Chapter 2 He's Still Alive

"Could it be... he's really still alive?" Leila's mind roared, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She thought, "You're actually alive? Then where have you been these six years?" Riley was a bit nervous, "Mom, there must be a misunderstanding." "Yes." Leila wiped away her tears, "There must be some misunderstanding, after all, this number..." Leila shook her head. In the past six years, she had secretly dialed this number many times, but there was never an answer. Suddenly getting a reply today, maybe the owner of the number has changed? She self-mockingly smiled, "Riley, you're the older brother. Take care of your sister later. Mom will be fine. And Auntie Marie will come to pick you up." Riley nervously held Leila's small hand, "Mom, I won't leave you." "Behave." Leila pretended to be angry, "Riley, are you not listening either?" "I'm not!" Riley pouted in grievance, "I'm afraid that bad guy will bully Mom." "Silly child, don't worry." Leila affectionately touched Riley's forehead, "Mom will be fine. If he bullies me, don't you think I know how to run?" Before Riley could speak, the door was pushed open, and a charming figure walked in. Leila looked at the person, smiled, seemingly relaxed a lot... Inside Jade Majesty Hotel! A middle-aged man, portly, wearing a suit, his balding head reflecting the light, had a triumphant look on his face as he continuously greeted the guests. He is the protagonist of tonight, Ernie, Leila's fiancé? Ernie looked at the gathered guests, feeling a bit eager, "It's already this time; why hasn't Leila arrived?" "Ernie, why the rush?" Jay Harper, with a wine glass in hand, smirked as he joined Ernie. "Despite my cousin having welcomed two illegitimate children, her figure remains impeccable. I believe tonight, you will be the most content man in all of Greafank. And if my speculation holds, Leila hasn't sucked any man yet, correct?" Ernie's enthusiasm grew, and he clinked glasses with Jay, stating, "Cousin articulated it perfectly. I anticipate double happiness with Leila, all thanks to my cousin's intervention." Jay burst into hearty laughter. He was Tate Harper's only son and the future heir to the Harper family! However, Leila's business acumen was too powerful, making him wary since childhood. Even now, despite constantly making a fool of himself, he still feared her. As long as he could drive Leila out of the Harper family, what did it matter? The entire Harper family belonged to him. "Look, Leila came." "This woman finally is gonna tie the knot." "But it's really a pity. She was mistreated six years ago, and look at her now." "Now Mr. Stewart is willing to overlook the past and hold a wedding for her. It is her honor." "Although Mr. Stewart has been married three times, so many young girls are willing to marry him." ... As Leila stepped out, a multitude of hushed whispers and pointing fingers followed her. Despite the shadow on her reputation, she remained the most captivating woman in the room. Draped in a white dress that accentuated her elegant figure, she exuded a timeless beauty. Indeed, the epitome of beauty! On her snow-like face, there was a natural and elegant temperament, like a fairy, stunning everyone. Ernie couldn't help but swallow saliva, "So sexy." He had meticulously planned the most thrilling posture for the bed. Among the guests... Luis, in his twilight years, looked at Leila with murky eyes, a hint of anger flashing. He had placed many hopes on Leila, but he hadn't expected this. How did Leila find herself in this situation? However, marrying Ernie could serve as a means for the Harper family to slowly undermine the influence of the Stewart family, ultimately bolstering the Harper family's strength. This became Leila's final contribution and worth. In front of Luis, there were three men. The one in the front, wearing a red flower on his chest, was Leila's father, the Harper family's third son— Otis Harper! Behind Otis, there were two more men. One exuded calm disdain, the other a sneer of contempt. As Leila walked out, her gaze fell on Otis. When their eyes met, Otis turned away, crushing Leila's last hope. She was overwhelmed by self-mockery! Is this her father? A father who viewed her merely as a tool to extract the last remnants of value? Nicole approached Leila, lowering her voice, "Leila, don't lose sight of your identity. Currently, in all of Greafank, finding someone like Mr. Harper is a rare feat. Do you genuinely believe you're still the Miss Harper from days gone by?" "Even if you're not considering yourself, consider your brother. He just turned eighteen this year. Grandfather mentioned that if you remain steadfast, your brother will handle some of the Harper family's affairs in the future. At that point, our third branch can establish a solid position within the Harper family." "Now, as a mother, all my hopes are on your brother." Leila's heart was bleeding. As the one born of the same mother, what was she? A machine? Not even a machine! She couldn't help but tighten the dagger in her hand, "Riley, Quinn, forgive Mom's weakness. I really couldn't hold on any longer." At the same time! Outside the third ring of Greafank! A black unmarked business car was speeding, followed by more than ten black Audis, forming a triangle to protect the business car. "Lord, it appears that we've received the news. The other brothers are en route," the driver conveyed with respect. If a leader from a certain country were to witness this driver, it might instill a sense of awe, perhaps even prompting them to kneel on the ground. He was none other than the Nightkill King, one of the twelve kings of the Dragon Shrine! The Dragon Shrine had one lord, four gods, and twelve kings! "Tell the other brothers not to come. I just returned, so let's keep a low profile." Walter closed his eyes, tapping his fingers rhythmically. Nightkill nodded, exhaling lightly, "Yes!" The convoy sped like the wind, and with the distance widening between them and other vehicles, Walter still felt it wasn't fast enough, "How much longer until we arrive?" "Lord, according to the current speed, ten minutes!" "Faster!" "Yes!" Nightkill didn't hesitate at all, once again increasing the speed. But in less than a minute, the speed slowed down. Walter lightly opened his closed eyes, "What's happening?" "Lord, there's a group of people racing ahead, blocking our way at the moment!" Nightkill looked embarrassed. Walter raised an eyebrow, looking ahead at the group of racing cars. All modified for speed, it was obvious that they were wealthy youths, even some provocatively dressed women were in a few supercars, gesturing with their middle fingers towards the rear. Taunting! Blatant taunting! On the silver McLaren in the middle, a young man looked at the convoy in the rearview mirror, a disdainful expression on his face, "Do they really think they're leaders? Forming a convoy? Today, I won't give way to you. Let's see what you can do. Order my brothers to block the convoy behind me, and preferably not let them leave alive." The young man in the silver McLaren chuckled heartily, "A bunch of fools. Do they still think they can be arrogant once they've set foot in Greafank?" "Don't they know they should inquire about Greafank before being arrogant?" "If you've got the skill, overtake me. If you've got the guts, collide with me." His laughter echoed, prompting everyone in the convoy to glance back and raise their middle fingers! Provocation! This was an outrage! Nightkill tightly gripped the steering wheel, eyes burning with anger, "Lord, they..." Walter closed his eyes again, lips parted, and uttered a chilling word, "Crash."