Free Web NovelChapter 339: Chapter 339: The Extremely Mysterious Mr. Knight
Katherine North could not swim, yet when she threw herself into the river, she barely hesitated.
The salty, icy river water rushed over her immediately.
Katherine finally experienced firsthand how cold the winter river in Riverdell could be, as if someone had cracked open her bones, shattering them bit by bit, freezing her until she was insensible.
Despite this, Katherine gritted her teeth hard until the taste of thick blood foamed at her lips, just barely keeping her wits.
Hatred, like an overwhelming tidal wave, surged over her.
After her death, she would turn into the fiercest vengeful ghost, tearing Cecilia Vaughn and Chloe Alden to pieces to comfort her spirit!
"Oh my God, that crazy woman actually jumped into the river!"
"She’s really determined to die! Elder Lowell, what should we do now? How do we explain to Miss Vaughn?!"
Katherine’s ears were filled with water, barely catching the words ’Miss Vaughn’.
Cecilia Vaughn! Such a Cecilia Vaughn!
The resentment in her heart grew wild, nearly engulfing everything.
So cold, so cold, her body gradually numbed, losing feeling...
...
The two thugs hired by Fiona Vaughn were stunned as they stared at the now silent surface of the river.
The knives in their hands still gleamed menacingly, yet they had lost their purpose.
"She jumped into the river herself, what’s it got to do with us?"
"Didn’t Miss Vaughn say all we had to do was deal with her? In such cold winter water, how could she survive?! Now we don’t even have to dirty our hands, what a profitable business!"
The pockmarked face of the old rogue regretfully stared at the river, flicking the weapon in his hand.
"It’s really a pity, she was Stellerton University’s current school belle, you know. I wanted to experience the taste of a prestigious college girl."
The other thug chuckled licentiously, nodding in agreement.
"Let’s go, Elder Lowell, time to wrap it up! It’s freezing out here, let’s go take a nice hot bath. With the money from Miss Vaughn, we can go to the best massage parlor, find the hottest chicks to play with!"
"I heard there’s a new foreign girl at The Southern Belle Lounge. Didn’t have the cash to try before, only got an eyeful and mocked by the guys on the street. Now’s the time to open up the exotic menu!"
The two thugs started lewdly joking about inappropriate topics, completely forgetting about Katherine soaking in the water.
Just as they were about to head back, suddenly, they saw a group of people standing at the far end of the bridge.
To be precise, it was an unusually striking group of men.
They all wore sunglasses in unison, each standing at least six feet tall, looking like trained fighters, resembling characters straight out of The Matrix.
Furthermore, the leader among them had a deeply chiseled face, not quite resembling someone from Veridia, with such noticeable blonde hair that one couldn’t help but take another look even from several meters away.
...
The two thugs, in charge of the job, exchanged confused glances, feeling an uncanny chill of murderous intent.
"Who are those people? They look so strange... not like locals from Stellerton."
The more timid, pockmarked-face thug shivered, having already secured the money to live quietly for months, he didn’t want any more trouble.
"Elder Lowell, looks like they’re not here with good intentions. They’re unlikely to be targeting small fries like us, let’s not meddle, just leave quickly!"
"Alright!"
The two were just about to flee when the blonde man gave a cold, mocking laugh, and with just a glance, the other sunglassed men quickly dislocated their joints and kicked them against the bridge pile.
"W-Why are you apprehending us?"
The pockmarked thug spat out a mouthful of blood, a tooth knocked out, blood foaming all around, he could only tremble and plead.
"We work for Third Master Lynch, have mercy, let us go!"
The blonde man ignored them, his gaze fixated intently towards the entrance of the bridge pavilion.
Then, a nondescript, roughly six- or seven-thousand-dollar black domestic sedan sped towards them and stopped steadily in front of them.
Yet, such an ordinary black sedan, seen everywhere on the street, inexplicably made the air freeze.
The many sunglassed men present all fell silent, surrounding the car like trained bodyguards, even the blonde man, evidently the leader, lowered his gaze and took a deep breath as he walked to the passenger side.
"Sir, you’ve arrived..."
The conspicuous blonde man bowed respectfully, his voice full of humble deference.
From inside emerged a man clad in black, with his jacket buttoned meticulously up to the top, exuding restraint, chill, and authority.
He too wore oversized sunglasses, but unlike the others, his features were completely concealed, even shielded by a Panama hat, yet his every gesture radiated a noble demeanor akin to a medieval prince.
——One couldn’t help but wonder, if he removed those sunglasses, what handsomely sculpted face must he possess to match such an aura.
"Anderson, you’ve done well..."
The man’s thin lips parted, his husky, mysterious, somewhat elderly-sounding voice drifted out.
The blonde man, named Anderson, leaned shamefully against the car, his hand loosely at his side, not daring to meet the other’s countenance.
"Overpraising me, sir."
No one present found anything odd about this exchange, yet the two thugs pinned to the ground were shock-stricken.
That voice sounded way too old, didn’t it?
Looking at the man wearing the hat and large sunglasses, although his face was hidden, his silhouette and posture clearly resembled a man in his prime... yet the voice didn’t match at all...
No matter their internal bewilderment, the two thugs hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy.
"Your Excellency! We were just doing our job, did you catch the wrong people?"
"Silence."
The mysterious leading man frowned elegantly, not even directing a glance, and Anderson, the blonde, immediately stepped forward coldly, dislocating their jaws.
Blood flowed unchecked.
Now, they could no longer speak.
...
Anderson found nothing wrong with it; from start to finish, he was just a dog of the sir.
But even being a dog, he must be the most loyal dog.
"Sir, the person you mentioned is in the water. Should we save her?"
Perhaps if any later, she would be dead...
Previously the sir hadn’t asked them to take action—something Anderson couldn’t comprehend.
The mysterious man’s slender, bone-white fingers slid over his watch, his eerie voice slowly rising, cold and indifferent, with an edge of nonchalance.
"Fish her out."
"Yes."
Soon, two strong, young bodyguards jumped in, while Katherine had been freezing for about ten minutes.
...
Katherine had completely passed out, shivering uncontrollably, until someone poured a bucket of hot water over her.
Through her blurry vision, she saw a tall figure standing gracefully in front of the black sedan.
Had she... reached heaven?
No, perhaps hell?
