Love Contract novel Chapter 99

His eyes were filled with boundless red, and the blue sky and snow-white clouds had formed a beautiful painting.

"It's autumn now. The maple leaves on the Maple Mountain are blooming just right," said Corbett. "They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes." Frank nodded. To Corbett's surprise, he didn't antagonize him this time.

The fiery red maple leaves spread all over the mountains, and it made the mountains look like a crimson ocean.

A gentle breeze blew past the fringes on Frank's forehead as he stared into the horizon.

The corners of Corbett's mouth curved into a smile as he glanced at him.

"There is a Chinese poem," Frank said in Chinese without turning his head. "'The frost dyed leaves are redder than early spring flowers.' It's beautiful, like the scenery before us."

"Well, 'Fond of late fall maples, I stop my carriage. The frost dyed leaves are redder than early spring flowers.'" Corbett smiled. He was also familiar with Chinese poems.

"Do you know ancient poems too?" Frank was taken aback. "I'm half Chinese," replied Corbett, taking a step forward and standing side by side with him. "My mother is Chinese."

Frank raised an eyebrow, he was a little surprised.

"My father brought her here." Corbett continued, "It's a pity that she passed away when I was still a boy. Because I missed her, I honored her memory by learning about my Chinese heritage."

Frank touched his nose and didn't know what to say.

"Look at the maple leaves all over the mountain. What else do you think they look like?" Corbett changed the topic.

"Like what?" Frowning, Frank said, "They're like...

"Like blood." Corbett suddenly spoke up, speaking a step ahead of Frank, "Isn't that right? The fiery red color is like an endless see of blood."

Frank stared at him in silence. Then he shrugged his shoulders and lost interest. "So? Did you ask me to come here in order to kill me and keep my mouth shut? Blood stains wouldn't be noticed because of all these maple leaves after all."

"Ha ha," Corbett chuckled. His smile was not as affectionate as before. This time, it was a pure smile. "I never expected you to be so humorous. "Humorous? As a prisoner, I have no intention of joking around," Frank snorted.

"I told you, you're not a prisoner."

"Then let me go." Frank glared at him.

"I can't do that."

"Why not?" Frank scowled, "You said you didn't imprison me, and yet you won't let me go. Do you not see how contradicting your words are?"

"I'm afraid that you'll be in danger."

"I think you're the one who put me in danger!" Frank crossed his arms. "Tell me. What's your endgame here?"

"Okay... I'm waiting for someone." Corbett gazed into the distance.

"Who?"

"William."

Frank was alarmed when he heard William's name. "What the hell do you intend to do? I'm warning you. If you touch even a strand of his hair, I will not hesitate to hunt you down!"

"You're too paranoid," Corbett said blankly. "I just want to meet him."

"He doesn't even know who you are. Why do you want to meet him?" Frank was even more angered and confused.

"You've been gone for a few days. It's impossible that he won't come looking for you, right?" Corbett said, "I just want to help you test the strength of your relationship."

"No, thanks." Frank turned around and said, "That's none of your business."

"My decision has not changed," Corbett responded firmly.

Frank stared him down in contempt. He really couldn't understand why this man did this!

"Do you want to see our shooting range?" They stood at the top of the mountain for a long while before Corbett spoke again.

"Alright." Frank agreed. He had nowhere else to go anyway.

"It's on the opposite side of the mountain."

The two of them started heading back. Some people hiding behind shrubberies and tall grasses followed them.

As expected, the moment they reached the back of the mountain, they heard deafening sounds one after another.

The shooting range was in an empty valley. "Young lord." "Young lord!"

When Corbett took Frank into the shooting range, everyone stopped to greet them. Once they passed through, the people concentrated on shooting again.

"Um." Corbett had taken Frank to a solitary target range.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Frank raised his eyebrows and said, "Sure."

"Dixon," said Corbett as he raised his hand and waved at the scarred man standing not far away. "Bring us some lighter firearms."

"Affirmative, sir."

After a while, Dixon had brought them five or six different guns.

With his slender fingers, Corbett introduced one gun after the next. "How about choosing one?"

"Whatever." Frank shrugged and casually grabbed one.

"The target ahead is only twenty meters away. Have at it," said Corbett with a smile. "Let me see what you've got."

"Humph!" Frank snorted discontentedly. He raised his right arm gently and fired three shots at the target. "Only one was hit." Corbett shook his head and smirked. "I think... There are only six or seven rings."