LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

There are two types of beautiful women.

One type is like Lyvia who, at a glance, is filled with an ethereal aura, so divine that people can only admire her from afar, unable to muster any disrespectful thoughts.

The other type is like Isa, who exudes a seductive charm that can drive any man crazy. They would wish to prostrate at her feet at any moment, kissing her toes with the utmost respect, hoping to earn her favor.

At this moment, not only were Lyvia and Abbie surprised by Isa’s behavior, but the male customers who had been paying attention to Isa, waiting for an opportunity to capture her heart, were also filled with astonishment.

Clearly, many male customers in the bar had noticed Isa for a long time, including some rich young masters who came to the Dynasty Bar specifically for her.

But none of them had expected that this exceptional woman, who only recently appeared at the Dynasty Bar, would take the initiative to approach such an ordinary man!

What’s more, this man obviously already had two female companions.

Did women like her enjoy stealing someone else’s man?

Many people felt regret and sadness for this.

However, that’s fine. Her taking the initiative to chat up such an ordinary man meant she wasn’t picky.

As long as they displayed a powerful enough identity and irresistible wealth in front of her, they believed they could easily capture her heart!

But Jun Chester’s performance in front of this woman who could drive any man crazy was disappointing. His gaze lingered on Isa’s face for a moment before he looked elsewhere.

His gaze landed on a private room on the second floor.

There, a distinguished young man named Paul Garner was chatting with a middle-aged man named Edmund Johnson.

Seeing that Jun Chester didn’t take her seriously, Isa wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she naturally drained the cocktail in her hand, gazed at Jun Chester with a bit of resentment, and said, “It seems that the master does not like Isa.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jun Chester asked indifferently, “Why are you here?”

Upon hearing this, Isa’s face lit up with a captivating smile. She spoke unhurriedly, “During the tournament, it was you who personally set up the trap, capturing many foreign leaders and elites, including your most loyal servant, Isa! I must say, you are really unromantic. A woman like me can’t move you, and you even starved me for seven whole days! I was in a dark place, starving for seven days!”

Jun Chester replied indifferently, “You’re evading my question.”

Isa stared straight at Jun Chester for a while, took a deep breath, and said, “I need to complain to you first. And, I think I have the right to do so. After the tournament, most people were still clueless. They all thought it was the head of the previous generation of the Twelve Lords of Cinder Chapel, who helped Lordran. But I deduced that the Blood Demon had already died. That day, it was you who impersonated the Blood Demon! You deceived everyone!”

Jun Chester looked at Isa and asked, “And then? What are you trying to say?”

Isa said, “What I want to express is that I can become your most loyal servant. It is my supreme honor to work for you! The reason I am here is that I have told Andrew White all the information I have. He allowed me to do any job in Lordran as long as it doesn’t harm Lordran’s interests! But don’t you think this is a waste? I can’t show my true value now!”

At this point, Isa suddenly turned to look at Lyvia and smiled, “Moreover, I just heard that this beautiful lady seems to be your wife, and she wants me to work as a maid in your house. I think I can’t resist such temptation!”

Upon hearing this, Lyvia’s expression became complicated.

Abbie was even more stunned.

From the conversation between Isa and Jun Chester, she had already caught on to some clues.

A crucial piece of information was the tournament that took place in Dirtmouth some time ago, which Jun Chester also participated in. Moreover, he played numerous global elites! Isa even mentioned Andrew White. Abby had heard of Andrew White, a renowned general stationed in the Dirtmouth army of Lordran, a man who stood above all others. Abby looked at Jun Chester in astonishment, her mind frozen. She couldn’t imagine just how significant Jun Chester’s background was!

Just then, a man in military uniform walked in from the entrance of the bar, tall and straight as a sword, followed by many fully armed elite soldiers. Everywhere he passed, there was an uproar. The vast majority present couldn’t believe it, why would military personnel suddenly come to the Dynasty Bar? Paul Garner and Edmund Johnson on the second floor also turned their gaze over.

Edmund Johnson frowned slightly, filled with doubt, not understanding why Andrew White would show up in person. But the next moment, noticing Jun Chester sitting at the bar, his frown deepened. Jun Chester? The man Mr. Simpson wanted him to deal with? When did he arrive? Thinking this, Edmund Johnson immediately stood up and said to Paul Garner across from him, “Mr. Garner, please wait a moment, I’ll go downstairs to see what’s happening.”

Paul Garner had already noticed Jun Chester, also a bit puzzled, “How did this guy show up here? Did he know my whereabouts in advance, so he came?” With these thoughts, a hint of frivolity flashed in Paul Garner’s eyes. Anyway… Since they’ve met like this, it saves him from teaching Jun Chester a lesson on behalf of Elsa Garner tomorrow. Paul Garner also stood up and followed Edmund Johnson downstairs.

By this time, Andrew White had already walked up to Jun Chester and respectfully said, “Lord Chester.” Jun Chester nodded lightly. Abby looked at the scene in front of her, her little face tightened. What did Andrew White call Jun Chester? Lord Chester? What… What’s going on?

Isa’s beautiful eyes turned to Andrew White, greeting, “Sergeant White!” Andrew White glanced at Isa but didn’t respond, instead shifting his gaze to the staircase entrance. He saw Edmund Johnson coming towards him. Edmund Johnson greeted Andrew White with a full smile on his face, walked quickly over, and asked, “Sergeant White, what can I do for you?”

Andrew White calmly said, “Come with me. And where is Andrew Harris?” Edmund Johnson was taken aback, laughed, “What’s wrong, Sergeant White? I don’t think I’ve offended you?” Andrew White couldn’t be bothered to talk nonsense with Edmund Johnson, waved to his men behind him, and said, “Take him away.” Several young men in military uniforms immediately approached Edmund Johnson.

Edmund Johnson narrowed his eyes, realizing that something was not quite right, especially Jun Chester, who was sitting at the bar. From beginning to end, he didn’t react at all, not even glancing at Andrew White or himself. Was this normal? At this moment, Paul Garner, who had been by Edmund Johnson’s side, spoke. He smiled, looked at Jun Chester, and slowly began to speak.

“Is someone like Andrew White your man? Heh, you come out for a drink after returning to Dirtmouth and want to cause some trouble to brush up your humble and pathetic existence? Are you taking your military identity too seriously? Oh, right, you’re not what you used to be, you are Lord Chester… right?”