Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Chapter 820: Do You Think I Would Believe You?

Ethan Smith briefly furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Tyler Wright behind him.

“Mr. Smith, we meet again.” Tyler Wright said politely.

Ethan Smith nodded at him, asking, “What did you mean by what you just said?”

Wright laughed, “As you should know, Emily Taylor carries a unique bloodline. This bloodline is incredibly powerful. Whoever possesses Emily can establish a super-strong sect.”

Ethan Smith kept his silence, signaling Wright to continue.

“Hence, many sects, many powers in the world, have set their eyes on her,” Wright continued.

Ethan Smith nodded slightly. He then said to Wright, who was wearing a semi-smiling look, “You’re suggesting Emily is not safe with me, how would you suggest I proceed then?”

Wright casually answered, “Mr. Smith, to be honest, I too come from a certain Mystic Realm.”

“Hmm.” Ethan Smith was not surprised at his comment.

Wright continued, “The safest place would be to take her to a Mystic Realm. Of course, Mr. Smith, if you’d like, you could accompany me.”

At these words, Smith’s impression of Wright was immediately diminished.

Ethan Smith couldn’t possibly trust this man, Wright.

Moreover, considering they were strangers, why would Wright decide to help him?

“There is no need for that,” Ethan Smith refused without hesitation.

Wright laughed, “Mr. Smith, don’t tell me you’re worried about me? Me and Miss Green are friends.”

“Yes, Mr. Wright is trustworthy,” Daphne Green added.

Ethan Smith’s eyes slightly narrowed.

He stared at Daphne Green in front of him and said half-jokingly, “Miss Green, honestly speaking, I had a decent impression of you before, but now … sorry, but it’s better if you keep your distance going forward.”

After delivering this sentence, Ethan Smith turned and walked away.

A hint of surprise flashed through Daphne Green’s beautiful eyes. Hesitating for a moment, she then hurriedly followed him.

“Mr. Smith, are you implying that I’m after Emily’s blood?” Daphne Green asked with a slightly frowned brow.

“Whether you are or not, does it matter?” Ethan Smith scoffed.

“I risked my life to bring Emily out, do you think I would trust her with you?”

“Mr. Smith, you misunderstood us,” Tyler Wright caught up with them.

“My original intention was to provide you with a residence. Once your Power of Martial Saint disappears, the Capital City Martial Arts Association won’t let you off.”

Ethan Smith laughed coldly, “There’s no need for your concerns, I have a plan.”

“Also, I warn you both, I will not spare anyone who attempts to access Emily Taylor.”

Tyler Wright and Daphne Green exchanged a glance, left speechless for a moment.

After returning, Ethan Smith immediately made a phone call to the man with the mustache.

“How is it, have you completed the teleport array?” Ethan Smith asked.

The man with the mustache grunted, “It’s not that simple, be patient!”

After stating that, the man with the mustache must hung up the phone begrudgingly.

Sitting alone in the vast Mansion, Ethan Smith felt slightly worried.

He had a feeling that things probably wouldn’t be this simple.

Suddenly, Ethan Smith felt a figure appearing outside.

“Who is it?” Ethan Smith swiftly stood up, his aura exploding.

Upon closer inspection, he saw Broderick approaching.

Ethan Smith frowned and he moved forward, asking, “Heaven Swallowing Python? Are you here for revenge?”

Broderick coldly said, “Although I don’t like you, I can distinguish right from wrong. The one who killed Ms. Hayward was the Capital City Martial Arts Association, not you.”

At this moment, elegantly dressed young men from every major family had already gathered there.

As agreed, Emerson Holmes was already waiting there early.

“Mr. Smith!” On seeing Ethan Smith, Ricardo Bowman and others greeted him.

Smith nodded in acknowledgment.

Since Ethan Smith made a big disturbance at the Capital City Martial Arts Association, these aristocratic young men had acknowledged him more, and even wanted to win him over.

Smith chose to keep a proper distance from them.

“Everyone’s here, let’s get going.” Emerson Holmes said.

The crowd nodded; together, they journeyed toward the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

After crossing the hall of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, they arrived at the courtyard.

Among the countless houses in the courtyard, a tall tower stood at the deepest part. This tower was the renowned Scripture Pavilion.

Three golden letters sparkled under the light, incredibly dazzling.

Standing below the Scripture Pavilion, Ethan Smith could feel an aura of tranquility.

This aura stemmed from the teachings of western Buddhism, containing a hint of the power of faith.

“The Scripture Pavilion…last time I came was ten years ago,” Blaise Rhodes murmured.

“Same, I was such a kid when I first visited. Now look how much time has passed,” someone else chimed in.

Emerson Holmes coughed and instructed, “You can’t stay too long in the Scripture Pavilion. I’ll give you all three days, after that, everyone must leave, understood?”

“President Holmes, rest assured,” everyone nodded in agreement.

Emerson Holmes said no more, he walked towards the Scripture Pavilion, with a token in his hand.

As Holmes activated it, the token started to shimmer with rays of light.