“Eh, how’s my savior?”
Kelsey plopped down onto one of the side rails and looked over at Nick behind Kevin in surprise.
She knew Nick, that time when the Folsom family got messed up by Rachel, when she fled to A dying, it was Nick who carried her and found Paige.
When her parents arrived in A later, they even took her to pay their respects.
Knowing that Nick had been captured had always annoyed her.
“All hypnotized.” Paige said.
JT had no one left to use, not even Kevin and Nick.
“Damn JT!”
Kelsey was exasperated, then looked at the white-faced, handsome Kevin, “This isn’t that …”
I’ve seen it before on the docks, but at the time both Kevin and Nick had little expression, like puppets.
“The head of the Lautners family, Kevin,” Paige said with her.
“Oh – that’s the second brother-in-law Bastion was talking about!”
Kelsey’s realization dawned on her.
After coming to A, she often went to hang out with the Wind Islanders in order to get to know Paige more, and was especially close to the young teenager Bastion; after all, the two shared a common hobby – blindly worshipping Paige.
Paige silently put down her cup of tea, which was completely undrinkable.
She looked down, only to see Nick pushing Kevin to sit down in the most VIP seat in the VIP area.
“Go, go down to them.” Paige stood up from her seat.
Kelsey hurried to follow her.
Going down the wooden stairs, Paige walked straight toward Kevin and the others, and was just about to lean in when a big, burly man next to her stopped her and yelled menacingly, “What’s the deal?”
The voice was so startling that everyone turned their heads to look at Paige.
Including Kevin and Nick.
Kevin was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes looking coldly at Paige, no longer having the familiarity he once had.
Nick also turned his head, his eyes fell on Paige’s face, his eyes immediately brightened, “snapped” opened the fan in his hand, pretending to fan a few times, and reprimanded the big man in an oily tone, “Why are you so fierce? I’m not sure why you’re being so aggressive.”
At this moment Nick without black frame glasses, also no longer in the usual calm look, combed a big oil head, a kind of playboy look sitting there, hate to carve in his face “I am very handsome”.
This style, like the first time they met in the night market his appearance.
At that time, Nick had not yet met Angie, and Angie was not dead.
Nick was, in a word, punchable.
Paige looked at him steadily, her eyes a little sore.
JT must have hypnotized the character and resume of Landon Folsom, the fourth master of the Folsom family, into Nick’s head, but in her opinion, it was to call back the original Nick.
Nick shook his fan and stood up, stood in front of Paige, and posed a Pose that he thought was handsome, “Whose young lady is this who was born so beautiful, and is she here to look for this gentleman? Ben … Hey, why are your eyes red?”
Nick stopped his pretentious fan shaking action and looked at her with some consternation.
Is it red?
Paige touched her eyes and faintly said, “It’s nothing, it’s good to see you like this.”
At least for the time he was hypnotized, he could forget the pain that he couldn’t forget.
Nick looked puzzled.
Paige pulled out the chair next to the octagonal table and sat right up in it, sitting across from Kevin.
Kevin sat there watching her casual movements and frowned, “Miss, this is our spot in THE Folsom family.”
You’re not even THE Folsom family and you’re still THE Folsom family’s place.
Paige looked at them indifferently, “You really can’t remember, who I am?”
“We know each other?” Kevin was confused.
Nick, however, was shocked and took a breath and sat down, “Miss, we didn’t know each other before, did we? Oops, you’re here to see me and catch up?”
Paige looked at Nick’s face as it gradually approached, pulling the corner of her mouth, seemingly smiling but not laughing.
In the next second, she pulled Nick’s hand over and pressed it on the table, grabbed the chopsticks in the chopstick bucket on the table, and stabbed them down on his hand.
“Ah ah ah ah ah-” Nick screamed miserably.
Kevin sat up straight in shock and looked at her in shock.
The two big men off to the side were about to rush at him when Paige let go of her hand.
Nick realized that he had no pain, and he looked down at his hand in disbelief; the chopsticks were standing between his fingers, obviously meant to scare him.
He came down in a cold sweat on the spot.
“This young lady, my brother is absurd, if he really has wronged you, THE Folsom family is willing to compensate.”
Kevin was obviously deep into Leonard’s playbook, steady and atmospheric, and really thought of her as the woman his brother was messing with on the outside.
Paige ignores him and only looks to Nick, coldly reprimanding, “Don’t you dare be a bitch with that mouth again, next time I’ll be stabbing for real.”
“…”
Kevin looked at Paige in disbelief.
What was with the sudden preachy tone, and it didn’t sound like an old lover’s tone.
Nick wasn’t listening to them at all, only propping up his arm with his fingers still holding the chopsticks.
He stared at the chopsticks back and forth, his eyes filled with great doubt, “This image, why do I feel deja vu?”
“Third Brother, you say, was I stabbed like this in my past life?”
Nick looked to Kevin.
Upon hearing this, Paige turned to Nick with some surprise.
After being deeply hypnotized, it turns out that one can awaken a little bit of one’s consciousness in this way?
Then isn’t it possible to slowly help them find their true selves by just reenacting some important memories of what happened before?
Just as he was thinking, the drums entered the stage.
The traditional musical instruments opened the show with a lively sound, and a puff of white smoke came out from the stage, instantly bringing the whole Papa Bree into the world of The White Snake.
Hazel, in full costume, stepped out from backstage and opened her voice with a flutter of her sleeves and a slight sinking of her breath.
It was a beautiful, melodic, one-song performance.
“So opera is so good.”
Kelsey stood behind Paige, mesmerized.
Kevin and Nick also stopped talking and raised their eyes to focus on Hazel on the stage.
Hazel’s boyfriend, the mastermind of the Folsom family bloodbath.
Paige turned her eyes and looked around, looking one face over the other, unable to tell who exactly was, only that none of them were.
“I’m going to go look for it, so don’t go anywhere.” Paige spoke softly to Kelsey, standing up to leave.
Boyfriends come to shows too, so they must be watching.
Paige watched everyone, then looked up toward the second floor.
The lighting on the second floor was dim, and she scanned everyone in the elegant seating, when suddenly her eyes fell behind a red column.
The man’s back was leaning against the red pillar, his slender profile falling completely into the darkness, a greenish flame flared at his fingertips, burning quietly along with the gentle singing.
He raised his hand and lit the cigarette, a simple action was interpreted as incomparably evil.
He held the cigarette in his mouth, and the contours of his side face were as deep as sharpening.
The match was mercilessly flicked out by him, and the tattoo of a deer’s head on the tiger’s muzzle looked like a beast devouring people in the dark light.
Enrico!
Paige’s heart fluttered hard, and she ran recklessly upstairs.