LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

As soon as Abbie’s words were uttered, Jun Chester was left speechless. What did she mean by saying that I was deliberately playing with her?

Jun Chester casually picked up a peanut from the dining table, glanced at Abbie for a while, and said while eating, “Do you know why I didn’t choose to be a doctor in the beginning? It’s because I was afraid I would encounter someone unreasonable like you. I just saved you once, removed a fishbone from your throat, and instead of saying thank you, you’re like this. I kindly pointed out your illness, and this is how you react. It’s heartbreaking.”

Abbie was suddenly at a loss for words. After a while, she finally said, “But you can’t just reveal my private matters. And how do you know that I’m sick? You look like a swindler!”

Jun Chester shrugged, “Okay, consider it as me meddling in your affairs.”

Abbie bit her lower lip, suddenly saying, “Thank you.”

Jun Chester was slightly taken aback, digging his ear, asking, “What did you say? I didn’t hear it.”

Abbie’s eyes were about to spit fire, she gritted her teeth and said, “Thank you!”

Jun Chester smiled and said, “You’re welcome. Actually, I have a good impression of you. Aside from being a bit unruly, your heart is actually quite good. Lyvia is lucky to have a friend like you. Oh right, you said you have submitted your resume to Skyhowl, right? Why don’t you go for the interview with Lyvia tomorrow? You’re sure to succeed!”

Abbie scoffed, “Of course I’ll succeed, but what does it have to do with you? Lyvia’s sister is now the deputy general manager of Skyhowl. If I can successfully join Skyhowl, it’s because of Lyvia’s face, not yours!”

Jun Chester just smiled, without explaining anything.

At this time, Lyvia had already returned from the bathroom. She noticed Abbie’s hostility towards Jun Chester and curiously asked, “Is everything okay between you two?”

Jun Chester smiled, “Everything is fine.”

But Abbie discontentedly said, “How can it be fine? There’s a problem!”

Lyvia was puzzled, “What happened?”

Abbie huffed, “Your husband is flirting with me!”

Lyvia laughed, “Why would he flirt with you? He usually can’t be bothered to flirt with me.”

“…”

Abbie was left speechless.

But just at this moment, Abbie’s brow furrowed, as if something had hit her lower abdomen.

A sudden urge to urinate came rushing like a flood. Women are different from men. She couldn’t hold it in.

Abbie shivered, suddenly stood up, and rushed to the bathroom.

Lyvia stared at Abbie’s retreating figure, shouting, “Hey, Abbie, what’s wrong?”

Abbie didn’t even look back, she had already rushed into the bathroom. She was almost in tears.

If she had been a bit later, she would have become the news of the year.

Lyvia turned her gaze back, looked at Jun Chester with confusion, and asked, “What happened to Abbie?”

Jun Chester smiled, “It’s nothing, she just drank so much beer, she must be in a hurry.”

In fact, Jun Chester had just secretly flicked a peanut at Abbie’s bladder, easily breaking up her bladder stones. Otherwise, if Abbie went to the hospital for treatment, she would definitely be in pain for three days and unable to get out of bed.

Lyvia looked at Jun Chester with suspicion, “I mean, why is she so hostile towards you? You… you didn’t really flirt with her behind my back, did you?”

Jun Chester, in an unprecedented jest, said, “Do I need to hide from you when I flirt with other women?”

Lyvia bit her lower lip, her gaze towards Jun Chester full of hostility.

Jun Chester laughed, “You look so pretty when you’re angry.”

Lyvia’s plan was abruptly ruined, she glared at Jun Chester and said in a coquettish yet annoyed tone, “You’re such a pest!”

Jun Chester rubbed his hands together a few times, deliberately moved to sit next to Lyvia, and whispered, “My dear, what were you and Abbie discussing just now?”

Lyvia’s face turned a deep shade of red, as if it might bleed. She mumbled unclearly, “Nothing much, just… just chatting about women’s matters. Why are you, a man, so curious?”

Jun Chester just laughed it off, “Never mind, as long as you didn’t say anything bad about me.”

Lyvia took a deep breath, her face still flushed, and served Jun Chester a piece of fish, saying, “Eat up quickly. After we finish, we’ll head to the bar. I haven’t seen Abbie in so long, I’d actually like to chat more with her.”

Jun Chester was very pleased and said with a mischievous smile, “I want you to feed me.”

Lyvia could only stare at him in surprise.

She never expected Jun Chester to make such a demand.

Nevertheless, Lyvia carefully removed the bones from the piece of fish for Jun Chester. Using one hand to hold the chopsticks and the other to support the piece of fish, she fed it to Jun Chester.

The majority of the male customers present saw this and suddenly found their own grilled fish unappetizing. They also felt that their own girlfriends didn’t look as good anymore!

Because Lyvia was simply too beautiful! Such a woman is so precious that one would fear melting her in their hands, yet her boyfriend actually asked her to feed him fish!

Damn it!

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Before long, Abbie, who had gone to the restroom, returned.

Seeing that Jun Chester had actually taken her seat, and that Lyvia was still feeding him fish…

Abbie gritted her teeth in anger! She secretly thought, when we get to the bar, I’m definitely going to get this beast, Jun Chester, drunk and make a fool out of him!

He actually dared to show off their love in front of her!

Was he even human?

Meanwhile, at the Dynasty Bar.

Men and women were dancing in the disco, swaying with the deafening music.

This bar was the largest and most luxurious in Dirtmouth. Everyone who came here to spend money was invariably rich and didn’t care about the cost.

The bar’s entrance was full of luxury cars.

The lowest grade of them were worth millions, the likes of BMWs and Mercedes.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white sweatshirt suddenly rolled up to the entrance on a battered electric bike, catching the eyes of the many wealthy young men and women.

A flashy woman smoking a cigarette looked at the middle-aged man with scorn in her eyes, “My god, when did the standards of the Dynasty Bar drop so low? Even beggars dare to come near here!”

No sooner had she spoken than the man beside her suddenly slapped her across the face, saying fiercely, “Don’t make a spectacle of yourself here! Do you know who he is?”

The flashy woman was stunned.

But before she could react, the middle-aged man had already parked his electric bike not far away. He walked over, smoking a cigarette, with a smile on his face, giving people a warm feeling.

As he walked over, many of the customers in front of the door made way for him.

Especially the man who had just slapped his companion, looking at the middle-aged man with awe in his eyes, he stepped forward to greet him, “Mr. Johnson!”

The middle-aged man, with an unchanged smile, nodded at the man, “Here for fun?”

The man responded with a smile, “Yes, Mr. Johnson.”

Without saying anything more, Mr. Johnson walked leisurely towards the bar.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, the man’s body suddenly flew out like a kite with its string cut.

It turned out that a bald man had walked by him and, without a word, had punched him in the stomach.

Bang!

With the man falling to the ground, all the customers present couldn’t help but tense up.

Looking down from his height, the bald man glanced at the man who had been punched five meters away and said with a smile, “Next time, when you pick a bitch, pick one with eyes, not a blind dog!”

The man who was punched, far from being angry, squeezed out a smile and said, “Yes, Mr. Harris!”

The bald man known as Mr. Harris, his scalp covered in peony tattoos, entered the bar with a hearty laugh. The people outside finally breathed a sigh of relief as if they were pardoned.

The flashy woman, who had just been slapped in the face, finally reacted and quickly ran to her male companion. She asked anxiously, “Are… are you okay?”

The man’s face had turned gruesome. He glared at the woman and growled through gritted teeth, “Disappear immediately, and never show up in front of me again!” The woman’s expression drastically changed. She was completely at a loss, not understanding what was happening.

Meanwhile, the tattoo-covered Mr. Harris had caught up with a man known as Mr. Johnson, asking, “Mr. Johnson, you’re here so late, is there something going on?”

Mr. Johnson replied with a smile, “I’m here to meet someone, the young master of the Garner family in the capital.” Mr. Harris slightly paused but didn’t ask any more questions.

Suddenly, Mr. Johnson took out his phone, found a photo, and showed it to Mr. Harris. Casually, he ordered, “Find this person, incapacitate him, take him to the third one, and take one of his kidneys.” The person in the photo was none other than Jun Chester.

Mr. Harris glanced at the photo and asked with a smile, “What’s this guy’s name?”

Mr. Johnson said, “Jun Chester, don’t know where he popped out from, he actually dared to woo Mr. Simpson’s daughter! The problem is, he has even captivated Mr. Simpson’s daughter!”

Mr. Johnson’s real name was Edmund Johnson, a subordinate of Matthew Simpson. Over the years, he had been secretly helping Matthew Simpson with various tasks, from business affairs to personal troubles.

For instance, if someone dared to approach Matthew Simpson’s daughter, Sandra Simpson, and Matthew Simpson didn’t like it, he would instruct Edmund Johnson to deal with them – throwing them out of Dirtmouth at best, taking their kidney and then throwing them out at worst!

Under such circumstances, no one dared to approach Sandra Simpson for two or three years.

An hour ago, Matthew Simpson had sent a photo of Jun Chester to Edmund Johnson’s phone. However, instead of asking Edmund Johnson to incapacitate Jun Chester, he wanted him to investigate Jun Chester’s identity.

Matthew Simpson also told Edmund Johnson, “Sandra likes this Jun Chester. Make sure to handle this matter nicely.”

Who would have thought, Edmund Johnson misunderstood Matthew Simpson’s intention, thinking he wanted him to deal with Jun Chester as harshly as before!

Immediately, Mr. Harris copied the photo of Jun Chester to his own phone and said, “Don’t worry, this matter will be handled within two days.”

Edmund Johnson patted Mr. Harris on the shoulder and said with a laugh, “I appreciate your help.”

Mr. Harris then left with a smile. But, unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the bar, he bumped into Jun Chester.

At that moment, Jun Chester was accompanying Lyvia, who had her arm linked with his. As for Abbie, she was on Lyvia’s other side, whispering to Lyvia, “How about it, all the customers here are beauties, aren’t they? There are even more beauties inside, especially those waitress, many of them are wearing bunny girl outfits, um, very tempting. Make sure to watch your husband’s eyes, if he dares to look around, it means he definitely has wandering eyes!”

As soon as Abbie finished speaking, she suddenly bumped into a person. Looking up, it turned out to be a big man with a head full of peony tattoos.

Abbie quickly apologized, “Sorry, I was too focused on chatting with my friend, I didn’t notice.”

Mr. Harris looked at Abbie with a smile, then at Lyvia, and finally his gaze fell on Jun Chester. He touched his lips and asked straight to the point, “Jun Chester?”

Jun Chester was taken aback and asked back, “You are…?”

Mr. Harris didn’t answer the question and laughed, “Well, you really have some skills, not only were you able to captivate Miss Simpson, but your usual… doesn’t seem to slack off either! Especially the one beside you, she’s a real beauty!”

Jun Chester slightly frowned.

Mr. Harris didn’t change his smile and continued, “But… since you’ve come to me, it’s pretty good. It saves me the trouble of finding you. Let’s go, I’ll buy you a drink first, then I’ll take your kneecap. It’s the rule.”