Chapter 740: Chapter 740: I am Doing Much Better than You
“Come with me,” Charles Mcintosh cast her a glance.
He was taller, looking down on her, exuding a dominance that surpassed hers.
Lilac Serval normally had a strong presence but next to Charles McIntosh, she seemed somewhat diminished.
Almost without hesitation, Lilac Serval agreed.
Charles Mcintosh walked ahead and Lilac Serval followed behind.
At the door, Charles McIntosh seemed ready to continue walking, but Lilac Serval remained unmoving, her arms folded as she leaned against the door, an eyebrow raised in his direction.
Outside was colder than inside, the northern wind was fierce.
“Brother McIntosh, if you have something to say, just say it. I still need to go in and have a drink,” Lilac Serval’s expression was indifferent.
The dim light illuminated her face ambiguously, her eyes murky and unfathomable.
Charles McIntosh halted and gazed at her.
“Who taught you to drink and smoke? Huh?” Charles McIntosh’s eyes narrowed, a shattered chill lurking within them.
“I taught myself. What, is it difficult? If I can survive in the fighting arena, what’s so challenging about learning to smoke and drink?” Lilac Serval responded disdainfully.
“You’re joking, right, Brother McIntosh?” Lilac Serval maintained her expressionless facade.
Charles McIntosh’s gaze was locked on her face.
How much she had changed in the five years he hadn’t seen her.
Heavy makeup, smoking, drinking, frequenting bars, flirting with men.
She really had… done it all.
The Lilac Serval of five years ago was a far cry from the woman standing before him now.
Back then, she was pure and straightforward, a natural beauty, her large eyes always full of beguiling innocence, hope, and sincerity.
If it weren’t for her facial features and name remaining the same, he wouldn’t have recognized her.
She was nothing like the Lilac Serval he used to know.
“Lilac Serval, living a hard life?” Charles McIntosh turned his gaze towards her.
“If I was living a rough life, could I afford to splash out at the bar? Brother McIntosh, I’m doing much better than you,” Lilac Serval replied emotionlessly, “Moreover, I have plenty of time and freedom.”
“Are you still in Lonton?”
Charles McIntosh moved his lips, wanting to ask something else but not knowing how to start.
Lilac Serval, on the other hand, was nonchalant.
“Brother McIntosh, do you need anything else? If not, I’m going back inside. It’s too cold out here; I might catch a cold.”
Something irritated Charles McIntosh, and he strode forward abruptly.
He grabbed Lilac Serval’s wrist and dragged her towards the parking lot.
Lilac Serval’s expression darkened before her other hand shot out to aim for Charles McIntosh’s elbow, attempting to break free.
Charles McIntosh, however, was prepared. He evaded her move, his grip on her wrist tightening.
Unwilling to give up, Lilac Serval’s knee shot out, aiming for his abdomen.
However, every move she made was effortlessly countered by Charles McIntosh.
“The tricks you use on others won’t work on me,” Charles McIntosh said calmly, his expression unflappable, his breathing steady, “Don’t forget who taught you these moves.”
Lilac Serval’s color changed.
For a moment, her face turned as white as paper.
Charles McIntosh led her to his car, opened the door, and shoved her into the passenger seat.
Lilac Serval propped a leg against the door, her gaze sharp: “Let me out!”
“I won’t let you go back to the bar. You have to follow my rules in Landon,” Charles McIntosh stated firmly, slamming the car door!
“Brother McIntosh, five years have passed, and you haven’t changed a bit.” A mocking smile touched the corners of Lilac Serval’s lips.
Charles McIntosh settled into the driver’s seat, bringing him very close to her.
Close enough to smell her perfume and hear her slightly erratic breathing.
“So I listened to you five years ago and I have to listen to you again now, is that it?” Lilac Serval turned her head to confront him.
Charles McIntosh’s deep eyes shone with a faint light, radiating an icy chill.