Chapter 633
Henrick’s assistant walked out of the registry office shortly after.
Unlike his obsequious behavior in the past, the assistant was acting exceptionally arrogant. He threw a brown envelope to her and haughtily uttered, “This is from Mr. Southall. Inside it contains a certificate of property ownership and keys. There’s also a card amounting to a million. The password to it is six zeros.”
Unbothered about his attitude, Arielle courteously nodded as she replied, “Thank you.”
Judging at how polite she was, the assistant reckoned she was a pushover. He mockingly added, “I’ve tidied up the house. You can return to the manor to pack your belongings, but you can’t take any valuables with you. And from today onward, you can’t step into the manor as you wish without permission. I’ll report you to the cops for trespassing if you do that. Are you clear, Ms. Arielle?”
At this point, he covered his mouth and laughed sarcastically. “Look at me. I forgot you aren’t the Southalls anymore. Miss, from now on, please know your place well. Do not live as a member of the Southalls in public. Of course, we won’t stop you from selling the house and bringing the money back to the countryside. I’m sure you can live a comfortable and well-off life with that sum of money.”
Arielle finally frowned upon hearing that.
She did not want to pick on the assistant, yet his words
only became more distasteful.
“You—”
Before Arielle could speak, a punch smashed straight into the assistant’s face.
“Argh!” the assistant screamed in agony.
Following that, the attacker lifted his leg and served a flying kick, sending the assistant flying across the air.
This time, the pain was so unbearable he could not even vocalize it. All he did was wrap his hands around where he got kicked as he gasped in misery.
Stunned, Arielle looked in the direction of the attacker. She saw a teen glaring at the assistant as he snarled, “How dare you talk to Ms. Moore with that kind of attitude! Are you tired of living?”
Though that teen was very innocent-looking and seemed like he was only about fifteen years old, he was exuding an aura of a skilled martial expert from head to toe. He had an uncanny resemblance to Hades when he furrowed his brows. Seeing his appearance, the assistant was so petrified that he curled up into a ball, shuddering in fear.
Staring intently at the teen, Arielle was sure she did not know someone like him. But a few seconds later, she somehow seemed to recall something and cast her gaze at him. “Blake?”!
She had once seen Blake from an old photo Sasha provided when she was helping the latter look for him. But it took her some time before she could recognize him as he looked a little different from then.
The teen nodded as he smiled widely, flashing two of his canine teeth. “Yes, Ms. Moore. Boss says I’ll be your bodyguard from now on.”
“Boss? Vinson?”
Blake nodded again. “Boss asked me to be your bodyguard after the funeral. But I decided to do it earlier as boredom is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself when I heard how that guy spoke to you; that’s why I jumped out and saved you. Will you blame me for not letting you know beforehand?”
Arielle shook her head rigorously. “Why would I…”
“That’s great. I’ll beat this guy up a few more rounds and burst open his head!”
The moment Blake uttered those words, the assistant instantly jumped up from the ground in fear and hurriedly ran away.
“Hahaha! Useless thing!” Blake burst into laughter.
Perhaps because his laughter was too contagious, Arielle, too, had a weak smile on her face.
“Oh yeah,” Blake asked in curiosity, “Why are you here, Ms. Moore? I heard that guy saying that you’re no
longer a member of the Southalls? What happened? Did your family chase you out of the house?”
Being a straightforward person, Blake did not beat around the bushes.
Arielle was fond of his character. “Yeah. But you don’t have to worry about me. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. I have plans to leave that house too.”
Blake hurriedly said, “I’ll tell Boss about it right now!”
He had just learned about Vinson’s rumors with Arielle from Sasha. Since Ms. Moore got kicked out, perhaps she can begin a sweet cohabitation life with Boss?
