“Zephyr!”
Yale widened his eyes as he watched Zephyr leave just like that. He did not want to yield.
“Cousin…” Zephyr stopped and tilted his head slightly, not sure if he was smiling. “Grandpa told me to have priorities, that I shouldn’t fight you for a woman.
“I thought he was right, so…” He turned his head to look at Yale, his eyes cold. “Have fun!”
Yale was stunned.
Wait, was he not ready to fight until death just now? He almost strangled him to death, and now he left just like that!?
He grabbed the shotgun quickly!
Just when he was going to cock the gun, Zephyr beat him to it. He turned around and pointed his pistol to his head.
He smirked. “Cousin, I’ve already told you and your father to never pull tricks behind my back, or I won’t show mercy! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it?”
Yale’s face turned pale. He dropped the shotgun and looked at him blankly.
Zephyr glared at him with mockery. A scream came from behind just when he was stepping out of the door.
“Marcus!”
Yelena ran toward him, ignoring everything else. She accidentally stepped on the blanket and fell hard onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, she crawled to him.
“Marcus… Save me!”
Zephyr looked at her with disgust.
“Marcus!” she screamed in devastation, but he did not stay for her.
Watching that man disappear to the end of the corridor, she was as desperate as the blurred and endless night.
The noise of Yale playing with the shotgun was loud and clear in the quiet room.
Yelena curled up in the corner of the wall instinctively. She was shaking.
“Hah, he’s not Marcus. He’s the Hamertons’ third son, Zephyr.” Yale scoffed. “Baby, you’re meeting all of the bigshots today!”
She looked at him in fear. He squatted before her, pinching her chin with two fingers.
“That brat sure is fast to change. He’s giving his wife away just like that?
“Or…” Yale suddenly came to his senses. “You’re not actually his wife?”
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