Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1406: 1406: Unworthy

Chapter 1406: Chapter 1406: Unworthy

The sense of pride on Ava Harris’s face had not yet dissipated when it solidified.

The Caldwell Family of Boulevard, the overlord of the world.

After revealing her own identity, the opponent still dared to make a move!

“Next time, I might not be in such a good mood,” Julius Reed said, glancing at Merrill Caldwell, “You still have a kind heart. I spared her life because I feared for a person without any martial skills like you, encountering danger here. After all, in this restless world, not many still maintain their original intentions.”

Human nature is inherently good at the beginning.

Julius Reed always felt that the other party reminded him of Quella Radcliffe when they first met.

Ava Harris swallowed, not daring to speak.

Blood splattered on her shirt, staining her clothes.

But Ava Harris, who usually loved cleanliness, had no mind to care about it.

To kill someone with a flick of a finger!

If the opponent had been even slightly more off, she would be dead.

Now, Ava Harris finally believed Julius Reed’s words.

Moreover, Lowell Tennyson being so formidable, still regarded him as a senior.

Tears from Ava Harris fell uncontrollably.

Completely different from the unwillingness last time.

These tears represented the deepest shame and guilt within her heart as a martial artist.

“Miss Caldwell!”

Suddenly, a group of people ran over quickly.

The leader, a man dressed in a blue suit with a metal-made lotus on his shirt collar and short hair, looked very sharp.

Though dressed modestly and seemingly ordinary, discerning people could tell that his outfit was quite expensive.

Especially with the group of bodyguards behind him, constantly reminding others.

The man’s identity was extraordinary.

“Young Master of Young Family!”

Upon hearing the call, Merrill Caldwell looked up and seeing the person coming, she said somewhat surprised: “How did you know I was here?”

“Miss Caldwell, you didn’t really think you could sneak out without your uncle’s informants noticing, did you?” Ambrose Young calmed his breath, walked up to Merrill Caldwell, and said with a smile, “As soon as you entered Swimming City, your uncle called me to ensure your safety.”

“Dad knows?” Merrill Caldwell turned her head, looking at Ava Harris, somewhat at a loss.

They thought that their whereabouts were concealed, and that Olindo Caldwell couldn’t find them.

“Uh…” Ava Harris hesitated, knelt in front of Merrill Caldwell, “Miss, it was I who secretly informed the master. But Ava was only worried about your safety and meant no harm. And… nobody in the Caldwell Family dares to deceive the master.”

“It was you!” Merrill Caldwell was somewhat surprised, a trace of loss flickering in her eyes.

But then, she bent down to help Ava Harris up: “It’s okay, Dad would have found out anyway.”

In the Caldwell Family, anyone who doesn’t listen to Olindo Caldwell is dead.

“Please forgive me, Miss.” Ava Harris’s face turned somewhat pale, with the blood on her neck still not dry.

Toward others, she could be arrogant.

But facing Merrill Caldwell, Ava Harris must show absolute respect.

“We are sisters!” Although it was hard for Merrill Caldwell, she still managed to squeeze out a smile: “This is also good; we no longer need to hide.”

“What are you saying, Miss Caldwell!” Ambrose Young interrupted from the side: “In Swimming City, I will definitely ensure your safety. It’s getting late, I suppose both of you haven’t had dinner yet. Cloud Pavilion here is quite famous, how about I take both of you there to enjoy the bustle?”

“Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is Manager Ridge from Ghost Market!” He turned around, apologetically saying: “Brother Ridge, I got a bit excited seeing Miss Caldwell earlier, sorry for the rudeness.”

Behind Ambrose Young stood a young man in a white suit.

Compared to Finch Jackson, the man was younger, but his rebelliousness was not less than Broxton Leopold.

“So it is the Caldwell Family of Boulevard.” Nolan Ridge approached Merrill Caldwell, saying very respectfully: “I’m honored to meet you.”

But suddenly, his gaze fell to the ground.

The severed head of Ghost Market inspector Jerrick Green was right at his feet.

The blood was not yet dry.

“What happened!”

Nolan Ridge’s expression darkened, looking towards the blood-covered Pharaoh Yarrow.

In Ghost Market!

Someone dares to kill one of my men?

It’s simply lawless!

“It is…” Pharaoh Yarrow’s eyes dart around—the man was killed by Damari Tennyson, but Damari Tennyson is a distinguished guest of Lord Ghost Seven!

Recalling the conflict between Ava Harris and the masked man in front of him, Pharaoh Yarrow immediately points at Julius Reed: “It was him!”

“Oh?”

Nolan Ridge suddenly turns around, his eyes sharp as knives, looking at Julius Reed: “Why did you assault someone, sir?”

“If I killed, then I killed. Do I need a reason to kill?” Julius Reed did not leave.

He knew that once he left, these people would pursue him relentlessly like a sticking plaster.

Better to resolve the problem here and now.

“Wait!”

Damari Tennyson is moved.

A true master is a master indeed; why ever should he explain his actions?

He steps forward, chest puffed out, saying: “The people of Ghost Market were rude first. As for the one on the ground, I killed him!”

“Grandmaster.” Nolan Ridge is first stunned, then somewhat surprised, “Was there some oversight in Ghost Market? Otherwise, why would sir need to kill my subordinate?”

“Not at all!”

Merrill Caldwell, having heard this, steps forward to explain: “Your Ghost Market inspectors nurtured a group of thieves, aiming to steal from me, and this heroic figure discovered them. Then, those people came to retaliate, and the hero had no choice but to strike them down.”

Upon saying this, Ambrose Young’s complexion changes.

“Is that so?” He hums lightly, “Miss Caldwell, rest assured, I will surely seek justice for you!”

Before Ambrose Young could take initiative in assigning blame, Nolan Ridge stretches out his right hand, grabbing Pharaoh Yarrow by the neck.

“Is what this lady saying true!”

His face expressionless, his eyes only filled with murderous intent!

Swimming City has two kings and four officials that must not be angered.

These so-called kings are the Young Family and the Weatherby family.

Both had been the first rulers of Swimming City.

They have extensive connections and deep roots.

As the saying goes, the iron kings and the ever-changing city lords.

No matter how many city lords have been changed, the status of the Young and Weatherby families in Swimming City remains as stable as Mount Tai.

Ambrose Young is especially the legitimate heir of the Young Family, the future Family Head.

Now that he has spoken, no one dares to disregard it.

“I…” Pharaoh Yarrow, suspended in the air, is already too frightened to speak.

Crack!

Before he could defend himself, Nolan Ridge’s grip tightens, directly breaking the neck of this manager!

“Regarding today’s matter, I, Yannick Ridge, will definitely investigate thoroughly and provide an explanation to Young Master of Young Family and Miss Caldwell.” Nolan Ridge bows slightly, glances at Julius Reed, and whispers, “Excuse me.”

“Alright, I await your news.” Ambrose Young nods his head, just in time to notice the scars on Ava Harris’ neck.

“What happened? Are you injured? Should I call a doctor?” He says with some surprise: “Who did this!”

A fondness for the coattail.

Since Ambrose Young is fond of Merrill Caldwell, Ava Harris, as Merrill Caldwell’s closest friend and maid, deserves his care as well.

Merrill Caldwell gently tugs at Ava Harris’s clothing, and Ava Harris immediately understands.

“I scratched myself by accident.”

Hearing her say this, Merrill Caldwell feels relieved.

At the same time, she secretly gestures, signaling Julius Reed to leave quickly.

This action, naturally, does not escape Ambrose Young’s eyes.

He turns back, walks up to Julius Reed, and reaches out a hand: “I am Ambrose Young, thank you for your assistance.”

Men are all jealous creatures.

His words seem thankful, yet the undertone carries a display of aggression and provocation.

“You’re not worthy.” Julius Reed does not shake his hand, and turns to leave.