The golf course was situated high on Mount Cloud, over a hundred meters above the mountain’s base. Falling from such a height would be fatal.
Having held grudges against Cristofer for years, Mr. Klein knew all too well how merciless he could be.
Fear engulfed him, and he stammered, “Cristofer, this woman claimed you had nothing to do with her. Are you really going to kill me for her?”
Hearing Mr. Klein’s words, Cristofer smiled coldly and declared, “I can even sacrifice my life for her, let alone kill someone on her behalf.”
With the golf club raised again, Cristofer aimed at Mr. Klein’s head, saying, “You haven’t answered my question. I’ll count to three. One, two, three…”
Terrified, Mr. Klein couldn’t bear it any longer. Tears and blood mixed on his face as he trembled and said, “It’s right… No! Left! Left hand! Ah!”
His scream echoed across the golf course as the club came down, hammering his left hand into the ground.
Just as Cristofer prepared to strike again, Estelle, who had regained some composure, staggered to her feet and hugged Cristofer from behind, pleading, “Sir, please stop…”
Upon hearing Estelle’s anxious voice, Cristofer set aside the club and embraced her firmly with one arm.
“Estelle, I apologize for being late,” he explained.
Despite feeling a bit breathless from the tight hug, Estelle didn’t pull away because she sensed his arm was trembling, indicating his fear.
“Didn’t you travel overseas?” Estelle inquired, standing in place and allowing him to hug her. “Have you returned for me? Did I cause a delay in your business?”
“No, it’s not that,” Cristofer replied. “I’ve already taken care of that matter.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Estelle, let’s leave Hadale as soon as we can. Randaw is a perfect destination, with its serene surroundings and small population. You love snow, right? The snow-covered landscapes there are truly enchanting. I’ve already purchased a villa at the foot of a mountain, where we can sit by the fireplace and enjoy the snow every day. And during the nights, we can listen to the soothing sound of snow falling.”
“Okay, I’ve never seen snow before,” Estelle replied.
In Hadale, located in the Southern Hemisphere, the seasons were always spring-like. Even on the coldest days, the temperature never dropped below 15 degrees Celsius, and snow was a rarity. That’s why Estelle had never experienced snow before.
“Your wish will come true soon,” Cristofer said, sighing slightly. “Once we reach Randaw, we can marvel at the snow every day.”
“But I haven’t finished dealing with the company matters yet. Moreover, I still need to bring Melody and Gretchen to justice. Sir, could you please wait a little longer? Once everything is resolved, I will join you.”
“Okay,” Cristofer said, gradually calming down as Estelle comforted him. “Did I hurt you just now? I hugged you too tightly.”
Estelle embraced him, gently caressing his back to reassure him. “No, I’m fine.”
“Let’s leave this place first,” Cristofer said in a husky voice.
After his words, he effortlessly picked up Estelle with one arm and placed her on the back of the motorcycle. Then he mounted the bike and asked her to hold onto his waist before starting the engine.
Soon, Estelle noticed something unusual. The mountain road was rugged and rough, but Cristofer continued riding the motorcycle with just one hand on the handle.
‘There’s something off about Mr. Mysterious’ left hand. When he hit Mr. Klein with the golf club, removed his helmet, and hugged me, he only used his right arm while his left arm remained limp on his left side,’ she thought.
“Sir.”
“What’s up?” Cristofer asked.
“Is your left hand injured?”
“No.”
Estelle gently touched his left arm, and she felt his body tense up instantly, confirming her suspicion that something was indeed wrong with his left arm.
As they left Mount Cloud and reached a flat road, she immediately spoke up, “Please stop the motorcycle.”
“What’s the matter, Estelle?”
“Sir, just stop the motorcycle first.”
Upon hearing her urgency, Cristofer complied, pulling over to the side of the road, putting his feet on the ground to maintain balance, and turning off the engine.
Without hesitation, Estelle quickly reached out to roll up his sleeve. However, as soon as she touched him, Cristofer pulled away her hand.
Cristofer then held her wrists with one hand and lowered his head to look at her, pretending to be relaxed and deliberately asking with a meaningful smile, “What do you want to do?”
“Let me see your arm.”
“I’ve told you I’m not injured.”
“I don’t believe it,” Estelle asserted as she struggled to break free from his grip.
Realizing that he had been preventing her from touching his sleeve, Estelle had a sudden idea and took off Cristofer’s jacket when he loosened his grip on her wrists.
To her shock, she saw that Cristofer’s left forearm was wrapped in gauze, and blood was seeping through.
“You… You…” she stammered.
Nonchalantly, Cristofer replied, “I had a car accident and broke my arm when I came here. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not a big deal?” Estelle couldn’t contain her emotions, and her anger surged. “And why is your arm wrapped in gauze? Tell me the truth. What on earth really happened to you?”
At first, Cristofer was taken aback by her scolding, but then he felt a sense of happiness seeing her worried and angry expression. “Are you genuinely concerned about me?”
Estelle was genuinely frightened and worried. She had never encountered such a severe injury before.
Feeling the urge to get closer and check his wound, Estelle tried to approach, but Mr. Mysterious gently held her shoulder to prevent her from seeing it.
“Don’t look at it, and please don’t worry,” he said.
Taking a deep breath, Estelle’s nose twitched as she asked, “Sir, did you have a motorcycle accident because you were riding too fast and collided with a car? Were you hit by the car?”
Mr. Mysterious chuckled and replied, “Oh, no. It’s not like that. If a car had run over my arm, I’d be injured all over.”
“Then what really happened to you? You promised not to hide anything from me except your engagement,” Estelle insisted.
Reluctantly, Mr. Mysterious replied, “Alright, I’ll tell you what happened. I did have an accident, but it wasn’t a car accident; it was a motorbike accident.”
“And who was responsible for the accident? Who bumped into you?” Estelle inquired.
“It was a young man. He got scared when he saw me injured, so he ran away,” Mr. Mysterious revealed.
Feeling upset, Estelle furrowed her brow and said, “Regardless of his age, he should take responsibility for his actions.”
Mr. Mysterious couldn’t help but smile wider at her worried expression and her concerned nagging. He embraced her with one arm and reassured her, “I promise you, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.”