In the room, Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford were having a good time, when suddenly Claire Carter’s voice was heard. This little green tea never misses any opportunity, her face is as thick as a wall.

Willow Crawford nudged the man on top of her, smiling with arched eyebrows, "Young Master Ashworth, your green tea sister is calling you!"

Morgan Ashworth reached out to tug at Willow Crawford’s clothes, clearly having ripped off one of her buttons. Young men are full of vigor, and ever since they got together, Willow Crawford’s clothes have almost become disposable. He impatiently said, "Don’t mind her!"

"No, what if your green tea sister has something important to tell you? Go and take a look."

"Not going."

"Then your green tea sister will definitely cry, and it’ll look like I bullied her. Just go and take a look." Willow Crawford held her clothes tight, not letting him succeed.

Morgan Ashworth slightly furrowed his sword-like brows, feeling a bit disappointed. He glanced at Willow Crawford, then got out of bed.

Morgan Ashworth walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, Claire Carter’s eyes lit up. Being able to call a man away from another woman’s bed greatly satisfied her vanity and sense of accomplishment. "Master, I..."

Morgan Ashworth’s gaze landed on Claire Carter’s face, and he indifferently said with a slight lift of his thin lips, "Do you not understand the rules? Has no one taught you not to knock on my door at night?"

Claire Carter was taken aback.

"Get out immediately, don’t disturb me doing A!" After saying this, Morgan Ashworth slammed the door shut with a bang.

Outside, Claire Carter was left facing the door that hit her in the face. Her mood plummeted from heaven to hell. Did he really open the door just to say these blunt words to humiliate her?

Morgan Ashworth returned to the bed and looked at the smiling Willow Crawford, "Princess Crawford, are you satisfied now?"

Willow Crawford nodded, "You looked quite handsome just now, very attractive."

Morgan Ashworth turned over and pressed her down, "Then you must like me forever. If you dare to abandon me and fall for someone else, I won’t let you go!"

...

That night, Willow Crawford was exhausted, feeling as if she had fallen apart, and she fell asleep.

Morgan Ashworth covered her with a blanket, then went out where Eleven was already waiting.

"Master, this is a letter from Ethan Barnes." Eleven handed over a letter.

Morgan Ashworth took the letter. The envelope had a few flamboyant, carefree words written on it, which was unmistakably Ethan Barnes’ handwriting.

For the past five years, Ethan Barnes had gone to the south of Westria and proclaimed himself King Hayden. He waged wars with ruthless and iron-fisted tactics, and any convoy with an "H" on it passed by, everyone would steer clear, full of fear.

Five years ago, the Barnes family was already powerful, and Ethan Barnes was a demon king. Five years later, he had reached the pinnacle of power, bringing supreme glory to the Barnes family.

Currently, Willow Crawford’s elder brother Caden Crawford and Morgan Ashworth were at odds, while Ethan Barnes remained neutral, waiting to see whose side he would take.

Now, Ethan Barnes had suddenly sent a letter late at night.

Morgan Ashworth opened the letter; inside was just one short line: Miles Linden, hope you are well. How about using your sister, Celeste Linden, in exchange for cooperation?

Celeste Linden...

This is a name that hasn’t appeared for a long, long time; it’s the most distant memory for everyone.

In memories, Celeste Linden was like a flower, with a beautiful, fragile exterior hiding the most resilient force of life. She refused to succumb to fate and strived hard to change her destiny.

Five years ago, she left everyone. For the past five years, there has been no news, and no one knows where she is now or how she is doing.

"Master, what did Ethan Barnes say in the letter? He’s currently the key figure; we must secure his cooperation."

Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips, not saying a word.

"Master, did Ethan Barnes make some unreasonable and excessive demands in the letter? Cooperation is crucial now; we should find a way to meet all his demands."

Morgan Ashworth narrowed his beautiful eyes and then said in a low voice, "You may leave; I have my own plans."

"Yes, Master." Eleven retreated.

Morgan Ashworth stood alone in the hallway for a while, his handsome face obscured in the darkness, making it hard for anyone to discern his thoughts.

Soon, he turned around to return to his room.

But his steps paused in the next second because the just-asleep Willow Crawford had woken up without him noticing and was now standing right in front of him.

"Why are you awake?" Morgan Ashworth quickly put away the letter and stepped forward.

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Did Ethan Barnes send a letter? What did he say in the letter? Has he not forgotten about Sister Celeste? Does he want you to use Sister Celeste in exchange for cooperation?"

Morgan Ashworth knew he couldn’t hide it from Willow Crawford. He nodded, "Yes."

Willow Crawford furrowed her delicate brows, "To Sister Celeste, Ethan Barnes was a nightmare. Five years ago, Sister Celeste struggled hard to break free from the shackles of fate and gained a new life. Morgan Ashworth, will you hand Sister Celeste over to Ethan Barnes? After all... you could exchange one sister for a kingdom."

Although this kingdom would certainly be filled with smoke and rivers of blood, and her most beloved brother and the most beloved man in front of her would meet in arms.

But undeniably, Morgan Ashworth now had the advantage, and that advantage was Celeste Linden.

Five years ago, Ethan Barnes might have only wanted to toy with Celeste Linden, but her planned departure made the Barnes family fall out, and even made Ethan Barnes personally end his father. This event became the most striking Chapter in Ethan Barnes’ life.

Perhaps, Celeste Linden is Ethan Barnes’ weakness, and now Morgan Ashworth has grasped this weakness.

Morgan Ashworth remained expressionless, with no one able to see his true thoughts. "You don’t have to worry about this matter; go back to the room and rest."

He didn’t want to discuss this topic. At such moments, Willow Crawford felt a sense of powerlessness. After all, they had fundamentally different statuses and there was always an insurmountable chasm between them.

"Okay." Willow Crawford nodded obediently.

...

The next morning, when Willow Crawford opened her eyes, the space beside her was empty; Morgan Ashworth had already got up.

Willow Crawford went out and saw the maid packing luggage, which confused her.

She went into the study and found Morgan Ashworth, "Are you preparing to go on a business trip?"

Morgan Ashworth was dealing with the documents at hand, "Yes, I’m planning to go to the south of Westria to meet Ethan Barnes."

Willow Crawford’s heart skipped a beat.

Then Morgan Ashworth came over and held her small hand, which was soft and boneless, "Why are your hands so cold?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Willow Crawford forced a smile, "Maybe I didn’t dress warmly enough."

Morgan Ashworth took his coat and draped it over her slender shoulders, "Wear more in the future."

"Okay."

"Also, I’m not going to the south alone this time; I’m taking you with me."

What?

Is he taking her out, to the south, which is her elder brother’s territory? Has he thought it through? Is he not afraid she will run away?