William

Biddeford, Felton Family. After Lewis Felton had escaped, he was picked up by his kin. Upon having his wounds treated, he immediately left Biddeford without delay. He lived in the southeast courtyard of the Felton Family. After entering the estate, he directly went to the main building to meet his Uncle William. As soon as he entered the villa, he saw a man dressed in a black suit, holding a glass of whiskey, sitting on the couch waiting for him. The man's face was handsome, noble, and aloof, bearing an elegant demeanor. His slender hand holding the glass was neatly manicured. He lifted his eyes, quietly staring at the liquid in the glass, a profound light fleeting in his clear and refined eyes. "Back already?" His low and magnetic voice carried a deep sense of intimidation. Lewis shuddered, lowering his head as he murmured, "Uncle William." William Felton, the current head of the Felton Family. He was the late-born son to Mr. Gideon Felton, favored since his childhood. At the age of twenty-nine, he held great power and became the head of the Felton Family. Although Lewis was only a few years younger than him, he had to address him respectfully as "Uncle". "How did things go?" William put down the glass, his voice giving away no hint of his emotions. Lewis's body stiffened, a chill creeping up his back. He didn't dare to look into William's eyes. "It's my fault. I let you down." He lowered his head, regret and shame filling his eyes. "I lost the goods and got shot..." At his age, William had long been able to control everything and had absolute power. Anyone who saw him had to be respectful to him. And what about Lewis? He couldn't even handle the small task that William gave him. He was useless! "Uncle William, I know I've made a mistake. Tomorrow morning, I will accept the punishment," Lewis said with his head down, his eyes filled with self-blame and shame. William raised his eyes, his deep, dark eyes showing a hint of coldness. "It's inevitable to make mistakes on your first mission. As long as you're unharmed." He was always tolerant towards the younger generation of the Felton family. "Is the injury serious?" William asked in a bland voice. Lewis breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "I was shot in the abdomen, but it didn't hit any vital organs. The bullet has been removed, and I just need some time to recover." William made a soft "Hmm" sound. He noticed the numbers on Lewis's arm and furrowed his brows. "What is this on your arm?" Lewis glanced at it and explained, "In the urgent situation, I was being chased by them. I accidentally entered a house in an urban village. It was the girl in that house who showed me a way to escape." "This is her bank account number. She asked me to transfer money to her account if I managed to escape." "Oh?" William's eyebrows raised slightly. He clearly seemed uninterested. He had thought that the string of numbers might be a clue of some sort. Since it wasn't anything of importance, he certainly wouldn't pay it any mind. Lewis, however, released a sigh bearing complex emotions. "If it weren't for her help at that time, I might not have managed to escape…" He vividly remembered how composed the girl was when she spoke to him. Such composure was far beyond what a girl her age should have. William lowered his gaze, straightened his sleeves, and slowly stood up. "I have sent someone to track down the goods. Rest and recover for now. When we capture those people, you will personally deal with them." Lewis shivered. "Thank you, Uncle William!" As William turned to leave, he quickly added, "Uncle! I wish to go to Mapleville and thank the girl in person." "Suit yourself," Felton said without looking back, taking big strides upstairs. As he was ascending, he thought of something, paused, and turned his head slightly. "But you should know that as a member of the Felton family, as soon as you step out, countless eyes will be watching you. In a small place like Mapleville, any movement will be known to everyone." "Are you sure your visit won't bring trouble to her?" Lewis stood still, feeling as if he had been enlightened. "Thank you for reminding me. I didn't consider it." "For now, just rest at home and don't need to go to the company." William's voice was composed. "I can handle it, Uncle William!" Lewis said eagerly. "If you really can't stand idly by, go look for a famous doctor who can operate on your grandpa. The world is vast, so there must be some doctor who can cure his illness. You don't have to be restricted to just Biddeford." Lewis nodded. "Alright! I'll remember." After watching William go upstairs, Lewis returned to his own building. Once he was back in his room, he immediately wrote down the account number on his arm. Looking at the series of numbers on the paper, Lewis was in a dilemma. How much should he transfer? She was a student. If he gave too much, he might scare her. If he gave too little, he would feel guilty. He had to think it through carefully. ... The next day, as usual, Valentina went out with her school bag after her morning run. Augus, as usual, waited for her at the door. But this time, he handed her fifty dollars. "Take it," he said. "What is this for?" Valentina raised her eyebrows in confusion. "You ran out of cash in your meal card, didn't you? I noticed that you haven't had dinner for several days." Staring at the money, Valentina sighed in her heart and took it. In the past, she spent money at will, living in luxury mansions and driving luxury cars. Money meant nothing to her, and she would throw it around for fun. Now, she had fallen so low that she had to rely on her younger brother to support her daily expenses. "Who gave you this money? Selena?" Valentina tucked the money into her pocket as she walked forward. "Yes," Augus replied in a low voice. "I told her that I ran out of money in my card." "If you gave me the money, what about yourself?" Valentina frowned at him. Augus shyly smiled. "I still have twenty dollars left on my card. It can support me for a few days." Valentina lowered her head and looked at his worn-out sneakers, thinking that when she had money, she had to repay him for this emergency help of fifty dollars. Lakeside Elite, Mapleville. Eudora stood in the corridor of the teaching building, watching Valentina leisurely walk towards her from the playground. A hint of malice flashed in her eyes. "Is everything set?" she turned her head and asked the lackey standing beside her. "Don't worry! The person is already lined up. Tonight, this fat pig will know the consequences of offending us!" The follower was one of the people who had been kicked off the chair by Valentina last time. She hated Valentina so much that she wanted to beat Valentina up and see her suffer. Eudora smiled with satisfaction, a hint of evil in her eyes. Tonight would be Valentina's death sentence!