Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 914 - 525: Are You Damn from the Heavenly God Clan?
Chapter 914: Chapter 525: Are You Damn from the Heavenly God Clan?
Little White was naturally beautiful, and with the hairpin, she was like a plain white jade adorned with a touch of embellishment, making her stand out even more in the crowd.
Little White was a small fox that Logan had been taking care of since she was young; now that she had transformed into a girl, Logan couldn’t help but feel like a father wanting to dress up his daughter beautifully.
The hairpin stall owner had never seen such a beautiful little girl and was nearly melting with adoration, continuously praising her on the side.
“This young lady looks simply stunning with the hairpin. Master, I think you should buy a few more for the young lady and let her switch between different styles,” the owner said.
The stall owner’s words made sense, and Logan nodded in agreement, looking at Little White as he seriously said,
“I think she’s right. Do you like any other hairpins? Choose a few more, and I’ll buy them for you,” he offered.
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“Buy them if you like them, don’t be shy. Girls should always dress up,” he encouraged.
He bought her hairpins in styles she liked and then helped her put them on.
Looking into the mirror, Little White saw herself as an incredibly striking and alluring young lady, her lips curving into a slight smile.
No girl dislikes being dressed up beautifully, and Little White was no exception.
Without hesitation, Logan paid for the hairpins and led Little White away from the stall.
The people from the Johnson Family—others sent by Father Johnson to follow Logan—had been watching over Logan and Little White since they left the inn, eyeing the presence of Little White and harboring malicious thoughts.
Later, they left and reported back to Father Johnson at the Johnson Mansion.
“Patriarch Johnson, there’s a girl around thirteen or fourteen with Logan. We can make a move on her. Their relationship seems close, so if we capture her, surely Logan will go crazy,” they reported.
Unaware of Little White’s true identity, they could only perceive her as a young girl who needed Logan’s protection, naturally mistaking Little White for Logan’s vulnerability.
Father Johnson pondered for a moment, a cunning smile creeping onto his face.
“Is that so? How come he has such a young girl with him? Are they close? Is she someone important to him?” he probed.
The surveillance team reported back according to what they had seen,
“Yes, they’re very close. They act affectionately towards each other, and we saw them coming out of an inn together,” they recounted.
Understanding the situation, Father Johnson nodded, his voice imbued with a sense of calculating strategy,
“Then we can take action against this little girl. Perhaps she is Logan’s Achilles’ heel!”
The surveillance team also agreed with Father Johnson’s conclusion,
“If we capture her, Logan will definitely become obedient to us, and he won’t dare to challenge us anymore.”
Just hearing these words from the surveillance team, Father Johnson already imagined the future where, having leverage over Logan, he would swear loyalty to the Johnson Family, which would surely flourish.
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The next day, after Logan had breakfast and returned to his room, he watched Little White fiddling with her jewelry.
“Little White, I have some business and will need to go out for a bit. Stay here in the inn and wait for me, don’t wander off, got it? No matter how bored, don’t wander! I took you out for a walk yesterday, so just wait quietly for me today,” he instructed.
Hearing him say this again, Little White pouted with boredom. She thought she would be allowed to walk around the inn as Logan had promised the day before, but now he was reining her in again.
“You really can’t be gone for too long this time, or else I might grow mold from the boredom of waiting,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry as her fingers tapped erratically yet gently on the table, playing a silent tune. The tempo was neither rushed nor slow but reflected her current mood, mixing anticipation with anxiety. Each tap seemed to voice the emotions in her heart, stirring one’s own feelings.
Logan nodded,
“Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. Just give me a moment to deal with some matters, and I’ll be right back,” he reassured her.
Little White nodded, “Alright, then hurry back and don’t take too long.”
Afterward, Logan left the inn to find Ellie, while Little White, left alone in the room, felt quite bored. She found that only when she was with Logan did time seem entertaining; his absence made everything half as enjoyable.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, causing Little White to frown in confusion. She went to answer it,
“Did you come back so soon? Did you forget something?” she wondered aloud.
But to her surprise, upon opening the door, it was the inn’s servant, whom Little White recognized.
“Young man, what’s the matter? Did Logan say something to you?” she asked.
“Someone downstairs is looking for you. I don’t really know them; you better come and see,” the servant replied uncertainly.
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The servant was also unclear about the situation, appearing quite confused, ready to fulfill the requests of the guest downstairs.
Little White followed the servant down the stairs step by step, each one careful and deliberate, as if venturing into an unknown realm. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, her gaze swept through the bustling crowd and settled on the entrance of the inn. Dwayne Johnson was standing there with a posse of menacing-looking followers behind him. They were burly and intimidating, their presence powerful, as if ready to erupt at any moment.
Seeing this scene, Little White’s heart tensed, and her brow furrowed. The aura emanating from the group filled her with a strong sense of unease. She sensed they were not here with good intentions, but rather harm was coming her way.
