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His eyes were glued to the screen, locked onto the dancer’s long legs as he casually said, “Told you I wasn’t lying; Dr. Baldwin. My old friend’s name is Shiloh Greene. You can see her account-she goes by ‘Master Shiloh’ online. All I can do is put in a good word for you. But whether or not she agrees to meet you-I can’t guarantee anything.”
Kingsley said, “That’s fine. Just let her know I’ll be visiting. I’ll head to The
Southern Highlands right now and try to bring her back.”
Cedric nodded. “No problem.”
Kingsley did not waste any more time. He left Moonlit Apothecary, got into the car, and ordered, “Drive to The Southern Highlands outside Jayrodale.”
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Michael’s expression turned grim. “What the hell? I’m warning you-the roads outside the city are dangerous. There are sharp turns and steep cliffs everywhere. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up driving straight off a cliff and die!”
Kingsley said calmly, “Well, if you don’t want to die, you’d better focus on driving.”
However, Kingsley had overestimated Michael’s driving skills. Once they left Jayrodale and hit the winding roads toward The Southern Highlands, Michael miscalculated a sharp turn and scraped the car against the guardrail.
Luckily, he hit the brakes in time. Kingsley stepped out to inspect the damage and found only a minor dent-not enough to affect the car’s performance.
Michael climbed out of the driver’s seat, looking annoyed. “Damn it! These roads are absolute garbage. Why don’t they just widen them or make the turns less sharp?”
Kingsley shot him a glance. “Oh? So instead of admitting you suck at driving, you’re blaming the roads?”
Michael stiffened and huffed. “Am I wrong? If these roads were as wide as the city highways, I wouldn’t have hit anything!”
Kingsley let out a cold laugh. “By that logic, if I were your dad, does that mean I could smack you upside the head right now?”
Michael’s expression immediately darkened. He did not dare talk back-out in the middle of nowhere like this, he was genuinely afraid Kingsley might just finish him off.
Kingsley said casually, “The car’s fine. Let’s keep moving.”
Michael waved a hand. “I’m done. You drive.”
Kingsley smirked. “Already scared?”
Michael argued, “I’m not scared. I just wanna take a break.”
“If you’re scared, just admit it. No need to pretend. I can see your legs shaking.”
Michael replied, “Kingsley, for the last damn time, I just wanna rest! Do you really think I’d be scared? Since when have I ever been scared?”
“Then why won’t you drive?”
“Because I just don’t feel like it! What’s it to you?”
“Then you’re just a coward-no need to hide it, Michael Rhodes, the Mouse.”
“You little-“
Kingsley’s taunts nearly infuriated Michael. He pointed a trembling finger at Kingsley, too furious to speak.
Kingsley scoffed. “Fine, I’ll drive. Honestly wouldn’t trust your terrible skills anyway. Also, you might wanna step aside. Standing in the middle of a sharp turn like this is just asking for an accident
Michael sneered. “What, you trying to scare me? If anyone dares to hit me, I’ll make sure they regret it for life!”
Still sulking from their argument, Michael deliberately ignored Kingsley’s warning.
Kingsley shook his head, done wasting his breath. He opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat.
Just then, a loud boom rang out.
Kingsley turned his head just in time to see Michael getting launched into the air after being hit by a Bentley coming around the corner. He barely had time to scream before slamming into the ground like a ragdoll. n
Right where he landed, a road sign loomed over him, and bold letters stated: [Dangerous Curve Ahead-High Accident Rate. Over 32 Fatalities. Drive With Caution.]
Kingsley raised an eyebrow, wondering if the idiot just got himself killed. Suppressing his amusement, he got out of the car and walked over to the groaning mess on the ground.
“You dumbass! Who the hell drives like that? Get the fuck out of your damn car!” Michael roared, voice full of pain.
His whole body felt like it had been disassembled and barely put back together, Ignoring his injuries, he pushed himself up, his ragee outweighing his pain as he stomped toward the Bentley.
Michael had never felt so humiliated. One second, he was arrogantly arguing with
Kingsley. The next, he was flying through the air like a crash dummy.
Was Kingsley’s mouth cursed or something?
The Bentley had come to a stop, and two women stepped out. The moment Kingsley saw them, his expression darkened.
He recognized them instantly-Aspen and Hannah, the infamous Snees. He had not expected to run into them here, of all places.
“You blind bitches! Do you even know how to drive?! Who the hell do you think you are hitting me?! If you don’t wanna die, I swear I’ll-“
Michael was mid-rant when he finally got a clear look at them, and he immediately stopped mid-sentence.
His fury twisted into something cold and calculating. “Oh. It’s you two. Well, I don’t care if we know each other-you still owe me money.”
Aspen, who was behind the wheel, glanced at Michael with a cold expression.
“Oh, it’s you, Michael. I have to ask-why the hell were you standing in the middle of the road like a damn utility pole? Trying to get yourself killed?”
Michael exploded. “Aspen, you’re the one trying to get yourself killed! You hit me pay up!”
Without hesitation, Aspen pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and casually tossed it onto the ground. “There. Take it and go get yourself checked out, Michael.”
Michael stared at the bill, his fury skyrocketing. “You bitch! How dare you humiliate me? Do you have a death wish?!”
He lunged at Aspen from behind, raising his leg to kick her. However, Aspen was no ordinary woman-she was a junior grandmaster at her peak. Without even turning her head, she sneered and swung her elbow back in a ruthless counterattack.
Her strike landed squarely against Michael’s face, sending blood spurting from his nose as he crashed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Aspen shot him a look of pure disdain. “Pathetic.”
Without sparing him another glance, she climbed back into the Bentley, and with Hannah beside her, they sped off.
As the car passed Kingsley, Hannah lowered her window, casting him a cold, piercing glance. Kingsley remained expressionless. For a moment, their gazes locked in midair-sparks seemed to fly.
Michael clambered up from the ground, nose bleeding, and screamed, “Chase them! I swear to God, I’ll kill that bitch! I’ll make her pay!”
Kingsley ignored his tantrum and leisurely walked over to pick up the hundred- dollar bill from the ground. Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into his pocket right in front of Michael.
Michael gawked at him, utterly baffled. “Kingsley, are you seriously keeping that measly hundred bucks?”
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “A hundred bucks is still money. I can be stubborn about a lot of things, but one thing I’ll never go against is money.”
Michael, still pressing tissues against his nose, gritted his teeth. “But that’s my medical bill! Why the hell do you get to take it?”
Kingsley rolled his eyes. “You said you didn’t want it. And besides, money left on the ground? Finder’s keepers.”
Michael was rendered speechless. Kingsley was not bothered to argue further. He motioned for Michael to get in the car and floored the gas pedal.
Unlike Michael’s sloppy driving, Kingsley’s skills were on a completely different level. The difference between the two of them was like night and day.
He tore through multiple consecutive sharp turns without even braking, drifting through each one with absolute control.
At first, Michael thought it was thrilling. Then, as the speed increased, his face turned pale, then green.
After that, he started retching violently.
By the time Kingsley took another high-speed drift, Michael was clutching his stomach and dry heaving. “I can’t-Slow down! We need to stop! If you keep driving like this, I’m going to die!”
Kingsley casually shifted gears and accelerated again, the car roaring as it shot past another tight turn.
Only then did he glance at Michael. “What was that? You want me to speed up? Alright. Your wish is my command!”
Michael’s eyes turned bloodshot as he shrieked, “I said slow down! Let me out! Not speed up!”
He shouted, “Slow down! Hit the damn brakes! Brake_”
Kingsley nodded. “Got it. Accelerating now.”
Half an hour later, Kingsley had completely outpaced Aspen’s
Bentley, leaving it far behind in net dust They were the first to arrive at The Southern Highlands.
As soon as Kingsley parked, Michael tumbled out of the car like a rolling barrel. His eyes were bloodshot, his face deathly pale, and his entire body was drenched in sweat. He uj was covered in his own vomit, stinking to high heaven.
Kingsley straightened his suit, ignoring Michael’s sorry state, and turned his attention to the monastery before them. Without hesitation, he strode inside.
The moment he stepped in, a familiar voice rang through the air. “I’m Harvey Weller, and I’m here to pay respects to you, Master Shiloh!”
Kingsley frowned slightly. First, he had run into Aspen and Hannah on the road. Now, at the monastery, he had to deal with Harvey.
This trip was shaping up to be more trouble than expected. Still, he had already come this far-there was no turning back. Besides, he was not the type to be intimidated by anyone.
Meanwhile, outside, Michael had managed to clean himself up a bit using the creek water.
As he stepped into the monastery, his expression was full of resentment. “Kingsley, you trying to kill me or something? If anything happens to me, neither Lauren nor you will get out of this alive!”
Kingsley sighed in annoyance. “Relax. If I really wanted you dead, it wouldn’t take more than a few seconds. Focus. The Wellers got here first, and it looks like they’re trying to win over Master Shiloh. We can’t let that happen.”
The moment Michael heard Harvey was here, his eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his fists and snarled, “That bastard? Perfect. I’ve been waiting to settle the score.”
Kingsley’s voice dropped into a warning tone. “Don’t do anything stupid. We don’t know what kind of person Master Shiloh is yet. If you start a fight with Harvey and piss her off, ruining my plan, then I promise you your ride back to Jayrodale will be nothing but a nonstop vomit session.”
Michael’s face paled instantly. Just the memory of Kingsley’s reckless driving made his stomach churn. He was terrified, feeling pure, bone-deep fear. Without another word, he swallowed his anger and shut his mouth.
Stepping into the monastery’s main hall, Kingsley immediately spotted Harvey standing respectfully in front of a sheer curtain. Behind him were two Wellers elders, both equally deferential.
Behind the curtain, a row of candles flickered, casting a warm golden glow throughout the room. The entire scene radiated a serene, almost sacred aura.
Seated on a meditation cushion, a woman’s figure was barely visible through the thin veil. She sat in absolute stillness, her posture elegant and composed. Though her face was obscured by a delicate silk covering, her presence alone was striking.
Michael, unable to help himself, took two steps forward and muttered, “I can’t see her face, but judging from that figure… Damn, she’s gotta total knockout. A bit of a waste a though. A woman like that becoming a nun? Imagine taking her back, dressing her up in black stockings and high heels-now that would be something.”
His voice was not exactly quiet, and the Wellers men all turned their heads at once, their expressions filled with outrage.
Harvey was momentarily stunned before breaking into a cold laugh. “Well, well. Look who it is-Michael. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not in prison yet. What a shame.”
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