Free Web NovelChapter 440: Chapter 440: From This Moment On, I Say I Love You (40)
I’ve seen a fucking ghost! A goddamn fucking ghost!
When the man ran to the private room, a few men and women were in the middle of a game. Seeing him burst in like that, they all started cursing at him in annoyance.
The man didn’t care how they cursed at him. Instead, he shouted in shock, "All of you, shut the fuck up!"
"Liam Warren, are you fucking tired of living?!"
"Quiet! Everyone, just be quiet! I just saw the living Ancestor!"
"What living Ancestor? Liam Warren, you bastard, have you lost your mind?!"
"No, no, I fucking swear I saw the Ancestor, alive! A living Amelia Avery! A living Amelia Avery!"
...
The moment the words left his mouth, the room fell silent. Not another person spoke.
However, the silence only lasted a few seconds before the laughter and ridicule started up again. "Liam Warren, I think you really need to see a doctor. Ancestor Avery died at Master Jennings’s wedding more than two years ago."
"Exactly. Stop talking nonsense. If Amelia Avery were alive, there’s no way she would’ve let Cassian Jennings marry another woman."
The room was instantly filled with chatter. Pushed to his limit, Liam Warren had no choice but to slam his fist against the door a few times. "I fucking saw Ancestor Avery! If you don’t believe me, go out and see for yourselves."
"You all know how Ancestor Avery dances. In all of Tridell, there’s probably not a single woman who can out-dance her." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Hearing Liam Warren’s words, everyone in the room wore the same skeptical expression. One of the women, who was rather attractive, stood up. "Liam Warren, did you really see Amelia Avery?"
"I did. More real than solid gold!"
"Heh, interesting. If Amelia Avery is really alive, I wonder..." At this, the woman glanced at another woman sitting nearby. That woman raised her glass, took a sip, and then placed it back on the table before standing up.
Seeing the two women go out to see the commotion, the others naturally couldn’t miss out on the drama.
By the time the group went out, Amelia Avery had finished dancing. She was sitting at the bar, having a drink with the man who had just been her dance partner.
The moment the two women saw Amelia Avery, they knew Liam Warren had been telling the truth.
They sneered and returned to their private room.
Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, Amelia Avery, who usually held her liquor well, was now feeling a bit dizzy. She placed a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady herself as she stood up. "I’m going to the restroom."
"Do you want me to walk you there?" the man asked, concerned as he watched her unsteady frame.
"No need." Amelia Avery shook her head and started walking toward the restroom.
When she got to the restroom, she saw two women inside.
She gave them a cold glance, then stumbled to the sink. She turned on the tap, bent over, and began splashing her face with water, trying to sober up a little.
But just as she finished and was about to straighten up, a hand suddenly slammed down on her head, forcing it down, while another hand gripped her own tightly.
Being suddenly restrained like this, Amelia Avery felt her composure starting to crumble. "Who are you people? Let me the fuck go!"
"Heh... Amelia Avery, you have such a bad memory. But then again, I suppose that makes sense. Who are you, after all? The great Miss Avery, Ancestor Avery in the eyes of all the young masters of Tridell. Of course you wouldn’t deign to remember the likes of us."
"Bastards! Let me go, or you’ll be sorry!"
