Chapter 5935
“I already told your people that I was here when I saved your life. They’ll be here to raise a ruckus soon enough.”
Harvey smiled.
“If you’re scared, you can leave whenever you want. I won’t stop you.”
“You…”
Miley glared fiercely at Harvey before letting out a sigh.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave.
“I’m not stupid. If I leave now, the Smalt Sect will just drag me back to be Emil’s Cask. It’s only normal, though. Followers of the Aenar Temple are just sacrifices, anyway.
Miley sighed, the helplessness in her eyes evident.
Harvey looked at her from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t like you at all… But for Mr. Lennon’s sake, I’ll protect you as long as you stay behind me. Don’t worry.”
Miley looked at him oddly, then sighed once more.
“Your skills, strength, and background can make you into one of the top-rated people in the entire country… But you have a deadly flaw. Do you know what that is?”
“What’s that?” Harvey asked calmly.
“You’re too soft,” Miley replied.
“Since ancient times, people who do great things have been nothing but ruthless.
“Being soft isn’t a trait of an elite. If I were you, I wouldn’t even bat an eye at a woman who’s been crossing me over and over again.
“I’d even kick her while she’s down.”
“That’s why you’ll only remain as someone’s follower, and that you’d never be able to control your own fate,” Harvey said.
“As for the way I choose to live… I decide what I want to do.
“As long as I make good decisions that I won’t regret later, then that’s good enough for me.”
At the same time, in a room on the second floor, the tattooed man pushed the door open while covering his chest.
The entire room immediately glanced at him. They seemed extremely confused, as they didn’t think that the man would end up this way.
On the couch in the middle of the room, a man and a woman were having some tea.
The man had golden hair, amber eyes, and a high nose. He looked like an Easterner, but characteristics of a Westerner could be seen on him as well. He was clearly of mixed races.
The woman in her twenties beside him wore a white dress; she had a face as big as someone’s palm, big eyes, a pointy nose, and a small mouth.
She had a great figure and a pair of long legs; one single glance, and nobody could resist taking a bite out of her, as if she were a juicy peach.
The blonde man was none other than Emil.
The woman was one of Amos’s servants, Xyla Garcia.
Xyla frowned after seeing her subordinate in such a sorry state. It was an adorable expression, but the people who knew her understood that she was infuriated at that very moment.
