After extracting the information from the bandit, Darnell swiftly knocked him unconscious and left the scene with Abbigail.
While driving, Darnell briefly considered sending a text message to Judith, asking for her help in covering up the events of the night. He didn’t want to draw too much attention from various factions.
However, he dismissed the thought, remembering her misunderstanding and anger towards him. Instead, he gave Kameron a brief summary of what had happened.
Kameron responded promptly, assuring Darnell that he would handle the situation to the best of his abilities. Ever since Darnell had helped him discover his illness, Kameron regarded him as a benefactor.
As long as it didn’t cross any boundaries, Kameron would do everything he could to assist.
When they arrived at Woodsea, Abbigail had fallen into a deep sleep, unable to resist due to the effects of alcohol and the drug.
The heavily modified Porsche drove directly into the garage. Three days ago, Garrett and the others built ten garages specifically for parking Darnell’s and the village committee’s vehicles.
As soon as the car entered the garage, Garrett appeared with Arthur and Vance. They had already seen the severely damaged state of Darnell’s car on the surveillance footage and rushed over to offer their assistance.
They didn’t pay much attention to whether or not Darnell had killed anyone or set anything on fire.
“Tonight, assign an additional team to patrol the village thoroughly.”
Darnell stepped out of the car and added, “If you see any unfamiliar or suspicious people, let me know immediately.”
Garrett nodded in understanding. “Got it.”
“Remember, everyone on patrol should be fully armed.”
After thinking for a moment, Darnell decided to give them a brief account of what had happened. “Tonight, I took down several bandits to save someone. Although the police will likely get involved in this case, there’s no guarantee that the criminals won’t come looking for us.”
“Keep an eye out and be careful. They are armed.”
Garrett smiled confidently, “Don’t worry, boss. We have top-notch weapons now-shields, bulletproof vests, stun batons, flashlights, and crossbows-we’ve got it all.”
His face exuded confidence. “And we have brothers guarding every entrance. If anyone dares to cause trouble, they won’t leave in one piece.”
“Alright then, I’ll leave it to you tonight.”
Darnell didn’t waste any more words. He opened the passenger door and unfastened Abbigail’s seatbelt.
He gently placed her delicate, fair arms on his left shoulder and half-carried her towards the exit of the garage.
“I’ll go back to my house first. Call me if anything comes up.”
Garrett glanced at Abbigail in surprise, clearly taken aback by her stunning appearance. But he quickly regained his composure and said, “Understood.”
Darnell left the garage and carried Abbigail back to his rental house. He opened the door and was greeted by a refreshing carrot scent.
Taking a deep breath, he laid her on the bed and quickly took off her shoes before covering her with a blanket.
He dared not look at her tempting body for fear of losing control himself.
Then he quietly slipped into the living room and prepared to sleep on the couch. Just as he sat down, Kameron called with a grave tone. He informed Darnell that they had only found evidence of burnt cars at the scene but no bodies of bandits or other vehicles. It seemed that someone had cleared the scene within half an hour.
At this news, Darnell’s expression grew heavy. He hadn’t expected the Ripers to act so swiftly. In just half an hour, they had cleaned up the scene. This not only indicated their high efficiency and large numbers but also their well-informed connections. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have vanished without a trace like that.
Zane truly was like a centipede-hard to deal with.
With these thoughts in mind, Darnell called Garrett again and urged him to be cautious tonight. Afterward, he sent a text message to Cesar.
Darnell would never allow the Ripers to come after him in Woodsea.
Once he had taken care of everything at hand, Darnell reflected on tonight’s series of events with a bitter smile on his face-what kind of mess was this?
Then he turned his head and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror but was startled by what he saw.
There were clear lipstick marks on his collar, neck, and Adam’s apple.
Darnell grabbed some tissue paper and tried desperately to wipe them off. While he managed to remove the lipstick from his Adam’s apple, it only made the marks on his collar more prominent-a large patch of vivid red.
Resigned, he gave up on cleaning himself up and stealthily headed for the shower. After a quick wash, he glanced over at Abbigail, only to find the blanket kicked off her.
Her fair, smooth thighs were exposed, and her shirt had ridden up to reveal her lower abdomen. Under the soft glow of the light, her skin shimmered like jewels.
Her bare toes, having kicked off her shoes, glowed a vibrant red.
“Can’t even sleep properly,” he muttered.
Shaking his head, Darnell approached and gently pulled the blanket back over her. “Don’t get cold.”
“Mm!” she murmured.
At that moment, Abbigail suddenly jolted!
Thinking she was about to throw up, Darnell hurriedly supported her body and positioned her mouth over a trash can.
However, to his frustration, Abbigail showed no signs of nausea. She was simply gasping for air.
Realizing that she was feeling suffocated, he glanced at her ample bosom before hesitantly helping her out of her outer clothes.
Once the garment was removed, Abbigail exhaled a long sigh of relief, a look of contentment washing over her as she murmured, “So comfortable, so nice.”
“What a temptress,” Darnell sighed helplessly before letting her drift back to sleep.
“Mm!”
Just then, Abbigail kicked the blanket off once more, sprawling out on the bed.
As Darnell was about to tuck her feet back under the covers, the stunning woman suddenly propped herself up, her delicate arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
“Smack!”
Before he could react, she pressed her red, soft lips against his.
Abbigail’s beautiful lips were plump, rosy, and full of elasticity, instantly clouding Darnell’s mind.
But the kiss was fleeting. Within three seconds, she pushed him away.
“Edward Peel, I won’t let you take advantage of me. I’m not marrying you.”
Suddenly, Abbigail exclaimed, “Don’t you dare force me! I’ll find another man just to disgust you!”
The woman in her dream was fierce, kicking Darnell in the head…
Rolling away hastily, he muttered, “This woman is brutal… Is the person who wants to marry her out of his mind?”
As he reached the door, he turned back to glance at her. Abbigail had curled back up in bed, tears in her eyes.
It was a sight that stirred pity.
Darnell stepped back into the room and carefully pulled the blanket over her again, sighing, “Seems like you’ve got your own story too. I hope you sleep well tonight.”
After closing the door quietly, Darnell lay down on the sofa, a name swirling in his mind-Edward Peel.
Who on earth was this person to make this famous journalist like Abbigail feel so sad?