Free Web NovelChapter 340: Chapter 340: Killing—Do You Know How?
The man leaned against the pitch-black domestic car, his figure tall and slender. That bone-chilling aura actually made the inexpensive car, worth only sixty to seventy thousand, seem noble!
The blond man stood humbly and submissively before him, his head bowed as low as possible.
"Sir, that woman has passed out."
The mysterious man glanced in the direction of Katherine North, who had fainted, seemingly indifferently. Seeing her drenched and with bits of water plants stuck in her hair, looking miserable beyond belief, the man’s lips gradually curved into a cruel smile.
"Find a basin of hot water, wake her up."
"Yes."
Seeing those bodyguards behaving politely, the mysterious man’s slender fingers brushed his jaw, his voice icy without a trace of emotion.
"No need to be gentle."
The blond Anderson was having someone fetch hot water when he heard his master’s words. He glanced sideways but didn’t dare to utter a word of dissent.
Did this first-year college girl name Katherine North somehow offend the sir?
How come it feels, in some intangible way, that the sir’s attitude toward Katherine North is really poor.
Yes, if there was even a shred of goodwill, Katherine North wouldn’t have to suffer like this in the water.
— Riverdell at a few degrees below zero is a bone-chilling cold. That kind of cold penetrates the bones and is not much less aggressive than a snowstorm in the north. Staying in the water for a few more minutes is not a joke but a way to freeze to death directly.
...
The blonde Anderson immediately acted on his master’s intentions and shouted at the bodyguards.
"Did you hear? Hurry up, leave her a life just enough to catch her breath."
For those whom his master disdains, what else could they be but a worthless life?
Anderson thought so.
And soon, the bodyguard found hot water and mercilessly poured a whole basin over Katherine North.
In an instant, it was the contrast of ice and fire.
Katherine North trembled and raised her hand shakily. She shivered and opened her eyes weakly.
"Where... where am I..."
She was so frozen that her mind was unclear, almost wondering if she was dead. Yet as she lifted her eyes, she saw a cold stern figure as tall and slender as bamboo.
"Who... who are you?"
For a moment, Katherine North almost thought the other person was Satan from the apocalypse.
But... wasn’t she in the water? She should have been dead by now, right?
Could this man, wearing sunglasses that obscured any features, be a savior?
Just as Katherine North was hesitantly unsure, the mysterious man turned leisurely. Clearly, there were opaque black lenses in between, yet Katherine North felt she saw a sneer in his eyes.
That icy aura was colder than river water on a winter’s night.
"How was the taste of jumping into the river?"
The man lightly parted his lips, his voice as hoarse as an old man nearing his end, making Katherine North’s heart sink in disappointment.
She didn’t know why, but she inexplicably felt that a man who stood like a painting should have the most handsome face and the most beautiful voice in the world.
But reality was cruelly different.
...
"Was... was it you who saved me?"
Being stared at through the sunglasses, Katherine North instinctively pulled her shoulders in, inexplicably filled with fear.
Also, an indescribable reverence and... attachment.
Yes, attachment.
After narrowly escaping death, people tend to cherish life, and Katherine North was no exception.
This feeling of being harshly abandoned and trampled by the world was too painful, yet this man before her granted her rebirth, an inexplicable sense of admiration surged forth.
If an emotion expert were to analyze, perhaps they would say it’s the suspension bridge effect.
...
But at this moment, Katherine North was shivering all over, cold to the point of almost freezing, her clothes still wet and clinging uncomfortably to her body. She couldn’t help but yawn.
"Autumn—"
Katherine North was too cold, so she looked at the man’s cold and sharp silhouette, tentatively reaching out her hand.
"Sir, could you give me a coat to keep warm?"
In fact, Katherine North’s hand didn’t even touch the mysterious man, yet Anderson, the blonde, glared at her like a fierce wolf.
"How dare you! Do you think you can talk to the sir like that?"
"Give her a coat."
The mysterious man waved his hand coldly, his voice eerie and indistinct.
With just one glance, the loyal Anderson backed down without hesitation, even throwing his own coat at Katherine North.
Rather than saying he threw it, it’s better to say he slammed it on her head.
Katherine North was hit and pained, yet the mysterious man’s eyelids didn’t even flicker.
After getting Anderson’s coat, Katherine North still stared at the mysterious man with an infatuated gaze, oblivious to the lurking danger.
"Did you save me? Could you tell me your name..."
Anderson sneered coldly.
"This is Mr. Knight."
Katherine North hesitated for a moment.
"Which Knight?"
It couldn’t be Vaughn of Cecilia Vaughn, such an unpopular surname.
Katherine North thought so, the strangest thing was, the man with sunglasses gave her a glance, and that cold and unmoved gaze made her feel as though her mind was seen through.
But that gaze carried no warmth, indifferent to the utmost, almost inhuman.
Just as Katherine North was anxious, thinking the other would not answer, she finally heard a lukewarm tone.
"The night of darkness."
So it was the knight of night, Katherine North realized, secretly relieved it wasn’t the same surname as Cecilia Vaughn.
Her hatred for that woman was intense.
...
Thinking of Cecilia Vaughn, Katherine North straightened her back, flicked the hair from her forehead, and regardless of her miserable state, gathered her courage to speak.
"Mr. Knight... I know you can’t be an ordinary person, and since you saved me, this girl... is willing to serve you, no matter... no matter what it is, even to be a bed warmer servant!"
At the end, she shyly cast a flirtatious glance.
But now, she felt rustic, lacking confidence in whether her once favored beauty could be of use in front of this person...
Anderson looked her up and down, then sneered.
"Do you think the sir would be interested in you?"
With such looks, still thinking of offering herself?
Crazy, perhaps?
...
Facing Katherine North’s anxious yet eager eyes, the mysterious man, self-styled as Mr. Knight, chuckled hoarsely.
"Have you ever hated someone?"
Katherine North was taken aback, then quickly blurted out two names.
"Cecilia Vaughn, Chloe Alden! I wish to kill them!"
"Not bad, hatred is the best motivator."
The mysterious man nodded, pulling out a knife from his sleeve, his voice crisp in the night air.
"Go, personally remove their heads."
My god...
Bound not far from the car, two street thugs wet themselves in fear...
