Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 291: A Step Back for Each Side

The remaining few people lay on the ground, wailing from their gunshot wounds.

"..."

Miles Harrington looked at the motionless crowd, unable to stop the twitching at his temple.

What does this mean?

Since when did Seraphina Redgrave command the ceasefire in a gun battle?

"Retreat."

Seraphina Redgrave shouted once more.

Yet neither The Directorate, nor Miles Harrington nor The Directorate understood what this meant.

Only Hector Shaw, upon hearing these words, fell silent. He looked at Seraphina Redgrave, tightly gazing for a few seconds. It was uncertain what emotion lay behind the sunglasses, but ultimately, he obediently instructed his subordinates, "Retreat!"

Once the order was given, all the masked and sunglasses-wearing men retreated in an organized manner.

Hector Shaw still led at the front, vigilant of others, pausing momentarily when passing by Ethan Sterling.

He looked at this somewhat disheveled yet still imposing man.

Despite his tattered clothes, as long as he stood there, no one could ignore him.

Ethan Sterling met his gaze with eyes full of aggressive provocation, his thin lips forming a line, extremely displeased with this man.

"Since our renowned Young Master Sterling can’t take care of her, why not let me take her away for good care?"

Hector Shaw raised one hand with a gun, adjusted his sunglasses with the other, and seriously uttered these words.

Ethan Sterling sneered, full of disdain, looking at him sideways, "The only reason you’re able to leave now is because I’m sparing you for Seraphina’s sake. If you continue being so annoyingly unaware, I’ll have to send your ashes back south."

Even though the Shaw Family has shown signs of decline in recent years, Hector Shaw is still the dominant force in the south. Only Ethan Sterling would dare to speak so outrageously in front of him.

"I guess someday Young Master Sterling will come to me on his own. I’m waiting for you."

Having said this, Hector Shaw looked at Seraphina Redgrave, nodded, and quickly returned to the off-road vehicle with his subordinates.

Miles Harrington, seeing this group planning to leave, angrily snapped at his subordinates, "Why are you just standing there? Go after them! Are you scared stiff by the gun?"

"Miles Harrington."

Seraphina Redgrave’s hoarse voice sounded again, each word firm and powerful, leaving no room for refusal, "Both sides should take a step back and negotiate at The Directorate. We can’t just stay at an impasse here all day."

Her mean not going to the execution ground, nor leaving with Ethan Sterling, but rather staying to negotiate a conclusion.

Indeed, there’s no point in maintaining a stalemate. It’s better to reach a conclusion sooner.

Miles Harrington glanced at Ethan Sterling behind her, his face unpleasant, "Fine, let’s go to The Directorate."

Receiving Miles Harrington’s definitive answer, Seraphina Redgrave slowly walked back to stand beside Ethan Sterling, and although her hands were still shackled, it didn’t stop her from holding Ethan’s arm.

She patiently said, "Let’s go, to The Directorate."

"What more is there to discuss now?"

Ethan Sterling found Miles Harrington displeasing in every way at the moment.

"No matter what, we shouldn’t waste time here. If we rashly go out now, those lying in wait will undoubtedly capture me, so the best choice is to enter The Directorate."

As Seraphina Redgrave spoke, her hand gripping Ethan Sterling’s arm tightened slightly.

Moreover, Ethan Sterling’s current condition was not optimistic. He must receive treatment immediately, or she wouldn’t be at ease in any way.

"But I don’t want you to go into that torturous place again."

Looking at the large "The Directorate" letters, Ethan Sterling’s eyes were full of disgust. If possible, he would choose to tear it down directly.

"But this time, with you beside me, it won’t be torture." Seraphina Redgrave smiled and said.

"!"

Ethan Sterling’s heart skipped a beat, thinking perhaps he had misheard, his pupils locked tightly on Seraphina Redgrave.

What did she mean by it wouldn’t be torture with him beside her?

What exactly did she mean?

"Alright, let’s go quickly."

Seraphina Redgrave felt uncomfortable under his stare. Not being someone good at sweet talk, she couldn’t meet his gaze head-on, so she bowed her head and pulled him forward.

Nathan Ayers, seeing this, immediately intended to follow them inside.

Seraphina Redgrave turned her head to look at him, and Nathan Ayers quickly lowered his head. If he could, he truly wished to dig a hole and bury himself, overwhelmed with guilt.

"You go back to the Sterling Family estate first." Seraphina Redgrave didn’t hold his previous actions against him but calmly issued a command, "By any means necessary, don’t let Ryan Sterling leave the estate or contact other conglomerates."

These words suddenly awakened Nathan Ayers.

That’s right.

Ryan Sterling had been eying them eagerly, and this time, the one who was supposed to appear at the execution ground didn’t show. He could surely deduce some clues from all this.

The situation was already chaotic enough. If Ryan Sterling intervened and stirred up more trouble, it would be difficult to resolve.

Nathan Ayers felt a pang of unease, lowering his eyes, "Yes, I’ll arrange it immediately."

Saying this, Nathan Ayers straightforwardly left, leaving part of his men behind to protect the two of them.

...

Next, everyone entered The Directorate.

As soon as they entered, the doors slammed shut.

"Cough, cough..."

Ethan Sterling, unsteady on his feet, quickly reached out to support himself against the stone wall beside him.

His throat tasted of blood, and more blood seeped from the corner of his lips, clearly indicating his near-collapse, purely standing firm through sheer will.

"Ethan Sterling..."

It was the first time she saw him like this. The wound on his chest earlier was already ghastly, and now, after such a prolonged period, Seraphina Redgrave didn’t know how much longer Ethan Sterling could hold on.

Ethan Sterling gripped Seraphina Redgrave’s wrist, coldly glaring at Miles Harrington, "Unlock her handcuffs."

"She’s currently a death row inmate." Miles Harrington looked displeased.

"Do you think I’m negotiating with you?" In the next moment, Ethan Sterling’s fury erupted without restraint, startling Miles Harrington.

"..."

Miles Harrington knew how ruthless Ethan Sterling could be. Having once dared to point a gun at his own father for power, he might just as well aim a gun at Miles’s head now.

Even though Ethan Sterling was extremely weak at this moment, Miles didn’t dare to overstep.

There was no choice, Miles Harrington signaled to his subordinates, who immediately stepped forward with keys to unlock Seraphina Redgrave’s shackles.

Having been pressed by those restraints for a long time, Seraphina Redgrave’s wrists and ankles bore painful red marks.

As soon as freed, Seraphina Redgrave immediately supported Ethan Sterling, who consequently leaned on her shoulder.

"..."

Seraphina Redgrave winced involuntarily from the pain, but soon regained her composure.

Yet Ethan Sterling sensed something was wrong, asking in a low voice, "What’s wrong with you?"

"This place is damp, and I haven’t had much rest these past two days. My joints ache a bit."

Seraphina Redgrave explained.