For some reason, the way she called Lucas so intimately made his heart feel restless."What the hell is wrong with you? Who do you think you are, Arthur Easton?" Why do you keep interfering!
Why does he do so many outrageous things and then pretend to care sincerely?
Sorry, Eva Nightingale really doesn’t need his fake concern!
As she spoke, she picked up the coat from her shoulders and threw it at him with great force.
He was hit squarely by the coat she threw.
"... Damn it, woman, are you trying to ascend to heaven?!"
"Why not? If you have the guts, bite me."
Arthur Easton: "!!!"
Having this lady at home would eventually make him die of anger.
Sure enough, she meant it when she said she wanted him dead.
"What’s wrong? Master Arthur, aren’t you... very capable? If you can, then don’t get mad~~"
The woman’s voice was soft, low, and alluring.
How could he not be angry? Eva Nightingale was driving him mad, making his face turn green. She was so violent, biting him whenever there was a disagreement, was she a dog?!
Arthur Easton laughed furiously, sat up straight, crossed his legs, and looked at her: "Eva Nightingale, let’s be friends."
For the first time ever, he felt they had some common topics to discuss.
"Sure... but I have one condition." She said, naturally choosing to compromise first, to have Charlotte Knight released, and after ensuring her safety, to notify the rescue team to save herself.
He lit a top-grade Saint Laurent cigar, took a light puff, as thin smoke wafted around.
Thin lips slightly parted: "What’s the condition?"
Eva Nightingale smiled: "Let Charlotte Knight go!"
The man’s eyes suddenly darkened: "Are you making a deal with me or using me, hmm?"
"Both..." She spoke bluntly, "Master Arthur, you can also refuse the deal, can’t you?"
If he refused the deal, she couldn’t be happier.
Because being friends with him might mean she’d be tortured alive by him...
Sigh, she quieted down, looked at him across from her, with sharp features and piercing gaze full of aggression, wasting such handsome looks...
"Ha..." He laughed with a devilish charm.
In the next second, he stood up and walked out.
Leaving Eva Nightingale with a tall, majestic back view.
...
Arthur Easton went downstairs.
Outside the villa, parked was a globally limited edition Bentley motorhome, low-profile yet luxurious.
The bodyguard and assistant stood respectfully.
Seeing him come out, they spoke: "Master Arthur. It’s so late, where are you going?"
Arthur Easton: "Going to a bar."
Everyone: Bar???
Seeming to have noticed the confusion among his subordinates, he directly said: "Going to find a woman."
Four words: Going to find a woman.
It was very obvious, he was going to find a woman to release ~~ desire ~~ to satisfy physical needs.
Such an obvious thing, even a pig would understand!
However, wasn’t the Eldest Young Master... Asexual?!!
For over twenty years, countless women had been sent to him from Madam’s side.
He always disliked them, wishing he could execute any woman he saw.
His methods and personality were not just generally brutal.
He never understood what cherishing women was!
He had never touched a woman, and of course, never touched a man... he was just an openly sex ~ incompetent.
This wasn’t anything unusual in the family anymore.
Thus, despite his looks and power, because of his cruel and brutal methods, not many women dared to shamelessly cling to him.
He was like a walking plague god, beautiful women avoided him wherever he went!
On the contrary, those beauties pined for the Second Young Master—Arthur Easton, the ultimate warm man.
Chapter 1371: 1370: Sexually Impotent
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