Chapter 49: I am your man!

How many people would dare to offend the Smith's family in the Imperial Capital?

"He is Reginald."

Darnell only said a name, and didn't need to explain any more.

"What?"

The driver was dumbfounded by what he heard. The man who just now looked down upon them was the powerful Reginald, who killed without any explanation, really?

Quickly, the driver's legs went weak.

Darnell, however, was a bit puzzled. He and Reginald had never known each other. Why did Reginald look at him with that kind of hostile look?

...

Not far from walking out of the hotel, Heloise saw Brady standing outside with Coral in his arms, Coral covered in a mess and draped in his suit.

Heloise looked at him for a while and curled her lips in self-deprecation.

There were always people in this world who were born with good luck, and no matter how spiteful or wretched they were, there was always someone to escort them home.

She turned to leave.

Late at night on the quiet road, only the street lamp was still warm.

Heloise walked in her long gown, the cool night air sobering.

A car had been following her not far behind.

Heloise thought that it must be Brady Brook who still had doubts about her identity and was sending someone to keep watch on her.

She hooked her lips in a smile, turned around and walked into a grocery store that was open 24 hours a day, went in and bought a big bag of food and walked out, then turned into the alley next to her that didn't have much light.

That was an alley that cars couldn't get into.

But soon there were the sounds of footsteps in small and broken bits in the dead of darkness.

Heloise walked towards the large garbage cans and meowed like a cat, several pairs of sharp, glowing eyes immediately emerged from the garbage cans, and another two stray cats slipped from beside the garbage cans.

She stood there, tore open a packet, and sprinkled some dried fish on the ground. Other more dirty stray cats immediately rushed out and began to grab food.

"Enjoy yourself, there's no rush."

Heloise laughed as she ripped open a few more ham sausages, and the stray dogs nearby rushed out as well, fighting and tearing each other apart.

It was like when she was living in the slums.

Human beings lived a dog-and-cat-like life.

Obviously, the food was too little to satisfy them, and the stray dogs and cats stood there, grinding their teeth and staring straight at the bag in her hand with a cold light in their eyes.

Seeing that it was almost the very time, Heloise held a pile of food in her hand and threw it over to the mouth of the alley, "Go ahead!"

The food all hit the bodyguards who were pursuing her.

The group of stray cats and dogs all brightened up their eyes when they saw this, rushing over there regardless, some even pounced over for the slight bite of food, directly jumping on people and tearing them apart.

"Where did the wild dogs come from?"

"Ah ah ah - they bit me!"

Screams came one after another.

Heloise glanced at them, smiled without much concern, and turned to leave with light footsteps.

Extricating herself from the stalkers, Heloise didn't go back to Hyacinth Garden, but went to a nearby open-air soccer field.

The soccer field was large, and the curved, densely packed seats were empty at the moment, with only a row of streetlights illuminating the lonely, cold field.

Heloise sat down on one of the seats, put the plastic bag in her hand on the seat next to her, and took a can of beer out of it.

It wasn't only Coral's birthday.

But also, it was hers.

According to the Brook's, when they first picked her up, there was a note left in her swaddling clothes with the year, month, and day when she was born, and even the hour of her birth was exactly the same as Coral's.

Every year on her birthday, the Brook's would organize a big birthday banquet for Coral, and she, as an adopted daughter, could not pray for too much, and only deserved to hide in her dark small room and quietly took a piece of birthday cake belonging to Coral.

Today, she finally smashed Coral's birthday banquet.

But she, still, didn't get to eat the birthday cake that belonged to her.

"Heloise, there's a long road ahead, so in lieu of cake, here's to your happy 21st birthday!"

Heloise raised the beer in her hand and shouted into the cold, damp, unoccupied air.

After shouting, she laughed at her own stupidity and tilted her head back to pour the beer down in one big gulp.

The can of beer quickly bottomed out.

Heloise had been a good girl until she was eighteen, and she hadn't ever drunk, and she hadn't had the opportunity to drink when staying for three years in the slums, so she hadn't realized that beer had such a strong aftertaste as well.

She soon became a little disoriented, leaning back, her hands resting on the backs of the chairs on either side of her, looking up at the dark night sky, the moon hiding in the dark clouds, not even a single star to accompany her.

She was really lonely.

Heloise laughed lowly with self-mockery at herself, then picked up another can and drank it again.

She drank one can after another.

In the end, she couldn't drink any more, and lifted her legs up to rest on the cold seat, her head resting against the back, her eyes half-open, and she was already dizzy.

Muffled footsteps came down the stone steps in the center of the auditorium seating step by step, stopping behind her.

Heloise ignored them.

The man took a seat behind her in a black overcoat, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, his face expressionless as he watched her face redden with drunkenness, "Are you Heloise?"

He tried to test her.

In a daze, Heloise felt someone talking to her and casually responded, "Yeah?"

Her murmured trailing voice was seductive.

Sure enough, that was her true name.

"Why do you have such a name?"

Reginald sat behind her. His voice was pleasantly magnetic.

The extremely handsome profile of the side of his face looked much deeper in the hazy, dim light of the field's street lamps, and his eyes were dark.

At that, Heloise leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed and smiled, "Maybe I'm dead long enough for someone to be alive long enough. You know, Heloise was a witch who especially defended someone from disasters."

She died so Coral could live properly throughout her life.

Reginald's eyes deepened a bit as he listened to that.

Dead long enough?

Alive long enough?

Suddenly, she turned her head and knocked her chin on the back of the chair, looking at him with misty eyes, "And who are you?"

Was she too drunk to recognize him?

Reginald sat there, looking at the girl in front of him.

Her innocent face was a little drunken red, implying a hint of flirtation, just staring straight at him, in a long dress and high heels that he had bought her, wearing a bracelet that he had ordered to be made. She was stunningly beautiful.

Reginald watched her, his eyes so deep that they were almost demonic, his throat tightening, the knot in his throat rolling up and down twice.

In the next moment, he slowly leaned toward her, his large palm pressing on the back side of her head, then slowly stroking downward, his long, slender fingers tracing their way to her thin neck.

His fingertips gently rubbed her neck, a pair of eyes deep and bottomless, thin lips slightly opened, asked word by word, "Do you have any unclear relationship with that guy, Darnell Smith?"

After coming out of the elevator at the Golden Cloud Hotel, Ben told him that it was the third young master of the Smith's Consortium.

Reginald asked, his voice magnetic and his tone light, but his slender fingers were already gripping her thin neck.

If she answered yes, he couldn't make a promise about what he would not do with her.

"Dar... What?"

"Darnell. D-A-R-N-E-L-L."

He pronounced the name letter for letter, his fingers gripping a little tighter.

It would only take a second for her slender neck to snap between his fingers.

"D-A-R-, what? I don't know him."

Heloise looked confused at a deep gully line on his protruding eyelids, and thought it was sexy.

It was very good.

He was very satisfied with her answer.

Reginald curled his lips, his hand on her neck changing from a grip to a light caress as he looked down into her clear eyes, "You just asked me who I was, I'm telling you now."

"Yeah, who are you?"

He was genuinely unrecognizable in her drunken and hazy eyes.

"I am your man.