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Warren Earl smiled as he pulled an object from his pocket. Upon closer inspection, it was a gray-black leather scroll, appearing ancient and somewhat worn.
After rubbing the scroll in his hands for a moment, Warren seemed reluctant to part with it, but ultimately handed it to Wendy, saying gently, "Since you have agreed to this matter, I will give you this Blood Contract scroll. Remember, Brent must willingly drop his blood on the Blood Contract."
Wendy took the scroll with a dazed expression; her eyes were vacant, and her hands trembled slightly as she received it.
She felt conflicted and distressed—on one hand was the man she loved, and on the other were her family members. No matter how she chose, the outcome would cause her immense pain.
"Go now, and remember my words." After glancing at Wendy's blank expression, Warren sighed internally and waved his hand.
Wendy clutched the scroll in her hands and turned to leave in confusion, not uttering a single word. Her frail figure appeared filled with uncertainty and helplessness.
After Wendy had left for some time, Hawk's figure silently emerged in the study, bowing deeply to Warren Earl.
After scanning Hawk briefly, Warren pondered for a moment before speaking. "Follow Wendy and see what happens. If anything goes awry, quickly control Brent and bring him to me. Be gentle; he is still of great use."
Hawk nodded silently in response to Warren's instructions before vanishing without a trace, his disappearance eerie and without warning.
Meanwhile, in another courtyard where Brent was located, all the family guards assigned to protect him had gathered in the open area.
Many were puzzled by Brent's request and engaged in hushed discussions. Only a few remained calm, observing the situation unfold.
The Aldra Family guards would not simply follow Brent's orders; their gathering here was merely to see what he intended to do.
After all, their primary mission was not just to ensure Brent's safety but also to act as spies monitoring him.
Now that Brent was making such a significant move, many were waiting for him to provide an explanation. As for following his commands blindly—that was out of the question; playing dumb was as easy for these family guards as drinking plain water.
Clearing his throat lightly, Brent focused his gaze on the guards, signaling that he was about to speak.
The murmurs gradually subsided, and everyone turned their attention to Bu. Regardless of whom they served, at least for now, they were here to serve this person in front of them, and they needed to show the respect that was due.
Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Bu slowly spoke up, "I have received news that someone will come to assassinate me tonight. The assailant is very powerful, and at least among us, we would find it difficult to resist."
"What? Is that true?"
"Could it be? Is someone really bold enough to come and cause trouble for the Aldra Family?"
"What's so surprising? Similar things have happened before; last time, it almost succeeded."
"Yeah, it seems like there are increasingly reckless individuals out there. They almost regard our Aldra Family as nonexistent."
Bu's words stirred up a wave of shock and anger among the guards, many of whom expressed disbelief. A heated discussion broke out as people began to voice their opinions.
As the crowd buzzed with chatter, a Middle-Aged Strong Man shouted a few words to regain control of the situation. Gradually, the noise subsided, and everyone turned their gaze toward him with respect in their eyes.
Noticing this, Bu focused on the Middle-Aged Strong Man who had stepped forward. Judging by his commanding presence, he seemed to hold some status among the family guards.
"Young Master Brent," he said, addressing Bu. "If you say someone will come to assassinate you tonight, I will tentatively believe that your information is accurate.
However, we are merely guards assigned to protect you; our authority is limited and we cannot make decisions. I can report your situation truthfully to Earl Warren Edra, but any further arrangements will need to wait for his orders."
The Middle-Aged Strong Man stepped forward from the crowd, bowed respectfully to Bu, and spoke confidently. His tone was neither servile nor arrogant, and his calm demeanor combined with his robust physique gave off an air of credibility and assurance.
Bu's eyes flickered slightly; what this person mentioned was exactly what he wanted to do.
This matter must receive the support of Warren Earl in order to continue the game and to use others to achieve his goals.
"Since that's the case, we shouldn't delay. Please, this brother, hurry and report to Earl Warren Edra. After all, the one who attempted to assassinate me could appear at any moment; he might even be hiding nearby right now."
Bu gestured with his right hand, invitingly. His words once again stirred a commotion among the guards, their gazes shifting nervously, appearing quite paranoid as if every rustle of leaves posed a threat.
After giving Bu a deep look, the Middle-Aged Strong Man said nothing more and turned to leave with large strides.
Regardless of what calculations the other party was making, this matter had to be reported; otherwise, if something went wrong, he would not escape blame.
As soon as the Middle-Aged Strong Man's figure disappeared into the courtyard, Wendy appeared at the entrance, looking lost and disheartened.
Upon seeing Wendy's appearance, Bu was momentarily taken aback but quickly noticed that something seemed off with her. Her despondent expression tugged at his heartstrings, and he no longer cared about any notions of distance. He hurried towards the girl.
"Wendy... it's so late; why are you here? Is something wrong?" Before he even got close, Bu's voice came out with a hint of urgency.
For some reason, seeing the girl looking so haggard made it impossible for Bu to maintain his usual stoic demeanor.
Hearing Bu's voice, Wendy's pale face seemed to regain a bit of color. She slowly turned her gaze towards him, and a flicker of life gradually appeared in her hollow eyes.
"Brent..." The girl's voice sounded as if it came from high mountains and distant seas, ethereal like a dream.
Bu Mei frowned slightly; Wendy's current state worried him. He couldn't help but gently ask, "What's wrong? Wendy, if there's something bothering you, just tell me. Don't keep it all to yourself."
"Actually... it's nothing, Brent. Let's go inside and talk." Wendy looked quietly at Bu, forcing a smile on her face.
"This..." Bu hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded. "Then let's go inside."
He instructed Locke and the guards to remain outside and keep a close watch, then he took Wendy and walked into the room.
The guards watched the two enter the room, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. A man and a woman spending the night together in a room seemed to imply something, and everyone couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild. However, due to their identities, no one dared to speak out.
No one noticed that as Bu and Wendy entered the room, a shadow that was nearly transparent followed closely behind them.
With Warren Earl's cunning nature, how could he place all his cards on Wendy? The one who followed closely behind her, Hawk, was his greatest trump card.
Even if things did not go as planned, everything was still under his control. In the face of absolute power, all schemes and plots were nothing but jokes.
And with Bu's low-level strength, he truly could not stir up any waves within the vast Aldra Family.
"Wendy, what happened?" Bu asked as he saw Wendy sitting there dazed after entering the room, feeling a bit anxious.
Wendy bit her lip lightly at his words. Seeing Bu's worried expression made her feel both warmth and pain inside.
At this moment, she didn't know how to identify herself—whether to help her father frame Brent or to assist Brent and betray her father and family.
"Brent... Did you ever like me?" Wendy avoided Bu's gaze, lowering her head as her voice came out weak and hesitant.
Though her voice was soft, Bu's strength allowed him to hear clearly. Yet at this moment, he was somewhat stunned.
Like? Dislike? Based on his feelings, Bu knew that he liked Wendy. But if he liked her, why would he make her feel so lost and dejected?
Even if it was a well-intentioned distance, there should be limits to it.
Bu was not clear why Wendy looked so haggard and downcast; he simply assumed that it was due to his own actions.
It was his recent distance and neglect that had made Wendy sad and despondent.
He couldn't even provide the basic happiness to the person he liked, and instead, he made her feel sad and hurt.
"Do I really like Wendy?" Bu felt somewhat confused, appearing to be stuck in a dilemma.
Rationality brought him clarity, but love left him bewildered.
"I liked you before, but now, I don't know if that still counts as liking." After a moment of silence, Bu Shuang looked directly at Wendy and spoke each word sincerely, his gaze focused.
Upon receiving the answer, Wendy looked up at Bu's face, tears streaming down her cheeks, yet a happy smile appeared on her face. She had received the response she longed to hear; although it wasn't perfect, it made her feel it was worth it.
"Brent, I'm very happy. You liked me; that's enough. Now, quickly, you need to escape. I will cover for you." Wendy suddenly stood up, grasping Bu's hands. Her eyes showed reluctance but more concern.
Hearing Wendy's words suddenly left Bu somewhat bewildered. He looked at Wendy with confusion, just about to say something when Wendy began to explain.
"My father wants to control you through a Blood Contract. He sent me to find you. He intends to use emotions to confuse you and deceive you into willingly signing the contract, becoming a puppet of our Aldra Family." After finishing her words, Wendy pulled out an ancient gray-black scroll from her bosom and handed it to Bu.
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