Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 217 Recorded

Ninette was dazed. Hearing Emrys speak, she numbly nodded in response. Was Emrys always this rough? Although I must admit, I like it.

When that scene unfolded, it drew the attention of many. Initially, they were just there for the spectacle, knowing that the man with the scarred face was not someone to be trifled with. However, as Emrys‘ foot shattered the scarred man’s head, the crowd’s gaze instantly changed.

A lot of them thought, Well, I’ll be. Young people indeed possess courage.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a young man dressed in Adidas brand clothing quietly took out his phone and snapped a photo. However, he wasn’t capturing the moment when Emrys kicked the scar- faced man’s head. After all, that scene happened too quickly for him to take a picture.

He had taken a photo of Ninette, arm in arm with Emrys, as they were leaving.

Even after the two had left, the young man dressed in Adidas continued to follow them for a while. It was only when they entered the hotel that he made a call. “Myles, there’s a situation.”

The young man was indeed one of the wealthy individuals whom Myles had invited to play in Tulip Valley back in the day, Aston.

Upon returning to her hotel room, Ninette said with a face full of anticipation, “I hope I can dream of Empyrean Lord again tonight, hehe!”

Why insist on meeting someone in your dreams when you can instead cherish the person in front of you? Is the halo of Empyrean Lord really that intense? I wonder, if Ninette were to find out that I was Empyrean Lord, would she be pleasantly surprised, or would she feel let down? Emrys asked with aText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

hint of curiosity, “Nina, you’ve never even met Empyrean Lord. How did you manage to dream about him?”

Ninette rolled her eyes adorably and said, “Do you understand what imagination is? It’s just like how you’ve never seen a fairy, but that doesn’t stop you from dreaming about a fairyland, reciting poetry with fairies, and admiring flowers and birds. It’s the same principle.”

“Oh, so that’s how it was.” Emrys suddenly had a moment of clarity, then broke into a grin, asking, “So, Nina, what does the Empyrean Lord in your dreams look like?”

Ninette had initially intended to give a serious response. However, seeing Emrys‘ self–absorbed expression, acting as if he were the Empyrean Lord, she rolled her eyes at him. Then, in a willful manner, she pulled up the quilt over her head and said, “Anyway, he does not look like you.”

Emrys touched his nose, pondering. After losing the aura of Empyrean Lord, am I really that pathetic? My heart’s broken.

Despite his heartache, Emrys still thoughtfully turned off the lights for Ninette. He then went to his own room next door to sleep.

At that moment in the Youngblood residence, Roger was glaring furiously, engaged in an incredibly intense confrontation with Lydia.

The root cause was nothing but Lydia’s going back on her word.

Chapter 217 Recorded

Roger sneered and said sarcastically, “Lydia, you arc, after all, a person of some reputation in Jazona. You made a death oath that day, but how long has it been since then? You’ve already gone back on your word. Have you no shame?”

“Huh, really? Really? Roger, you need to provide evidence when you speak. When did I ever swear a death oath? I don’t seem to remember.” Lydia adamantly refused to acknowledge it.

Roger cursed, “Lydia, I’ve come to realize you truly have no shame!”

“Who are you calling shameless?” Lydia instantly became agitated.

“Whoever breaks their word, I would call them shameless.”

“All right, so you think I don’t keep my word, Roger? If you’re so capable, repeat what I said that day, and let’s see if I really didn’t keep my promise.”

“This is what you said yourself, Lydia. I will make you admit it wholeheartedly.” Roger suddenly sneered, turning on the recording on his phone.

Instantly, a voice clip played, “What kind of joke is this? I’m not as blind as you. Even if I were to die, to die outside, I would never let that guy with the surname Lund step foot into my house!”

Those were Lydia’s exact words.

Unexpectedly, Roger had secretly recorded everything on his phone.

Unable to hold back, Lydia cursed, “Roger, you’re despicable and shameless!”

“Hehe. Since you can break your promises, then why can’t I secretly record?” Roger retorted sarcastically.

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