"Shut up." Daives slapped him hard. "Thatās our little master. If you dare to mention a word again, I will kill you."
"I donāt dare, I donāt dare..." The slap loosened his teeth. "How... how did it come to this? Didnāt we kidnap him before? Arenāt we doomed then?"
"Thatās why we need to find a way to make it right, or we are truly doomed." Daives sighed, looking at the opposing box with a complex emotion in his eyes.
Someone who used to kneel and beg for mercy in front of him now had become someone he had to look up to and beg from.
"Letās go." He was initially qualified to attend the auction, although only on the first floor. But now that the master was here, without permission, he had absolutely no right to show up.
"Yes, yes!"
In the compartment, Beiate casually said, "I think Daives isnāt that bad, donāt be mad. After all, kidnapping your son didnāt cause actual harm."
The Duke abruptly stood up upon hearing that, "Go... get rid of Daives for me." How dare he kidnap his son, itās simply courting death.
"Wait, donāt get angry." Beiate quickly stopped him. "He didnāt know back then, right? Even you werenāt aware, can you really blame him?"
This comment turned the Dukeās handsome face iron-blue. Only Beiate would dare say such a thing to him in all of England.
Amber gave Beiate a reproachful look. Why does the Earl always do this? He just loves to provoke the Duke for no reason.
"I heard that my little nephew suffered a lot back then, he was even picking up trash to sell with that guy across the way!"
As soon as Beiate finished speaking, a sound of a table being slammed came from the box, "Go! Silence everyone who knew about this back then."
"Yes." Amber went out to give an order and then returned to the box.
"Can you say a little less?" the Duke said indifferently to Beiate.
"Fine, Iāll say less, Iāll say less." Beiate raised his hands in surrender.
"I have a task for you."
"Okay, tell me."
"Go invite Xu here, I want to have a talk with him."
"Alright!" Beiate leaped off with excitement, "Heās a dear friend of mine, let me tell you, back when he was in S Country..." He rambled on again, making the Dukeās brow slightly furrowed.
If it werenāt for his noble upbringing and gentlemanly demeanor, he would have already asked someone to escort Beiate out.
*****
The global art auction was scheduled to start punctually at eight, but at seven thirty-five, two people were quickly walking in the direction of the red-light district near the port.
They eventually disappeared at the end of an alley.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from a nearby bar on the left side. However, on the streets of M Country, especially in the chaotic red-light district, this was a normal occurrence. The people who were reveling wouldnāt pay attention to it. Even if they heard it, they were used to it.
In the bar box, Julian looked at the gun in his hand in horror.
He clearly fired it just now, so why didnāt he hit? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!
But before he could figure it out, someone on the other side punched him to the ground, followed by kicks, each more forceful than the last, breaking his ribs and causing multiple fractures throughout his body.
"Help..." Julian let out a painful wail, "Who... who are you? I can pay, I can buy my life. Whatever others are offering, Iāll pay double."