Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1214 - 1214 1214 What Do You Think

Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: What Do You Think? Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: What Do You Think? “Say that again!”

Bang!

Julius Reed leaned over the table with both hands, his eyes blazing coldly, staring intensely at Bright King!

Demarco Mount had only Eliezer Pine!

Recalling that Cold Nelson had once mentioned Eliezer Pine’s potential betrayal, his heart immediately tensed!

Lillian Tompson was by his side, while Grace River was investigating Isabella Warm’s whereabouts.

And Isabella Warm!

During Tyler Thomas’ sneak attack on Thunderpeak Hall, he had called Julius Reed, claiming that Isabella Warm was heading to the Ghost Market in Swimming City.

Among the four, Eliezer Pine was the least likely to betray him.

But the words of Bright King made him somewhat doubtful.

“I… I’m not lying!”

Thump!

The son of the Left Minister, the purse keeper for The North Sea’s royal court, collapsed onto his knees, trembling all over: “I swear to the heavens!”

“Where did you get this information?”

Julius Reed calmed his emotions and asked indifferently.

“My father is the Left Minister; he’s very aware of this matter. Once The North Sea is restored, the Left Minister must oversee the handover of all civil officials. But he didn’t specify which maidservant, the king of The North Sea did not mention. Oh yes…”

Bright King seemed to suddenly recall something, smacking his head hard: “Isabella Warm! Isabella Warm is the Vein Holder of Bead Pulse, she will be bringing the Divine Dragon Tripod to the royal court to meet with the king of The North Sea!”

Boom!

As soon as these words were said, the table in the private room shattered to pieces.

Bright King was so frightened that he shuddered, kneeling on the spot without knowing what to do.

“Isabella Warm is coming to Star City?”

Julius Reed fiercely shook his sleeve, and the dust dissipated instantly.

“Yes… Isabella Warm will soon bring the Divine Dragon Tripod to present to the king of The North Sea…” Bright King’s heart was pounding furiously, his face ghastly pale.

He didn’t understand why the man before him had such a stark change in emotions!

“The Ghost Market at Swimming City, the royal court of Star City.”

Julius Reed took out his mobile phone and called Tyler Thomas.

No answer.

He instantly realized.

“Isabella Warm, I hope you haven’t betrayed me. Even if you are one of the Seven Veins…”

The inability to contact Tyler Thomas meant he must have been controlled already.

And Thunderpeak Hall might be under the control of Isabella Warm.

That initial phone call, Tyler Thomas probably made it under the direction of Isabella Warm.

“Why let me know you’re from Thunderpeak Hall, and also guide me to the Ghost Market at Swimming City?” Julius Reed muttered to himself.

Was it a feigned injury ploy?

By exposing her own identity, did she hope to dispel Julius Reed’s suspicions?

Or was it to lure him to Swimming City, while Isabella Warm quietly went to meet with the king of The North Sea?

Maybe the situation wasn’t so simple.

Bead Pulse.

Unexpectedly, Isabella Warm was actually the Vein Holder of Bead Pulse.

Lurking by his side all this time…

“Do you know Ian Jorden?” Julius Reed asked calmly: “When The North Sea invaded Demarco Mount, Ian Jorden alone stood at the gate and made the forces of The North Sea flee in utter defeat.”

“I don’t know him…” Bright King shook his head: “But… I’ve heard of him. There’s nothing about Ian Jorden from The North Sea… Didn’t he die?”

“Do you want to die?”

Julius Reed suddenly crouched down, gently lifting Bright King’s chin with his hand.

“No… I don’t want to…”

Bright King shook his head frantically like a rattle-drum.

“I’m the son of the Left Minister and in control of The North Sea’s royal treasury. Rather than killing me, it would be better to use me to gain advantages…”

He kept emphasizing his identity.

Trying to make the other person hesitate to strike.

In life, what people seek is nothing more than money and power.

And The North Sea could provide both.

“No, you do.”

Crack!

Julius Reed suddenly clenched his right hand, snapping Bright King’s neck.

He let go.

Bright King’s body, with eyes wide open, slowly fell to the ground.

His pupils swiftly dilated.

If it were an ordinary person, Julius Reed might not have killed.

But Bright King was different!

With Bright King and Dominic Pendleton’s deaths, The North Sea’s finances would certainly be affected.

That way, not only could he delay The North Sea’s plans, but he could also wait for further developments.

Clang!

Julius Reed drove the Great Zhou Night Sword into the ground, right hand holding a cup of tea, drinking emotionlessly.

Bright King wouldn’t take him to The North Sea’s royal court, so he could only wait for the court to come to him.

The disappearance of the finance director, The North Sea couldn’t possibly be unanxious!

…

Nelson didn’t go looking for Julius Reed, nor did she inform him of her whereabouts.

Dawson Carmichael also kept all matters secret.

This was Julius Reed’s request.

He would rather act himself, helping Dawson Carmichael deal with troubles, instead of getting Nelson involved.

The matters of the royal court were too complex.

Although Nelson was the holy maiden of Azure Mountain, facing those old demons who once intended to overturn the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, she would definitely be at a disadvantage!

Dawson Carmichael equally didn’t wish for his daughter to encounter any accidents, hence he simply kept silent.

After packing up briefly, an oblivious Nelson hailed a cab and rushed to the Donovan Family’s suburban villa.

Finnegan Springs personally spoke up, pleading repeatedly.

Out of respect for Dawson Carmichael, she felt embarrassed to refuse.

After all, they were family.

At least, they had to appear decent on the surface.

At this time.

Within the manor!

Branley Sinclair, holding her purse, entered joyfully.

She too was a woman and couldn’t help feeling pleased in such situations.

“Wife, you’re back,” Finnegan Springs, dressed in a white suit and bow tie, smiled and greeted her.

“Hmm. Husband, where’s your surprise?”

Branley Sinclair habitually handed over her purse, looking at a large table in the courtyard, and smilingly said, “Once The North Sea is stable, let’s leave this place together.”

“How are things with Nelson at The North Sea?” Finnegan Springs’ expression darkened the moment he took the purse.

That was the work of servants!

Seemingly, Branley Sinclair had become accustomed to it.

Already used to bossing him around as if he were a servant.

“The Left Minister is planning to take someone to kill Nelson and Dawson Carmichael tomorrow!” Branley Sinclair said somewhat excitedly, “That pair of cheap mother and daughter, wait for death!”

“Hiss…” She touched the swollen spot on her face, wincing in pain.

“That’s good.”

Finnegan Springs nodded, placed the purse on a chair, and sat opposite Branley Sinclair.

The villa was very spacious.

The courtyard where they were had a good three hundred square meters.

Above the table, there was a large glass, which could be opened at any time.

When it rained, the glass would close.

On sunny days, the glass would part, as if it were not there at all.

Underneath them was a lawn.

Regularly maintained.

A crystal dining table, white chairs.

On the table, there was a cake.

Candles and red wine too.

It seemed to be a candlelit dinner.

“Do you remember this suit I’m wearing?”

Finnegan Springs clasped his hands together, propping his chin, looking affectionately at Branley Sinclair: “Guess correctly, and there’s a reward!”

“I… forgot…” Branley Sinclair’s face blushed, slightly embarrassed: “Husband, I’ve always been busy with my career, somewhat neglecting you. But soon, you’ll be able to enter The North Sea, and we’ll work there together.”

Her relationship with Finnegan Springs was entirely for money.

And power.

After achieving her goal, it seemed she never paid attention to the man before her again.

But today, what Finnegan Springs did made her feel a twinge of guilt deep inside.

“This white suit is what you gave me when we got married.”

Like magic, Finnegan Springs produced a flower in his hand.

“For you.”

He stood up, slowly walking to Branley Sinclair: “Do you like it?”