Esther tilted her head, a curious expression on her face as she asked, “Do you really think, my dear husband, that you won’t last two hours?”
“Enough with the chit-chat. I can’t hold it in any longer, let’s get started!” she exclaimed. No sooner had she finished speaking than Chris Shelby pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Suddenly, their office was filled with a vibrant spring atmosphere…
Two hours later.
Esther, while adjusting her clothes, complained, “Look, my darling, you’ve ruined my clothes! If the staff see this, I’ll be the laughing stock!” This Chris Shelby was far too impatient. In broad daylight, he’d engaged in such actions, and in his own office no less. Yet on reflection, it was indeed more thrilling than usual.
Chris Shelby lay back in the couch, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. After taking a deep drag, he smiled faintly, “What’s the big deal? Next time, let’s try something even more exciting, my dear.”
What? Even more exciting things to come? The thought made Esther’s heart pound in her chest.
While Chris Shelby and Esther were exchanging sweet nothings in their office, in Pinkshire, Middleton, Josh Clarke had returned to the Middleton Alliance headquarters, severely wounded.
Upon his return, Josh Clarke immediately ordered a retreat. No one was to disturb him! At the same time, news of Middleton Alliance’s crushing defeat on the East Coast had reached Middleton. The entire Middleton Alliance was in a state of panic, made worse by the Nance Group launching a large-scale attack on Middleton Alliance’s industries.
In just a few short days, these industries had fallen into the hands of the Nance Group. Due to the losses in the East Coast battle, many of the Middleton Alliance’s top ranks had been wiped out. With the retreat of Josh Clarke, the entire Middleton Alliance was left leaderless. Those who held grudges against Middleton Alliance seized this opportunity to attack. In a short time, the Middleton Alliance was in turmoil.
At that moment, within a secret chamber…
“Ugh!” Suddenly, Josh Clarke spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face was as white as a sheet, completely drained of color. His aura was incredibly weak, his strength had dwindled to its lowest point.
“Chris Shelby!” Josh Clarke opened his eyes, his teeth gritted in hatred.
The battle on the East Coast had not only resulted in the complete annihilation of the entire Middleton Alliance, but he himself had also been severely injured by Chris Shelby. He was aware of the outside happenings but was in no position to fix things. The thought that Middleton Alliance might dissolve because of him filled his heart with extreme hatred towards Chris Shelby. All because of Chris Shelby, he had ended up in this state.
Suddenly, the silence of the chamber was broken by the echoing sound of footsteps.
“Who’s there?” A startled Josh Clarke quickly turned around. A figure wearing a black robe emerged from the corner. Because the figure was shrouded in the robe, his face was obscured.
“It’s you!” On seeing the figure, Josh Clarke’s face changed.
“You have greatly disappointed our master,” said the robed figure, his voice raspy.
Josh Clarke’s eyes were fixed on the robed figure, a hint of fear in his gaze. As the leader of the Middleton Alliance, a practitioner who had stepped into the second stage, Josh Clarke was considered a top figure in Middleton. But he knew that compared to his master, he was just a pawn.