Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 705 She is the woman that Seventh Young Master fancies...
As they walked in, they whispered quietly to one another.
One of the black-clad men nudged another with his elbow and asked, "Hey, you know, Adrian Davies has already come to Eland. This is the boss’s territory. Why doesn’t he just kill this woman instead of going through the trouble of drugging her?"
Hearing the words of the black-clad man, Melody Parker closed her eyes tighter and her body naturally relaxed, appearing completely as if she had been drugged into unconsciousness.
Then, the voice of the other black-clad man sounded.
He glared at the first man who spoke and reprimanded, "You know nothing! The seventh son is still in Adrian’s hands, and the boss plans to use this woman to exchange for the seventh son, so of course, he won’t kill her."
"Oh, I see." The first black-clad man nodded hurriedly, looking at Melody Parker lying on the ground, "You have to admit, this woman is damn beautiful!"
Saying that he reached out to touch Melody Parker’s face.
Seeing his action, the other man immediately swatted his hand away, "Are you tired of living? I heard that this woman is someone the seventh son fancies."
The first black-clad man shuddered, looking at his own hands, and hurriedly thanked the one who warned him, "Brother, thanks! If the seventh son knew, not only would I lose my hands, but I might lose my life."
"As long as you know, stop talking nonsense and get to work!" the other black-clad man scolded, placing his hand on Melody Parker’s leg.
"Okay, okay." The first black-clad man nodded repeatedly, dutifully placing his hands under Melody Parker’s shoulders, and together with the other man, lifted her from the ground.
The two men skillfully placed the ’unconscious’ Melody Parker on the bed and turned to leave the room.
Before leaving, the talkative black-clad man couldn’t help asking, "You think with the boss’s personality, when did he become so easy-going? Even if it’s for exchanging for the seventh son, the boss should..."
Before he could finish his words, the other black-clad man cut him off with a reprimand, "You want to lose your tongue?! The boss’s thoughts aren’t something we can guess..."
At this point, the other black-clad man suddenly fell silent.
He looked at the previous speaker, then cautiously continued, "All you need to remember is, if you want to live a long life, you must watch what you say. As subordinates, don’t look at what we shouldn’t, don’t listen to what we shouldn’t, and never know what we shouldn’t."
The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away, and their voices also disappeared into the distance.
Melody Parker quietly kept her eyes closed, pondering the words of the two black-clad men.
Was the red potion really just to put her into a coma?
If that were true, then how could James Sutton be so confident that it would ensure her death, Adrian’s death, and the destruction of the entire Whitehill?
And the twin butterflies on her shoulder.
If that potion was simply a sedative and not some kind of poison, how could the twin butterflies have turned into lifeless black dead butterflies after absorbing the red potion?
Melody Parker was sure: the potion couldn’t possibly be just a simple sedative!
The supposed sedation was probably just one effect of the potion!
Thinking that James Sutton was unaware of the twin butterflies’ protective action, didn’t know they absorbed all the potion, and didn’t know the potion was ineffective on her, Melody Parker came up with a plan.
She decided: she would comply with James Sutton’s expectations and continue to feign coma.
Only by doing so could she mislead James Sutton and seize the perfect opportunity to act.
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Twenty-something hours earlier in Whitehill, under Kuhn’s fury, an apocalyptic disaster was unfolding.
When the disaster struck, Mark was in fierce combat with Troy Cowell.
Suddenly, natural phenomena changed, with the bright sunlit sky suddenly covered by dark clouds.
The howling wind, deafening thunder, terrifying lightning, and torrential rain.
All this caused the fighters to momentarily cease their actions, and this included Mark and Troy Cowell.
Mark and Troy Cowell did not flee hurriedly as others did but watched each other warily while looking astonished at the sudden change in weather.
When they realized everything was connected to the frail white-clad youth standing not far from the royal tomb’s entrance, their eyes filled with deeper shock.
Beyond the profound shock, Troy Cowell moved swiftly.
He raised his gun, aiming for Kuhn’s forehead, intending to shoot Kuhn dead.
Simultaneously, Mark also sprang into action.
He quickly spotted Troy Cowell’s intent and kicked toward Troy Cowell’s gun-holding hand.
Troy Cowell defended by stepping back, causing the bullet to veer off course due to the action.
He glared angrily at Mark, shouting, "Damn it, didn’t you see he’s a monster? If we don’t kill him, we all die!"
Mark remained calm, his eyes cold and unwavering as he looked at Troy Cowell, speaking steadily, "He is a person of Whitehill; what he’s doing is also to protect Whitehill."
Troy Cowell was furious but powerless against Mark.
He had battled with Mark for a long time, yet couldn’t harm Mark at all, and was faintly showing signs of defeat.
Moreover, his prolonged battle with Mark was possible only because he wasn’t fighting Mark alone, but alongside two other Black Hand Gang thugs against Mark.
And those two thugs had already been killed by Mark.
If not for the abrupt weather changes, Troy Cowell didn’t know if he’d survive confronting this formidable man the next second.
Unable to win the fight, Troy Cowell attempted reasoning with Mark.
Troy Cowell looked at Kuhn, clad in white and standing firm against the wind, "You also see, that is a monster. Let him continue, and not only my people but you and every Interpol agent you brought will die."
Turning back to Mark, he suggested, "So why don’t we first deal with that person together, and then settle our score?"
Mark remained unmoved, calmly replying, "We Interpol agents do not fear death."
Troy Cowell was almost spitting blood in anger, "You!"
Since reason didn’t work, there was only the option of a life-and-death struggle.
After killing this bothersome Interpol agent, he would then deal with that monster!
Troy Cowell looked at all his subordinates not far from him and commanded coldly, "Brothers, go, and slaughter this one for me first!"
