NovelEnglishChapter 5934 Oh? Just then, Darryl took in the sight of the two women and could not help but marvel to himself.
Who would have thought that he would have had the luck to run into two beauties in the middle of the night? Upon sensing Darryl's gaze, Clara was greatly displeased.
At the stime, Tara could no longer stand it. She walked up to Darryl, sneering at him. "What do you think you're looking at? Do you know who my high lady is? Get out of here at once!" Her voice was clear and crisp, not leaving any room for retaliation.
Darryl frowned to himself at the words, finding the situation rather amusing.
The next second, Darryl responded in a calm voice, "Even if you're all rich, I'm sure you don't own this valley, do you? Why can't I be here if the two of you are?" Tara was annoyed to no end by his answer and shouted at him. "Finders keepers, have you heard of that? I'm not going to waste my twith you. Get out of here now." How dare this lowly peasant argue with her? Disgusting.
Ho ho...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDarryl chuckled to himself, not bothering to pay them any mind as he turned to leave and wait on a hill further away.
What mattered most right now was getting his hands on a ScarletflMink.
Just then, over on the grassy plain.
Tara pursed her lips at the sight of Darryl turning away. "Ugh, I hate commoners like this." Ciara, too, was slightly annoyed. "Teach him a lesson if he comes here again." The mere sight of peasants like these got on her nerves.
As they spoke, a series of footsteps sounded over.
Both Ciara and Tara thought that Darryl had returned, and their expressions darkened once again.
"Hey!" Tara got to her feet in a fit of rage, drawing her long sword. "Got a death wish, loser?" Despite coming from a trading family, Ciara and Tara had grown up cultivating and were decently skilled. Yet at the sight of who it was, Tara stopped short.
The figure was tall and broad, radiating an air of ferocity. It was not Darryl at all.
The man looked to be around thirty years old and had a sword knotted to his waist as his eyes blazed with power. It was clear that he was no kind person. His nwas Maurice Mccool, and he was a tyrant who had been lurking around the area nearby.
Maurice had been drained from the day's journey, but his eyes positively lit up at the sight of the two ladies.
How sexy.
Who would have thought that he would be lucky enough to run into such beauties this late into the night? At the thought, Maurice chuckled to himself as he walked over. "What are you ladies doing here so late? Need any help?" As he spoke, Maurice could not help but look the two women up and down.
"Get lost!" The look on Maurice's face disgusted Ciara and Tara greatly, and Tara roared at him, "We don't need your help! I'm warning you. You're standing in front of the high lady of the Gregory household! You can forget trying anything. Get out of here!" Ciara sneered at Maurice as well, unable to hide her contempt.
It was just her luck to first run into a peasant, and now a pervert.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"My, my, a rich little lady."
Yet Maurice did not only remain where he was, but a smile appeared on his face as he stared at Ciara. "I'd like to see this rich little lady up close." As he spoke, Maurice ccloser to Ciara.
Ciara's face flushed at the humiliation, sensing Maurice's hostility.
"Shameless bastard!" Tara cried out as well, not hesitating as she gripped her sword and pierced it in Maurice's direction.
Maurice did not panic one bit, a playful smile appearing on his face. "You've got quite the temper. Just my type! We'll have our fun later, won't we? Let's play nice for now." en As he spoke, Maurice ducked and met Tara's blow.
Clang!
In just one round, Maurice had flung Tara's sword onto the ground before moving quickly to block her acupoint.
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