Robin Bailey gazed at the girl in front of him, pondering for a moment before asking, “Why choose me?”
“Truth or lies?” Isabella Turner hesitated before answering.
“Truth,” Robin Bailey replied.
“I want to take a chance, to gamble on that one in a million possibility,” Isabella Turner said earnestly.
For her, it truly was one in a million, as this person was practically a stranger to her. They had only just met less than an hour ago and now he was choosing to challenge the five major families.
To everyone else, this person was as good as done for.
The five major families were not to be taken lightly.
But Isabella Turner was willing to take that one in a million chance, even if it meant risking her life. After all, before this, she had been nothing more than a decorative vase. Going against the Turner family might not result in death, but following Robin Bailey would surely lead to the Turner family never letting her off the hook.
So, it truly was a one in a million possibility.
But Isabella Turner was willing to gamble.
“What about lies?” Robin Bailey inquired.
“I believe in you,” Isabella Turner uttered those words.
The difference between truth and lies was that in truth, she did not believe in Robin Bailey and was merely taking a chance on that one in a million possibility. While in lies, she believed in Robin Bailey, believed that he would lead her to victory.
Upon hearing this, Robin Bailey chuckled. “You are honest, and lucky.”
Upon hearing this, a smile lit up Isabella Turner’s face. “Boss, does that mean you agree?”
“Mm,” Robin Bailey nodded.
“If you address me as ‘boss,’ how could I refuse?” Robin Bailey added. “Darell Wraith, son of the Wraith family, has already been taken care of by me. You won’t have to marry him.”
“If you ever need anything, I will come to you,” Robin Bailey said before heading towards the car.
Isabella Turner hurriedly caught up with him and asked, “Boss, are you new to Yushan City and do not have a place to stay yet?”
“Mm,” Robin Bailey nodded.
Indeed, they did not have a place to stay.
“Come stay at my place. I have a large villa left to me by my father. As long as you don’t mind, you can stay there,” Isabella Turner offered.
“Aren’t you afraid?” Robin Bailey asked.
“I’m not afraid,” Isabella Turner shook her head.
Having entrusted her life to him, there was nothing left to fear. Even if Darell Wraith had died, there were still other members of the Wraith family. However, the villa had been quite lonely since her parents had left.
Moreover, she believed that someone who dared to challenge the five major families for the sake of their mother could not be a bad person.
“Let’s go then,” Robin Bailey agreed.
Having a place to stay would be convenient, especially considering they were both soaked and required a change of clothes.
Additionally, there was Mr. Row to consider.
Soon, Isabella Turner led the way in her car, with Jeff Reczek following closely behind. They arrived at a villa complex where Isabella Turner gestured towards a small courtyard villa. “This is my home, where only I reside.”
Then, she watched as Robin Bailey helped a disheveled Mr. Row, who appeared to be a complete beggar, out of the car.
“Who is this?” Isabella Turner looked towards Mr. Row in surprise.
“This is my uncle,” Robin Bailey answered before asking Isabella, “Isabella, could you help us buy some men’s clothes?”
“Of course, boss. You don’t have to be so polite. I am your employee now. But, may I ask for your heights so I can buy accordingly?” Isabella Turner smiled.
“It’s 181 for me, 198 for the larger one, and 171 for my uncle,” Robin Bailey shared. The height assessment was a rough estimate.
Jeff Reczek was a large man, almost two meters tall.
“Alright, boss. I have some disposable pajamas from my travels. You can wear them while your clothes are being washed,” Isabella Turner explained before leaving to make the purchases.
Meanwhile, Robin Bailey and Mr. Row went inside. Isabella Turner returned with the clothes and found the three of them had already finished washing up, with even Mr. Row having Robin Bailey help him bathe. Mr. Row’s hair was shaved with a knife, making him look more like a normal elderly person with a kind expression on his face.
“Boss, I’ve bought the clothes,” Isabella Turner informed.
“Did you get a suit?” Robin Bailey asked.
“Yes, because there were no clothes for someone over 1. 9 meters, I bought this suit first,” Isabella Turner replied.
“That’s fine,” Robin Bailey nodded before changing into the suit.
After changing, Robin Bailey emerged from the bathroom, causing Isabella Turner, who was sitting on the sofa, to stare in astonishment. She suddenly realized just how handsome and sharp he looked after cleaning up and putting on the suit.
Unable to contain her surprise, Isabella Turner muttered, “So… handsome…”
In that moment, Isabella Turner found it difficult to find the right words to describe the masculine aura he exuded in the suit, emphasizing his straight posture like a sharp sword. The suit only enhanced his sharpness and masculine energy, filling every gaze in the room.
Isabella Turner was speechless.
“Mm?” Robin Bailey noticed Isabella Turner’s gaze and turned to look at her. Witnessing her stunned expression, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Suddenly, Isabella Turner’s face flushed like a red cloud. She quickly averted her gaze from Robin Bailey, pretending not to have noticed him.
But inside, her heart was racing uncontrollably.
“Isabella, what are you doing? We’ve only just met, why are you blushing? Why are you nervous, thinking too much… oh, forget it. He’s your boss,” Isabella Turner murmured to herself, covering her chest and trying to calm down.
She spoke softly, ensuring no one else could hear her.
Meanwhile, Robin Bailey approached Mr. Row with a cup of warm water, adopting a gentle demeanor as if coaxing a child, saying, “Uncle, have some water.”
It was a rare display of tenderness.
No one would have imagined that the world’s leading war god would be helping a beggar bathe or offering water.
But Robin Bailey’s actions were genuine.
Once Mr. Row had the cup in his hands, he looked at Robin Bailey tremblingly, reaching out to touch his face. “You… you’re… you’re Robin…”
“Mr. Row, you remember me,” Robin Bailey was overjoyed, realizing that Mr. Row was starting to regain his memory.
Then, Mr. Row looked at Robin Bailey with a glimmer of clarity in his clouded eyes, as if remembering something important. Catching his breath, Mr. Row uttered, “You… your mother’s urn… I hid it under the bridge… I… hid it…”