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The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 

He touched his nose and mumbled with puzzled eyes, “Who is cursing me?” 

After eight years of cultivation, he had become extraordinarily healthy and never caught a cold. Why did he suddenly sneeze? 

At that moment, Wane also came back. After seeing Haylan, he grinned and put on a gloating look, asking with a smiling face, “How was everything going? Did the tigress bully you?” 

“There was a tigress indeed, but she did not bully me. Haylan thought in his heart. 

Despite his thought, he remained composed and asked, “What’s the name of the tigress you talked 

of?” 

“Yvonne Lynch. Everybody knows her,” Wane said. 

Hearing that, Haylan slightly knitted his brows and thought, “The woman I met is Yara Irwin. Looks like she is not the tigress Wane and the others talked about.” 

There came a lot of beeps. 

Suddenly, the vehicle’s whistle sounded. 

Vans drove over to block the entrance of the Mapleturz Group. 

A group of people got off the vans, moved the red roses out of the vans, and placed them into the shape of a big heart. 

Then, an Aston Martin arrived. 

A young man with sharp eyes, wearing a white Armani suit, displayed an imposing air held at bouquet of roses, and stood in the center of the heart shape. There were mixed feelings of excitement and anticipation in his eyes. 

“Mr. Muller came to woo Ms. Labenz again. Rich people are so romantic,” Wane said with a sigh. 

Haylan took a glance, sat down, picked up a magazine, and started reading it. 

“Aren’t you curious?” Wane asked in astonishment. 

It was such a grand occasion that even he couldn’t help taking a few glances. Yet, Haylan was not interested at all. 

“It’s merely a rich kid’s courtship. What’s there to look at?” 

Haylan didn’t raise his head and showed no interest at all. 

Now, Quentin and the others also came back to the security room. Upon seeing Larry, they all looked grim. 

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