After leaving the estate of Elis Pearce, Callie Pearce didn’t bother with her own car and instead got directly into Flynn’s vehicle.
She wanted to spend more time with Flynn, even if it was just for the brief twenty-minute journey.
“Mr. Clark, do you have any plans for the future?” Callie Pearce asked, sitting in the passenger seat. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, turning her face that radiated a sense of peace and prosperity.
Indeed, Callie Pearce’s face was round and full, her demeanor gentle and elegant, exuding a dignified aura.
Such a girl, content at heart and blessed in life, looked forward to the future with a face that seemed to thrive in prosperous times.
Her type was exactly to their taste; everyone genuinely rejoiced at the sight of a girl like Callie Pearce.
“Find my mother, eliminate all my enemies, get married, have children, and then visit my mother’s hometown to ensure she lives out her days in comfort.”
“My mother has suffered too much; she deserves everlasting happiness.”
Driving, Flynn looked ahead, his eyes flickering like stars.
Adrianna Noble had endured a harsh life. Since Flynn could remember, they had lived cautiously, like sewer rats, always hiding.
They dared not show themselves, hiding in a rundown house in the suburbs, and even under a bridge for a while.
For others, such a life would seem hopeless, but Adrianna Noble always managed to bring joy to Flynn, doing everything a mother could.
In the freezing winds of winter, Adrianna Noble would warm the bed with her body before letting Flynn crawl in.
In the blossoming springs, she made whistles from willow branches and taught Flynn simple tunes.
Under the starry skies of summer, she fanned away mosquitoes with a palm-leaf fan, dreaming of the future together.
In the autumns that marked Flynn’s birthdays, Adrianna Noble would somehow prepare a lavish meal and tell him about her hometown.
There, grapes hung heavy on the vines, osmanthus flowers blanketed the hills, and wind chimes jingled melodiously…
In his memories, his mother always wore a smile, speaking of the future with longing.
She said that after Flynn graduated from college, he would marry a beautiful wife and give her many grandchildren.
They would find a small city, away from the hustle and bustle, and live a harmonious life.
But when Flynn read the letter his mother left behind, he was devastated.
Only then did he realize that she had lived in constant fear and despair.
Afraid of being discovered by enemies, afraid she wouldn’t see him marry…
She wasn’t happy, yet she always showed him the best of herself, keeping the endless fear to herself.
She was just a woman, only twenty when she had him.
She was only twenty-five when she fled the Clark family, a frail figure hiding Flynn, dodging danger.
Many nights, after lulling Flynn to sleep, she’d weep secretly nearby.
She was so helpless.
So pitiful.
Flynn had seen the scars on his mother’s back, shocking, like bark.
Some scars were old, others new.
With her capabilities as a Greater Sovereign, she shouldn’t have struggled so much; even if overpowered, she could have escaped.
It was he who burdened her, causing her to sustain many avoidable injuries while protecting him.
Guilt and longing surged; Flynn’s grip on the steering wheel trembled, his eyes misting over.
Whenever he thought of his mother, Flynn couldn’t control his emotions.
“Mr. Clark, I spoke out of turn and reminded you of unhappy things,” Callie Pearce said with an apologetic look.
“It’s okay, I just miss her too much,” Flynn responded quietly.
“As for the future, I don’t have many plans, just to find my mother as soon as possible.”
“I won’t let any enemy who hurt my mother and my benefactors get away!”
“You’ve helped find so many clues; I owe the Pearce family a favor. If the Pearce family ever faces difficulties, I’ll intervene.”
Callie Pearce quickly responded, “Mr. Clark, you’re too kind. These were just small efforts, and the Pearce family is grateful to you for a lifetime.”
“Oh, and I have another clue!”
“After you went to prison, the Clark family sent someone to the Kaur family, it seemed to be Paxton Clark’s nephew.”
“Ignatius Clark?” Flynn’s brow furrowed, and a cold frost quickly spread across his face.
He had an impression of this man, three years his senior, a son of Paxton Clark’s brother.
The kid had always been a bastard.
When Flynn was with the Clark family, Ignatius Clark often bullied him, once even tricking Flynn into going to the riverside with the intention of pushing him in to drown.
“That’s right, he brought people to beat up Matteo Kaur at the Kaur family’s place, it was a violent affair.”
“Many in Niarak know about it,” said Callie Pearce.
“Do they know why?” Flynn asked in a low voice.
“Out of spite because Matteo Kaur helped you and your mother, Ignatius Clark ordered his men to smash up the Kaur family’s place and severely beat Matteo Kaur.”
“He had him kneel on the street all day, utterly humiliating him!”
Hearing this, a murderous look flashed in Flynn’s eyes as he sneered:
“Ignatius Clark, is it? Good! Very good! I’ve noted that!”
Callie Pearce asked, “Is Mr. Clark going to Slatin? Callie Pearce can accompany you.”
Flynn shook his head, his eyes narrowing: “If I go to Slatin, I’ll have to obliterate everything related to the Clark family.”
“But I don’t know if the Clark family is connected to that power, I’m afraid of startling the snake by hitting the grass, so I can’t touch him yet.”
“But it should be soon…”
Now all the information was converging on a man with a black dragon tattoo.
This indicated that he was crucial, likely knowing more than the King of Poison.
As long as Flynn found him, he could finally understand the full extent of that power!
Callie Pearce nodded silently.
Although she was curious about the matter, Flynn did not elaborate, and it was not her place to probe further.
Soon, the two arrived at the countryside, where the scenery was lovely, dotted with several European-style cottages.
Callie Pearce’s villa was halfway up the hill. After they got out of the car, they carried mulberry branches into the courtyard.
Flynn soaked some herbs in a clay pot and set up a simple stove in the courtyard.
After soaking the herbs for an hour, they would be ready to boil.
Having done all this, Flynn saw Callie Pearce emerging from the villa.
She was dressed in a plain white silk gown with a low neckline that revealed her snow-white, ample chest. Her face was as delicate as a lotus, her eyebrows like flowing ink, her skin as white as snow.
Her long black hair was styled into an elegant high bun, the beads in it sparkling in the sunlight, her bright red lips slightly upturned as she walked towards Flynn with a graceful step.
Flynn’s gaze became somewhat dazed, and he stood rooted to the spot.
Such a stunning beauty.
She seemed like a fairy stepping out of an ancient painting, enchantingly beautiful.
Callie Pearce pulled Flynn to sit down on a chair, smiling slightly:
“Mr. Clark, the herbs need to soak a bit longer. Let Callie Pearce dance for you.”
With a flourish of her water sleeves, her body moved gracefully.
Her dance was light, her body as soft as clouds, her arms boneless, her fair hands moving fluidly, her skirt fluttering, her eyes misty and expressive, her whole being like a flower seen through fog, ethereal and elusive.
“If every day could be like this, no wonder emperors neglected their duties, no wonder indeed!” Flynn couldn’t help but marvel.
Now he understood why ancient emperors neglected their duties-with such a concubine by one’s side, rising early would be difficult indeed!
As her dance grew more intense, the white silk dress vibrated dramatically, dazzling Flynn’s eyes.
While he was lost in admiration, Callie Pearce’s eyes rippled, and with a twirl, she came close, suddenly turning her back to Flynn, then looking back with a smile, slowly leaning back with her water sleeves trailing behind.
Her waist, slim enough to be encircled with one hand, bent down until her back rested against Flynn’s legs, her body bent at a seventy-degree angle.
Such bonelessness!
Callie Pearce placed Flynn’s hand on her abdomen, her eyes brimming with tenderness, softly exhaling a fragrant breath: “Mr. Clark, how do you like Callie Pearce’s dance?”
Her chest, even more prominent due to her posture, resembled two towering peaks, smooth and firm.
And just a few centimeters from Flynn’s chin, the fragrance was overwhelming.
Flynn raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile: “Extremely beautiful, but you promised a lively dance, why did it turn into a courtly toast dance?”
Callie Pearce’s face blushed, she bit her lip and said: “Mr. Clark can watch the lively dance too, but you’ll have to stay here tonight.”
With that, her hand moved up Flynn’s thigh…