Chapter 11 Quella Radcliffe's Craftsmanship_1

"Mr. Aron Jackson!"

The Black Bear 'thudded' to his knees on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He naturally understood what a soul-chasing order meant.

Looking at the card on the ground that shimmered with silver light, the Black Bear's entire body was nearly convulsing.

No one could survive the soul-chasing order!

Three years ago, Wesley Cook didn't escape.

Three years later, did he, the Black Bear, have any hope?

Desperation and fear began to spread over him.

The Black Bear bowed his head deeply, his body almost completely touching the floor.

"I don't want to kill you either."

Aron Jackson silently lit a cigarette and sighed, "But, you've offended someone you shouldn't have."

If Julius Reed asked Aron Jackson to commit suicide, he would not hesitate to take his own life.

Let alone someone else.

"Who is it! Mr. Aron Jackson, I've been law-abiding here; I've never offended anyone!"

The Black Bear suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with panic.

Crawling to Aron Jackson's feet, he begged, "Mr. Aron Jackson, who have I offended? Can you tell me?"

People instinctively fear death when facing it.

The Black Bear was no exception.

Even now, he still fantasized about surviving the soul-chasing order.

"Some people, you're not worthy of knowing!"

"Mr. Aron Jackson!"

The Black Bear's breathing became rapid.

"I beg you, for the sake of my older brother, give me a chance to live!"

He pleaded once again.

The Black Bear's older brother was Theodore Kensington, the eldest son of the Kensington family.

Even in Gonzalez City, Theodore Kensington's name carried weight.

The Kensington family was considered a powerful clan in the Five-river Province, with dozens of martial arts schools and a host of other businesses.

By virtue of this relationship, the Black Bear reigned in the north of the city.

For years, only the Black Bear remained unscathed.

Behind this, it was because of Theodore Kensington.

Now, the Black Bear brought up Theodore Kensington, clearly intending to intimidate Aron Jackson.

After all, he considered Aron Jackson to be nothing compared to Theodore Kensington.

But what he didn't know was that behind Aron Jackson stood a behemoth!

"Are you threatening me?"

Aron Jackson flicked his cigarette butt lightly, looking at the Black Bear with interest.

Back then, he didn't take out the Black Bear only because he wanted to avoid trouble and not affect his mission to protect Julius Reed.

After all, there would have been some trouble to deal with.

But now that Julius Reed had come to his senses, he could act freely.

Theodore Kensington?

Compared to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, he's nothing!

"I naturally wouldn't dare, sir! I'm just asking you to be merciful and spare my life. From now on, whether it's climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flames, the Black Bear will surely not hesitate to die!"

Of course, the Black Bear was threatening, but he could never say that out loud – face was more important than life.

If Aron Jackson were wise, he certainly wouldn't offend the monster that is Theodore Kensington.

"The person you've offended, even Theodore Kensington wouldn't dare to provoke!"

Bang!

Aron Jackson suddenly pulled the trigger!

With the sound of a gunshot, a blood hole appeared in the Black Bear's forehead, blood continuously flowing out.

In his eyes, there was still a residual look of smug satisfaction.

...

By the time Julius Reed got home, Quella Radcliffe had already prepared a table full of dishes.

As soon as he entered the house, he felt something was off.

Because the three of them were sitting at the table, but not a bite of food had been touched.

His mother-in-law and father-in-law were sitting with stern faces, not even looking at him.

"You're back?"

Quella Radcliffe waved at him, "Come and try my cooking!"

Ever since Julius Reed became part of the family through marriage, the cooking had fallen to him, and Quella Radcliffe had never once stepped foot in the kitchen.

Today was supposed to be the first time since the wedding.

"Great!"

Julius Reed smiled as he took his seat at the dining table, apologizing slightly, "Something came up in the middle, causing a bit of a delay."

He had intended to deal with a few hooligans; little did he know it would lead to so many people getting involved.

"Hmph! Julius, did you go out just to come back with an attitude?"

Knox Ridge finally couldn't continue pretending, she turned around to face Julius Reed, her anger boiling over as she yelled, "I'm almost starving to death here! Weren't you supposed to go grocery shopping? Did you go to buy ginseng or deer antlers instead? Now you can't even cook a proper meal! I warn you, don't think just because Quella Radcliffe got the position of project manager, you can ride on her coattails!"

"Exactly! If it weren't for you holding her back, our daughter would have been successful a long time ago! I warn you, if you don't cook on time from now on, you can just get out of this house!"

Burl Radcliffe was also slamming the table beside her.

This kind of thing had happened often in the past three years, and Julius Reed had grown accustomed to it.

"Mom and Dad, there must be a reason for Twelve! How can you be so unreasonable!"

Quella Radcliffe wanted to tell her parents that Sky Reed and Julius Reed were classmates, but Julius had forbidden her from mentioning it, so she had to keep it to herself.

If it wasn't for that connection, how could she have possibly pushed past Otis Radcliffe to land the project manager position?

"Why are you always taking his side! Quella Radcliffe, I warn you! Sooner or later, that loser will divorce you, and you better recognize that!"

Knox Ridge angrily picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

"Ptui! What is this, is it even edible!"

She spat out a mouthful of sauerkraut fish onto the floor as soon as she tasted it.

Too sour and astringent, it was truly hard to swallow.

"Such bad luck! You disaster!"

Knox Ridge was already in a bad mood, and now with Quella Radcliffe's long absence from the kitchen, resulting in a particularly terrible meal, her rage exploded in an instant.

But in the end, it was her own daughter's cooking, so she had no choice but to direct her anger at Julius Reed, the outsider.

"It's all your fault!"

Burl Radcliffe, who was already henpecked, had no appetite now that his wife was angry, so after scolding Julius Reed a few times, he too retreated back to his room.

"I'm sorry... my parents... they..."

Quella Radcliffe felt quite helpless, and let out a deep sigh, looking somewhat deflated.

"It's okay!"

Julius Reed smiled faintly and began to eat.

"Hey! It's so bad, don't eat it!"

Quella Radcliffe felt a bit awkward; even she didn't dare to eat after she had finished cooking.

It was too awful!

"How could I not! Whatever my wife cooks is the best!"

Julius Reed, having swallowed a few bites, eventually couldn't bear it any longer.

"Let's just go out to eat!"

Quella Radcliffe suddenly suggested.

"Sure!"

Julius Reed put down his chopsticks, looking at Quella Radcliffe with a face full of happiness.

The couple had been married for three years, yet they had never dined out together.

"But what about my parents..."

Julius Reed was genuinely troubled; if Knox Ridge found out about them going out to eat, it would surely result in a fierce scolding.

"We'll just bring something back for them!"

Quella Radcliffe winked and got up to pack things.

"Where's your necklace?"

When Julius Reed stood up, he suddenly noticed that the necklace around Quella Radcliffe's neck was missing.

"My mother..."

Quella Radcliffe took a deep breath, looking down as she said, "I don't know who told her but when she came back, she took 'Dawn's Light' from me. You know how she is, when she makes a scene, I can't do anything..."

As she spoke, Quella Radcliffe's voice became softer and weaker, until it was barely a whisper at the end.

"Never mind, let's go out for dinner!"

Julius Reed said, comforting her with a smile.

But the moment he turned around, a chill flashed in his eyes.

'Dawn's Light' was a gift he had given Quella Radcliffe, and besides her, no one else had any right to wear it.

That materialistic mother-in-law of his would definitely wear it to show off to others.

"Get two people to retrieve 'Dawn's Light' for me."

As Quella Radcliffe was busy packing, he sent a message to Aron Jackson via WeChat.