Donald, standing there without any movement, was shrouded in mystery. No one could tell what his intention or goal was.
Before Arnaldo and Reina could leave, a thundering roar was heard. "Do you actually think you can escape now?"
Turning around, Arnaldo felt his heart sink when he saw who it was.
Francesco Faraday! He actually came! Is he somehow connected to Crab face?
Francesco didn't come alone, as his entourage comprised at least thirty men. Given their bulging muscles, it was evident all of them were elite martial artists.
It was clear that he was in a bad mood, for the Eighteen Copper Men he sent to kill Raymond had disappeared without a trace. In fact, there was no sign of them in Pollerton at all.
Nonetheless, the good news was that Silas had promised him half the spoils if he had succeeded in taking over Scarlet Swan Villa.
That alone would amount to more than a hundred million.
Arnaldo questioned grimly, "Francesco, you're a distinguished figure from overseas. Don't tell me that even you are coveting the wealth of a young lady?"
Francesco simply threw Arnaldo an indifferent glance before shifting his attention to Reina.
Despite her petite stature, she, with curves in all the right places, was an excellent feminine specimen.
The organization he founded was named the Crimson Dust Order. Just from its name alone, one could tell that Francesco wasn't someone that was bound by any rules.
As expected, he licked his lips. "Is this young lady your daughter? She truly is a sweet young thing."
After a brief pause, he continued, "Come, spend a night
with me, and I'll reconsider my plans."
Reina glowered at Francesco. "Get lost!"
"Oh? She's a feisty one, exactly right up my alley." Francesco sniggered lecherously before disappearing in a flash. The moment he reappeared, he was standing beside Reina with a hand on her shoulder.
Arnaldo couldn't pull her back in time, as Francesco was one step ahead of him.
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