The old man immediately left, not looking back, his eyes filled with fear. No one knew what he had seen, what supernatural thing had scared him so much that he never wanted to see it again in his life.
“Master Ma.”
Henry Beckett called out, but Master Ma, the highly skilled martial artist he had paid a hefty sum to, just walked away without turning back, leaving a bank card on the table.
This meant that he was not taking on the job. Couldn’t take it on. Accepting it would mean risking his life. He had never experienced such oppression before, just a single glance had paralyzed his entire body.
He would never come back.
Henry Beckett was bewildered. This was the top-notch martial artist he had hired to protect their group, yet he had been scared away.
“What now? What are my chances of killing you?” Robin Bailey strolled over, walked in front of Henry Beckett, towering over him.
“Ninety percent,” Henry Beckett gritted his teeth, his face turning unpleasant. He had lost the commanding presence he had earlier, the one that could dominate the entire scene.
He had miscalculated. Truly miscalculated. He never expected Patrick Bailey to be this formidable.
“And the remaining ten percent?” Robin Bailey asked leisurely.
“My daughter. You might spare me for the sake of my daughter,” Henry Beckett said. Before he could finish, Robin Bailey grabbed his neck, lifting him up without mercy. Henry Beckett’s face turned pale, breathing became difficult, and his eyes bulged.
He was about to die.
“Don’t forget, I’m an assassin. Assassins have no feelings,” Robin Bailey whispered into Henry Beckett’s ear, then exerted force. Henry Beckett felt the threat – Robin Bailey was genuinely going to kill him.
“Help…”
Before he could finish his plea, he felt a dizzying sensation. He thought he was dead. But when he started breathing again, he realized he was still alive, lying on the sofa, breathing heavily, grateful for being alive.
“Next time, don’t provoke a killer.” Robin Bailey turned around, waved his hand. “I said, I’m not here to be your son-in-law. I just came to escort her back. The Beckett family isn’t worthy of having me.”
With that, he walked out of the villa, leaving a confused Henry Beckett behind. He had planned to intimidate Patrick Bailey, but unexpectedly, the head of the Beckett family was the one who got intimidated. It was hard to believe.
Half an hour later, Mimi Beckett cautiously entered, unable to wait outside any longer. She sneaked in and found only Henry Beckett, not Robin Bailey. She asked, “Dad, where’s Patrick Bailey? What did you do to him? I’m telling you, if you really hurt him, it’s not over between us.”
Hurt him? Really hurt him? If she had said this earlier, Henry Beckett might have nodded proudly. He was used to being dominant. But now, it felt like a slap in the face.
“Honey, what do you mean? Why aren’t you talking? Your face looks terrible. You didn’t really kill Patrick Bailey, did you? I’m telling you, I won’t forgive you if you did.” Mimi Beckett approached Henry Beckett, asking anxiously.
Henry Beckett’s face grew even darker. “I didn’t kill him. He left.”
“Left? How did he leave?” Mimi Beckett asked the question Henry Beckett least wanted to answer. Unable to resist Mimi Beckett’s coquetry, he reluctantly explained, “I wanted to scare him, make him submit to the Beckett family, marry you willingly. But unexpectedly, he was too strong. Our people couldn’t handle him. Then, he probably felt humiliated and left.”
“Ah!” Mimi Beckett’s face changed dramatically. “Didn’t I tell you he’s strong?”
“How would I know he’s that strong?” Henry Beckett smirked.
“He’s not strong? Would I like him if he wasn’t? Your daughter’s judgment is never wrong. She specially escorted him back to us. As long as I’m with him, the Beckett family gains another powerful member. But, Dad, what have you done? You tried to intimidate him, but to him, it was a challenge. A killer hates that the most.” Mimi Beckett covered her face, speaking with regret.
She knew Robin Bailey was powerful. His domineering and indifferent aura fascinated her deeply. That’s why she had been emphasizing to her father that having him would add strength to their family.
Henry Beckett fell silent. His daughter was right.
If Patrick Bailey became his son-in-law, they wouldn’t have encountered the embarrassing situation with Master Ma today, losing money and having him escape.
“But he’s gone.” Henry Beckett finally uttered these words.
“It’s all your fault, Dad. I had everything planned for tonight. After a shower, I was going to his room, find an excuse to stay, and then, things would have escalated. Although it’s my first time, and I was a bit scared, I was mentally prepared. But how could you drive him away?” Mimi Beckett screamed, crying.
She had planned everything for tonight, intending to explore Robin Bailey’s room after a shower, find an excuse to stay, and then let things happen. Although it was her first time, and she was a bit afraid, her love for Robin Bailey surpassed the fear. She was willing to give her first time to him, so she had mentally prepared herself. But unexpectedly, her father had driven him away.
“Butler, investigate Patrick Bailey’s whereabouts,” Henry Beckett waved his hand, instructing the butler.
“After finding him, you go and apologize to him,” Mimi Beckett put her hands on her hips.
“I’m your dad.”
“What’s wrong with my dad? This time it’s your fault. If you don’t apologize, who will?” Mimi Beckett turned her head, sulking.
“You…” Henry Beckett looked at Mimi Beckett, feeling both angry and helpless. In the end, he sighed, “Let’s talk about it when you two are really together.”
He left some words unsaid. He felt that when Robin Bailey left, the words he said were genuine. He really had no interest in becoming their son-in-law. Perhaps, his family had misunderstood everything.