“I’ve taken a fancy to this woman.” Robin spoke the words coldly.
“Mr. Owl, this reason might not be sufficient,” Dylan Harding squinted his eyes, “after all, she’s a spy, not a good person. If you can provide a convincing reason, I’ll let you have her.”
“I like this kind of woman. I won’t say it again, Dylan Harding. Give her to me, and I’ll owe you one favor.” Robin walked over, using his knife to lift Alison’s chiseled chin.
Her oval face, thin eyebrows, cherry lips; each feature attracting men. More importantly, the icy aura surrounding her ignited a desire to conquer, to conquer such a woman would bring a sense of accomplishment. At least, to outsiders, Robin seemed to have voiced his intentions for this reason.
“Favor.” Dylan Harding laughed, “You already owe the Harding family one. But in consideration of you being our biggest client, I’ll give you this favor. The person is yours, but since she’s a spy, I hope she won’t have an easy time, Mr. Owl. Do you understand what I mean? I hope she doesn’t come back to mess with me, or you could just kill her and be done with it. Either way, I don’t want to see her again. No issues.”
“Mr. Owl, enjoy your time. Let’s go.” Dylan Harding waved his hand, leading the remaining people away.
“Enjoy your time.” Matthew Grant patted Robin’s shoulder and left as well.
Betty Laydon gave Robin an ambiguous look before departing.
Allie, without even a goodbye, walked away directly.
Suddenly, only Robin, Nina Houry, and Alison remained in the villa.
“Master, what about this one…” Nina Houry asked Robin what to do with Alison.
“Take her upstairs after I finish my bath.”
“Yes.” Nina Houry, supporting Alison, began to head upstairs. At first, Alison remained silent, her face cold. Only when they were out of sight did Alison speak, “Sister, you’re also a Kisia, right? That man is a scumbag, a killer who doesn’t recognize kinship. Following him won’t do you any good. Help me, let me go, help me get the Sword of Kings. That’s our only hope, our only hope to save all of Kisia. Sister, don’t be stubborn, Kisia’s blood runs through your veins…”
Alison spoke with sincere emotion, trying to persuade Nina Houry.
But Nina Houry simply supported Alison’s waist, then touched Alison’s buttocks, and mused, “Indeed, your buttocks are much bigger and perkier than mine. No wonder the master wants to keep you during this time. It seems he’s tired of playing with me and wants to try a different taste. I wonder, Miss Alison, do you have any secrets to share about developing such a figure?”
“You’re a Kisia! Only you can save Kisia now.”
“Could I possibly have a figure as good as yours?”
The two women weren’t on the same wavelength, yet they talked for a long time.
Finally, Alison gave up. She kept talking about the final opportunity and that Nina Houry had Kisia blood, but the young girl kept touching and praising her figure.
Good figure, she knew she had that, but what did that have to do with the current situation? It was irrelevant.
The emphasis now was on saving Kisia, not discussing secondary development.
When Nina Houry noticed her silence, she said, “The master has shown me great kindness, I won’t betray him. If you want to survive, you should serve the master well.”
“You!” Alison felt exasperated, as if she were trying to smelt iron but it wouldn’t turn into steel. Such a nice little girl, so adorable, but already brainwashed. This was for Kisia. However, what was currently on Nina Houry’s mind was why this girl had such a great figure, and whether hers would look that good in the future. As for… violation. Her master, Nightowl, wasn’t that kind of person. Alison could survive. So, she didn’t care about Kisia. Right now, they were on Kisia’s side. “Could I see that rusty sword you’re holding?” Alison tilted her head, looking at the Sword of Kings in Nina Houry’s hand. That was her real reason for staying.
Sometime ago, Nina Houry, the personal maid serving Nightowl, had acquired a rusty sword. It looked like the Sword of Kings, but they never had the chance to examine it closely. They didn’t even know if it was the Sword of Kings. But if it was, giving it to a simple maid like Rain to hold didn’t seem safe. From this perspective, it probably wasn’t the Sword of Kings. However, whether it was or not, Alison wanted to investigate and confirm.
However, Nina Houry shook her head directly, “No, this is the Sword of Kings. Master Nightowl asked me to guard it closely, no one can touch it. So, I can’t let you see it.”
Nina Houry kept referring to it as the Sword of Kings, which made Alison somewhat frustrated. So directly? So bluntly? Alison wouldn’t believe it now. After all, Nightowl wasn’t a fool. He must have instructed Nina Houry to say this to deflect attention, but in reality, the Sword of Kings wasn’t with her. How despicable. Using a young girl to distract attention.
Alison’s impression of Nightowl dropped another notch. She already had a poor opinion of him, and now it plummeted even further. “Don’t think about taking the Sword of Kings from me, because Master Nightowl will kill you.” After Nina Houry said this, she placed Alison on the bed and then left.
Meanwhile, Alison lay on the bed, constantly thinking. If the Sword of Kings wasn’t the one in Nina Houry’s hands, then where was the real one? Was it hidden by Nightowl?
She could choose to end her life, but she wasn’t willing. She hadn’t found the Sword of Kings yet, she hadn’t completed her mission. How could she just give up? At least, she could kill Nightowl. However, she couldn’t kill him now. She was tightly tied up, she could only slightly move, nothing more.
Alison kept thinking. At this moment, with a bang, Robin, who had just finished bathing, walked in. He was wearing a shirt, revealing his muscular chest. His body was like a carving knife, incredibly sharp. The black dragon tattoo from his chest to his neck made him seem cold and ruthless.
Then Robin looked at Alison, who was tied up tightly, and walked over.
“No… don’t… even though you are very handsome… but… no… no…” A scream echoed in the room.