Chapter 114: A Pointed Response
Just as Brendan was about to speak, Sierra suddenly made her move. No one knew how she did it, but by the time everyone reacted, Brendan’s neck was already slashed, blood streaming out.
Startled, then furious, Brendan aimed a kick at Sierra, but she anticipated it and dodged gracefully. She dusted off non-existent dirt from her clothing and scoffed, “I just said I’m protective, and although I don’t know who you were referring to, I didn’t like what I heard. If I’m not comfortable, no one else should be either.”
With that, she glanced at Brendan’s blood-streaked neck and sneered, “Consider this a greeting gift from me; no need to thank me.”
Leaving those words behind, Sierra turned and walked out, her commanding presence leaving everyone too intimidated to stop her. By the time people snapped to it, Sierra was already gone.
Fuming, Brendan barely contained his anger as he turned to a recently composed Kason. “Mr. Kason, your guest…”
Kason glanced at him and chuckled, “She was actually holding back. Otherwise, Brendan might not be able to speak right now.” Truth be told, Sierra intrigued him more with each encounter. She always managed to surprise him.
Hearing Kason’s words, Brendan was disgruntled. “Are you defending her?”
“Brendan, what are you talking about? She’s my fiancée; if I don’t protect her, who will?”
Understanding Kason’s stance, Brendan was displeased but dared not clash with him. Externally, their friendship was reputed to be solid, but in reality, Brendan’s status couldn’t compare to the Richardson family; he relied on Kason. So, although it was hard to swallow, he had no choice but to endure. However, he still felt a twinge of resentment.
“Such a fiery person; if Mr. Kason really brings her into the family, it’s going to turn everything upside down.”
“That’s precisely why it’s fun.”
Kason’s smile was particularly vile. “The ones who just lie down and spread their legs for you, Mr. Brendan, you wouldn’t take a second look at either, right?”
Brendan, reminded of something, nodded. “You have a point.”
The two exchanged a knowing look, sharing an understanding. Meanwhile, Sierra had just left the club and finally began to relax her tense body. Her sudden action had been driven by a boiling over of patience—if possible, she would have loved nothing more than to snap that beast’s neck. Additionally, she wanted to pique Kason’s interest; only then would he fall faster into her trap.
She opened her palm to reveal a sharply honed steel needle, always carried with her—a habit developed in prison, though back then, she only had a sharpened toothbrush. While today’s display might hasten Kason’s interest, it would also make him cautious. But her protective items weren’t limited to just one needle. Storing it away, Sierra began walking home.
After walking awhile, she sensed something off—she was being followed. Expecting it to be Brendan’s men, she turned around only to see a familiar car, draining the color from her face.
Upon realizing she’d been noticed, the car didn’t slow but drove up beside her and stopped. The window rolled down to reveal Shane, who checked his watch and said, “Five minutes! I followed you for a whole five minutes before you noticed! Seems like your alertness has dipped since you got out.”
Sierra managed a strained smile. “Need something?” The last person she wanted to deal with was Shane, whose psychological impact on her was profoundly dark.
Shane lifted an eyelid to look at her and simply stated, “Get in.”
Without hesitation, Sierra opened the passenger door and sat down. Pleased with her compliance, Shane’s mood seemed to improve, even allowing a small smile to form.
“I hear you’ve been leading an interesting life in Maviston these past few days.”
“It’s been alright,” Sierra responded cautiously. She didn’t know where Shane had been or why he appeared today; she was just on high alert.
“So, I hear you’re getting engaged to Kason?”
Shane glanced at her, his thoughts unclear, then chuckled, “Good choice.”
Sierra remained silent; with Shane, silence was the safest response.