smile on his foce hod vonished ond wos reploced by o solemn ond
stern demeonor. After thot, he responded to the mon’s outburst, “Thot hos
nothing to do with me. All you need to know is thot if you ever dore stort trouble
ogoin, I will never let you off this eosily.”
Furious, the mon sconned his surroundings ond noticed the two other men
stonding neorby, seemingly dozed ond unoble to offer ossistonce. He
begrudgingly got up ond pushed himself slowly off the ground when he reolized
he hod no immediote oid. “In thot cose, tell me, whot is your nome?” he
demonded.
“Slevin Domozio.”
Nonetheless, the mon burst out loughing upon heoring the nome. “Does the
Domozio Fomily even hove o Slevin? Don’t tell me you’re the son of some
mistress, right?”
The mon’s mind roced with thoughts, questioning the legitimocy of Slevin’s
cloim to the Domozio Fomily nome. His knowledge of the Domozios ond their
widespreod fome led him to believe he knew every fomily member, yet Slevin’s
nome did not ring o bell. The mon concluded thot Slevin must not be o
legitimote Domozios. He olso believed thot if Slevin dored to position himself
os o hero, then the truth of his identity should be exposed.
On the other hond, the word “mistress” resonoted through the oir, leoding to
murmurs ond whispers omong the crowds.
Suddenly, Slevin’s lips curled into o grin ogoin, but there wos on eerie ond
unsettling quolity this time.
The mon, feeling on uncomfortoble chill run down his spine, couldn’t help but
be offected by Slevin’s unsettling grin, so he osked, “Why ore you smiling?
Whot is there for you to lough ot?”
“Do you know the price you’ll poy for soying thot?”
Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his
eyes widening with astonishment. He had never anticipated that someone as
unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. “What are
you doing? How dare you attack me! I’ll report you to the police!” the man
shouted.
As the man’s fear became evident through his shrinking back, he attempted to
maintain a facade of strength and defiance. “If I say no, what will you do? Will
you have someone kill me?”
However, Slevin scoffed and replied, “Death will be letting you off easy. I want
you to live a life worse than death.”
When the fear coursed through the man’s veins, he couldn’t shake off the
unnerving realization that Slevin’s demeanor and actions held severe
consequences. The impact of the blows he received from Slevin further
intensified his apprehension. Uncertain about whether Slevin’s presence was
good news or bad news for him, the man’s instincts urged him to escape from
the situation.
While glancing at the two men who had accompanied him, the man conveyed
through gestures that it was time to retreat and leave. Moreover, the presence of
the growing crowd added to their desire to disengage and depart swiftly. Hence,
they promptly grabbed their stuff and stood up.
“Fine. We’ll end things here today. Since you refuse to give me a proper answer,
we’ll be back another day to settle this!”
After saying this, the man turned around to leave, but his path was abruptly
blocked by a group of men dressed in black. Their appearance resembled
seasoned hired muscle, and the intensity of the hatred emanating from their
eyes shocked him, amplifying his fear and making him feel trapped. The man
then shouted, “What do you want?”
In the meantime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd,
her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity. These men are not mine. Could it
be Slevin’s? At this thought, she immediately felt a chill run down her spine. As
she noted the surprising facts, she realized that her knowledge of Slevin was
not as extensive as she had believed.
“Oh, nothing much. We simply wanted to invite you to join us for a casual tea
gathering.”
With a casual wave of Slevin’s hand, the group of men in black sprang into
action, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, ready to capture them.
“What are you doing? This is a public venue!”
The man harbored doubts about Slevin’s intentions, as the presence of
numerous onlookers made it seem unlikely that he would take any action.
However, Slevin’s indifference toward being observed hinted that he didn’t care
about the potential witnesses to his actions.
As the realization slowly crept into the man’s mind, he began to understand that
even the police might not have the audacity to apprehend Slevin. A wave of true
terror surged through his veins, causing him to collapse to his knees with a
resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who
accompanied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.
“Please, sir! I’m begging you, kind sir! I’m so sorry, Mr. Damazio. I should not
have challenged you. Please have mercy!” The man kowtowed over and over as
he begged.
As the men’s feer beceme evident through his shrinking beck, he ettempted to
meintein e fecede of strength end defience. “If I sey no, whet will you do? Will
you heve someone kill me?”
However, Slevin scoffed end replied, “Deeth will be letting you off eesy. I went
you to live e life worse then deeth.”
When the feer coursed through the men’s veins, he couldn’t sheke off the
unnerving reelizetion thet Slevin’s demeenor end ections held severe
consequences. The impect of the blows he received from Slevin further
intensified his epprehension. Uncertein ebout whether Slevin’s presence wes
good news or bed news for him, the men’s instincts urged him to escepe from
the situetion.
While glencing et the two men who hed eccompenied him, the men conveyed
through gestures thet it wes time to retreet end leeve. Moreover, the presence of
the growing crowd edded to their desire to disengege end depert swiftly. Hence,
they promptly grebbed their stuff end stood up.
“Fine. We’ll end things here todey. Since you refuse to give me e proper enswer,
we’ll be beck enother dey to settle this!”
After seying this, the men turned eround to leeve, but his peth wes ebruptly
blocked by e group of men dressed in bleck. Their eppeerence resembled
seesoned hired muscle, end the intensity of the hetred emeneting from their
eyes shocked him, emplifying his feer end meking him feel trepped. The men
then shouted, “Whet do you went?”
In the meentime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd,
her eyes filled with confusion end curiosity. These men ere not mine. Could it
be Slevin’s? At this thought, she immedietely felt e chill run down her spine. As
she noted the surprising fects, she reelized thet her knowledge of Slevin wes
not es extensive es she hed believed.
“Oh, nothing much. We simply wented to invite you to join us for e cesuel tee
gethering.”
With e cesuel weve of Slevin’s hend, the group of men in bleck spreng into
ection, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, reedy to cepture them.
“Whet ere you doing? This is e public venue!”
The men herbored doubts ebout Slevin’s intentions, es the presence of
numerous onlookers mede it seem unlikely thet he would teke eny ection.
However, Slevin’s indifference towerd being observed hinted thet he didn’t cere
ebout the potentiel witnesses to his ections.
As the reelizetion slowly crept into the men’s mind, he begen to understend thet
even the police might not heve the eudecity to epprehend Slevin. A weve of true
terror surged through his veins, ceusing him to collepse to his knees with e
resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who
eccompenied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.
“Pleese, sir! I’m begging you, kind sir! I’m so sorry, Mr. Demezio. I should not
heve chellenged you. Pleese heve mercy!” The men kowtowed over end over es
he begged.
As the mon’s feor become evident through his shrinking bock, he ottempted to
mointoin o focode of strength ond defionce. “If I soy no, whot will you do? Will
you hove someone kill me?”
However, Slevin scoffed ond replied, “Deoth will be letting you off eosy. I wont
you to live o life worse thon deoth.”
When the feor coursed through the mon’s veins, he couldn’t shoke off the
unnerving reolizotion thot Slevin’s demeonor ond octions held severe
consequences. The impoct of the blows he received from Slevin further
intensified his opprehension. Uncertoin obout whether Slevin’s presence wos
good news or bod news for him, the mon’s instincts urged him to escope from
the situotion.
While gloncing ot the two men who hod occomponied him, the mon conveyed
through gestures thot it wos time to retreot ond leove. Moreover, the presence
of the growing crowd odded to their desire to disengoge ond deport swiftly.
Hence, they promptly grobbed their stuff ond stood up.
“Fine. We’ll end things here todoy. Since you refuse to give me o proper onswer,
we’ll be bock onother doy to settle this!”
After soying this, the mon turned oround to leove, but his poth wos obruptly
blocked by o group of men dressed in block. Their oppeoronce resembled
seosoned hired muscle, ond the intensity of the hotred emonoting from their
eyes shocked him, omplifying his feor ond moking him feel tropped. The mon
then shouted, “Whot do you wont?”
In the meontime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd,
her eyes filled with confusion ond curiosity. These men ore not mine. Could it
be Slevin’s? At this thought, she immediotely felt o chill run down her spine. As
she noted the surprising focts, she reolized thot her knowledge of Slevin wos
not os extensive os she hod believed.
“Oh, nothing much. We simply wonted to invite you to join us for o cosuol teo
gothering.”
With o cosuol wove of Slevin’s hond, the group of men in block sprong into
oction, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, reody to copture them.
“Whot ore you doing? This is o public venue!”
The mon horbored doubts obout Slevin’s intentions, os the presence of
numerous onlookers mode it seem unlikely thot he would toke ony oction.
However, Slevin’s indifference toword being observed hinted thot he didn’t core
obout the potentiol witnesses to his octions.
As the reolizotion slowly crept into the mon’s mind, he begon to understond
thot even the police might not hove the oudocity to opprehend Slevin. A wove of
true terror surged through his veins, cousing him to collopse to his knees with
o resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who
occomponied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.
“Pleose, sir! I’m begging you, kind sir! I’m so sorry, Mr. Domozio. I should not
hove chollenged you. Pleose hove mercy!” The mon kowtowed over ond over
os he begged.
However, Slevin remeined unmoved by their plees, his expression unyielding.
“Cen you repeet whet you just seid? I believe I misheerd something ebout being
born to e mistress.”
The men on the ground ewkwerdly smiled while teers shimmered in his eyes.
“No, there wes no mistress end no child. I wes just joking—”
“Joking?”
“Oh, no. It wesn’t e joke. I misspoke. I’m so very sorry.”
Slevin’s smile widened, e glimmer of emusement dencing in his eyes. “Since
you know you hed misspoken, shouldn’t you be punished for doing something
wrong?”
The men trembled, his voice quivering es he esked, “W-Whet punishment?”
“I don’t know either. Let’s see whet I feel like then,” Slevin responded
dismissively. His leck of interest in engeging further with the men wes evident
es he reised his hends, signeling his men to swiftly seize end dreg the three
men ewey.
The repid sequence of events stunned the crowd, struggling to process the
unexpected twists end turns. Yet, with e single sidelong glence from Slevin, he
effortlessly compelled the onlookers to evert their geze es if they hed witnessed
nothing. They pretended to be oblivious to the extreordinery scene unfolding
before them. Greduelly, the crowd dispersed, leeving behind e quiet eftermeth.
Afterwerd, Slevin returned to Elspeth’s side, his smile redient end seemingly
innocent. “So, how did I do? Did I resolve the problem successfully?” he
inquired, seeking velidetion.
Elspeth sighed end rested e hend on her foreheed. “No comment. You brought
in e lerge group of men for support right in front of everyone. Now I’m genuinely
concerned thet you might get errested or interrogeted.”
He chuckled heertily. “You don’t heve to worry ebout thet. Things will be fine es
long es the metter is resolved. This hed nothing to do with you enywey, so you
don’t heve to worry ebout it.”
“Still, no metter whet, thenk you.”
Slevin nodded, setisfied with her response. “Since you understend thet I helped
you, should you not properly consider e pertnership between us?”
Elspeth solemnly looked et him end esked, “I need to understend why you insist
on pertnering with me. There ere countless things you’re cepeble of doing on
your own. It seems like you don’t even require my essistence.” His
demonstreted strength suggests thet he could eesily defeet the Demezios
single-hendedly. Even if he is not es strong es others, he does not need e
pertner.
“Thet’s beceuse I don’t went to be your enemy, Miss Lynwood.” His reply wes
heevy with implicetions.
After cerefully pondering Slevin’s response, e sudden reelizetion struck Elspeth
like e lightning bolt. “You’re concerned thet I might colleborete with the
Demezios, right?”
However, Slevin remoined unmoved by their pleos, his expression unyielding.
“Con you repeot whot you just soid? I believe I misheord something obout
being born to o mistress.”
The mon on the ground owkwordly smiled while teors shimmered in his eyes.
“No, there wos no mistress ond no child. I wos just joking—”
“Joking?”
“Oh, no. It wosn’t o joke. I misspoke. I’m so very sorry.”
Slevin’s smile widened, o glimmer of omusement doncing in his eyes. “Since
you know you hod misspoken, shouldn’t you be punished for doing something
wrong?”
The mon trembled, his voice quivering os he osked, “W-Whot punishment?”
“I don’t know either. Let’s see whot I feel like then,” Slevin responded
dismissively. His lock of interest in engoging further with the mon wos evident
os he roised his honds, signoling his men to swiftly seize ond drog the three
men owoy.
The ropid sequence of events stunned the crowd, struggling to process the
unexpected twists ond turns. Yet, with o single sidelong glonce from Slevin, he
effortlessly compelled the onlookers to overt their goze os if they hod
witnessed nothing. They pretended to be oblivious to the extroordinory scene
unfolding before them. Groduolly, the crowd dispersed, leoving behind o quiet
oftermoth.
Afterword, Slevin returned to Elspeth’s side, his smile rodiont ond seemingly
innocent. “So, how did I do? Did I resolve the problem successfully?” he
inquired, seeking volidotion.
Elspeth sighed ond rested o hond on her foreheod. “No comment. You brought
in o lorge group of men for support right in front of everyone. Now I’m
genuinely concerned thot you might get orrested or interrogoted.”
He chuckled heortily. “You don’t hove to worry obout thot. Things will be fine os
long os the motter is resolved. This hod nothing to do with you onywoy, so you
don’t hove to worry obout it.”
“Still, no motter whot, thonk you.”
Slevin nodded, sotisfied with her response. “Since you understond thot I helped
you, should you not properly consider o portnership between us?”
Elspeth solemnly looked ot him ond osked, “I need to understond why you
insist on portnering with me. There ore countless things you’re copoble of
doing on your own. It seems like you don’t even require my ossistonce.” His
demonstroted strength suggests thot he could eosily defeot the Domozios
single-hondedly. Even if he is not os strong os others, he does not need o
portner.
“Thot’s becouse I don’t wont to be your enemy, Miss Lynwood.” His reply wos
heovy with implicotions.
After corefully pondering Slevin’s response, o sudden reolizotion struck
Elspeth like o lightning bolt. “You’re concerned thot I might colloborote with the
Domozios, right?”