The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5721

Her tone was cold and arrogant, not leaving any room for retaliation.

F*ck me…

Darryl frowned at Rachelle's attitude, both exasperated and amused.

Rachelle really was interesting. It was clearly her fault that Prince Auten had escaped, but here she was making it look like it was Darryl's fault.

At the thought, Darryl said slowly, "Prince Auten is incredibly cunning. I don't know where he's hiding right now either."

As the words rang through the air, Rachelle harrumphed coldly and spoke in a tone devoid of any empathy. "I don't care. You promised me that you'd avenge my Senior Brother for me. Don't think for a second that just because we're back in your homeland that you can go back on your promise."

Why did Rachelle not seem to understand how things work no matter what?

"We've got to think in terms of the bigger picture."

Rachelle knitted her brows together, her exquisite features laced with annoyance and impatience. "Ha, excuse after excuse! If you aren't going to help me, I'll seek revenge myself."

Ever since she had been sent to the Nine Continents, Rachelle had first ran into Lord Auten, been mistaken for one of Antigonus' allies and nearly lost her life, before running into the cunning and evil Scitalis. It could be said that she had encountered a good number of hardships, and had been holding back her indignance for a long time. Being in front of Darryl now, she could no longer hold back.

Just then, Rachelle said her final words before getting up and turning to leave.

"Sigh!"

Darryl did not know whether to laugh or cry at the situation. He stepped forward quickly, holding Rachelle by the arm. "Rachelle, could you please calm down?"

"You're in the Nine Continents, and you don't know your way around here at all. How are you going to find Prince Auten all by yourself? And also, you wouldn't be any match for him even if you were to run into him. Come on, I promise I'll give you the chance to take revenge when I get my hands on him…"

As he spoke, Darryl's expression was nothing but sincere.

"You…"

Rachelle was both humiliated and angered at her arm being held by Darryl, and she struggled to wrench it free. "Let me go…" Despite there being no one around, it did not look good at all for two people to be seen this intimate.

Darryl, too, knew that he had gone too far, and scrambled to let go.

"Ahh…"