Preston was horrified, his legs weakening. Immediately, he plastered a smile and begged, “Uh… Mr. X… My father has offended you… I’m nobody. Please don’t bother… Don’t waste your time…”
“I’m here because of you. It’s not a waste of time,” Robin replied, curling his lips into a sneer. He didn’t lie. Robin gave Bradley a hard time because he dropped onto Robin’s lap. Robin’s primary purpose was to teach Preston a lesson.
Preston bullied Leslie and behaved arrogantly. Since he enjoyed forcing others upon his family’s power, Robin wouldn’t mind giving him a dose of his own medicine. To Robin, the Conwyn family meant nothing.
“Mr. X, you must be kidding. I’m a small potato. How could you have come here for me…” Preston broke off with a bitter smile. He constantly bullied the weak and feared the tough, so he had no guts to offend Mr. X, the most well-known icon in Stillwater. Preston only dared to bully the ordinary ones.
Robin chuckled, walked towards him, and squatted. “Same as your father. You have options to choose from. Which hand or foot do you choose? Or your third leg will do.”
“No!” Preston widened his eyes in fear, wondering if Robin meant to chop off his hand or foot.
“Please… Please… Mr. X… I can’t lose a hand or a foot. I’m a normal man. Please don’t do this to me… Mr. X, I can be your servant from now on. I’ll tell you all the secrets of our Conwyn family. Bradley Conwyn… the bastard… has killed many people.” Preston surrendered immediately, exposing all the secrets in a trembling voice.
Unfortunately, a broadsword suddenly stabbed into his thigh. Preston let out a cry in pain like a lunatic. Robin chuckled, “You don’t want to make a choice, so I choose on your behalf.”
“Argh!” Preston covered his thigh while rolling back and forth, his face twisted in pain.
“You are so lame!” A Wolfman Guard darted at him in disdain as he didn’t expect such a son from an influential family to be so weak and afraid of pain.
All Wolfman Guards had experienced hundreds of battles and survived from the edge of life or death. Their bodies were covered with scars.
Of course, Robin had the most scars, known as the “Suicidal Psycho”.
Every soldier in Fort Eastern risked their lives to fight against the enemies and defended Kisia, but they protected people like Bradley and Preston. The thought sickened the Wolfman Guards.
Robin withdrew his gaze, drifted out of the gate of Conwyn’s Residence, and flicked his hand. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Conwyn.”
It was evident a mockery. Every Conwyn could feel how overbearing and horrible Mr. X was.
As soon as Robin stepped out of the gate, a Porsche of the latest design that cost several million dollars was pulled over to the gate. The next second, a pair of long legs with silky skin stretched out. They were plump without any fat. The fair, tender flesh attracted men’s attention. Some onlookers even secretly swallowed.
Then a delicate, elegant face appeared. It was Constance, the hostess of the top family of Stillwater, nicknamed Black Widow.
“Nice to meet you again, Mr. X.” Constance slightly bowed at Robin. With a glance, she noticed the piles of dead bodies at the gate of Conwyn’s Residence and was shocked, wondering what had happened.
Constance had been checking Mr. X’s background for a few days but failed to find any details. Suddenly, she received a call to inform her Mr. X had broken into Conwyn’s Residence, and her jaws slacked. Therefore, she drove to Conwyn’s Residence and accidentally met Mr. X.
“You have a fancy car.”
Ignoring her, Robin studied the Porsche with interest.
“This is Panamera 97, the latest version of Porsche with only 50 limitations worldwide. This is the only one in Stillwater. I spent 2. 4 million dollars on it. Mr. X, if you want it, I can give it to you as a gift,” said Constance with an elegant smile. Her public image was a considerate gentlewoman, although she was inwardly vicious.
Constance didn’t think it was a big deal to give her Porsche to Mr. X. Besides, she knew Mr. X should be alert to her due to her reputation, so she didn’t think Mr. X would accept it.
Much to her surprise, Robin nodded his agreement. “All right. Thank you so much, Ms. Brighton.”
Then he flicked his hand to a Wolfman Guard. “Send the Porsche to Ms. Elise Houry, the president of Landview Inc. I always treat my subordinates generously. This Panamera is the monthly bonus for her,” said Robin.
He remembered Elise also drove a Porsche, which was her favorite brand. However, she was too poor to offend a new one. Her current car was too old with low performance, and some parts had been worn out.
After Elise became the president of the new Landview, she was too busy to buy a new car. Therefore, Robin decided to give her a new one.
“Yes, Mr. X.” A Wolfman Guard went to Constance and asked coldly, “Ms. Brighton, the key, please.” His tone was aggressive.
Constance was tongue-tied. Mr. X always did things out of her expectation. In fact, she had put much effort into buying the Panamera 97 with a limited edition. Even if one had money, he or she couldn’t find another in the market. Besides, Constance had only received the car the previous day and didn’t drive it long. However, she had to give it up.
With a long-run vision, Constance smiled gracefully and passed her key to the Wolfman Guard. Her lovely appearance made the onlookers swallow again.
Although everyone knew her as Black Widow, Constance could switch between being innocent and enchanting. After all, the helpless romantics treasured beauty more than life.
The Wolfman Guard sat in and started the engine. Then the Porsche roared away.
Constance subconsciously approached Mr. X, trying to catch his attention with her exposed chest. Also, she pretended to be noble to arouse his desire to conquer. According to how much she knew about men, she believed all of them liked challenges. The more pure and graceful a woman was, the more men wanted to conquer her on the bed.
Narrowing her eyes, Constance parted her red lips seductively. “Mr. X, you’ve accepted my gift. Can you give me a ride, please? May I have a conversation with you in your villa?” When she mentioned the conversation, her tone was coquettish with implications.
Evidently, she was hitting on Robin.
“Please take a taxi. I can’t give you a ride. I’m married with a child. If my family knows, they’ll be angry. I accepted your car, but…” Robin broke off, gazing at her icily. “Try your best to struggle. You don’t have much time left.”
From the moment those people wanted to hurt Elise, they should have been prepared for the consequences.