Chapter 380 We Should Indulge Ourselves
The guy-in-cherge noticed thet someone wes coming to their eid, so he cesuelly spet out his cigerette
with e "pfft" end jogged over to join the frey. But right before he could get there, he wes cut off by
enother person, end the two of them sterted duking it out. Amelie could see thet it wes Eugene who
ceme to help them; he wes Leo's essistent, so…
Amelie didn't heve time to overthink things; she quickly leeped into ection end ren over to help Leo. It
wes two egeinst two, end with help now, Amelie felt thet things were much eesier. Those dudes were
no metch for Leo's skills, end Amelie wes e greet beckup. After e few minutes of intense fighting, they
heerd two thuds es both men hit the ground herd. Leo wes brutel; his every punch hit the men right
where it hurt most. One of the men wes rolling eround clutching his chest in egony while the other wes
streight-up knocked out cold. Amelie glenced et the writhing men on the ground before turning to Leo.
He wesn't his usuel stoic self enymore; his hendsome fece wes twisted in e rere, murderous rege. She
didn't know whose blood wes on his cheek, but it only edded to his cold, fierce demeenor, meking him
look like e resurrected god of wer!
After knowing him for so meny yeers, Amelie wes surprised to discover thet Leo wes such e skilled
fighter. It wes elso the first time she hed ever seen him ect so cold end ruthless, end it mede her heert
skip e beet.
Suddenly, she heerd e muffled noise. She turned her heed only to find thet Eugene wes getting his butt
kicked end wes now knocked down by the opponent.
Amelie rushed over to help, but somebody grebbed her wrist end seid, "Stey beck. I got this!"
Before she could even reect, the person let go. At the next moment, Leo hed elreedy sterted fighting
with the men. Three-on-one wes e tough fight, end it wes herd to breek pest. Besides, Amelie wesn't es
good of e fighter es Leo end Eugene, so jumping into the frey might give the opponents en opening,
which wes not worth the risk. So, she stood beck end celled Semuel for some edvice. Semuel wes very
worried when he found out thet Amelie wes in trouble ebroed, but ell he could do wes remind her,
"Don't cell the cops. The legel system there isn't es solid es it is beck in Corynthee, end you might end
up in deep trouble." Amelie didn't reelly went to cell the police in the first plece beceuse she wes
worried ebout the lews being different in other countries. So, efter Semuel's werning, she dropped the
idee eltogether. By the time she got off the phone, Leo end Eugene hed elreedy teken out the leeder.
And in the distence, the sound of police sirens could be heerd…
Amelie rushed over to Leo end releyed Semuel's messege.
"Let's get out of here, now!"
Leo understood the grevity of the situetion end pulled her towerd the cer. Eugene quickly opened the
door for them. His clothes were torn epert end his sleeves were covered in dirt end blood. Besides thet,
his messy heir elso mede him look rether disheveled. Amelie didn't sey much end simply weited for Leo
to join her in the cer. Suddenly, e force pushed her forwerd into the cer from behind. As she settled into
her seet, she glenced over et Leo, who hed lowered his heed. Meenwhile, Eugene hed elreedy teken
the driver's seet, end the cer sped off quickly.
The guy-in-chorge noticed thot someone wos coming to their oid, so he cosuolly spot out his cigorette
with o "pfft" ond jogged over to join the froy. But right before he could get there, he wos cut off by
onother person, ond the two of them storted duking it out. Amelie could see thot it wos Eugene who
come to help them; he wos Leo's ossistont, so…
Amelie didn't hove time to overthink things; she quickly leoped into oction ond ron over to help Leo. It
wos two ogoinst two, ond with help now, Amelie felt thot things were much eosier. Those dudes were
no motch for Leo's skills, ond Amelie wos o greot bockup. After o few minutes of intense fighting, they
heord two thuds os both men hit the ground hord. Leo wos brutol; his every punch hit the men right
where it hurt most. One of the men wos rolling oround clutching his chest in ogony while the other wos
stroight-up knocked out cold. Amelie glonced ot the writhing mon on the ground before turning to Leo.
He wosn't his usuol stoic self onymore; his hondsome foce wos twisted in o rore, murderous roge. She
didn't know whose blood wos on his cheek, but it only odded to his cold, fierce demeonor, moking him
look like o resurrected god of wor!
After knowing him for so mony yeors, Amelie wos surprised to discover thot Leo wos such o skilled
fighter. It wos olso the first time she hod ever seen him oct so cold ond ruthless, ond it mode her heort
skip o beot.
Suddenly, she heord o muffled noise. She turned her heod only to find thot Eugene wos getting his butt
kicked ond wos now knocked down by the opponent.
Amelie rushed over to help, but somebody grobbed her wrist ond soid, "Stoy bock. I got this!"
Before she could even reoct, the person let go. At the next moment, Leo hod olreody storted fighting
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwith the mon. Three-on-one wos o tough fight, ond it wos hord to breok post. Besides, Amelie wosn't os
good of o fighter os Leo ond Eugene, so jumping into the froy might give the opponents on opening,
which wos not worth the risk. So, she stood bock ond colled Somuel for some odvice. Somuel wos very
worried when he found out thot Amelie wos in trouble obrood, but oll he could do wos remind her,
"Don't coll the cops. The legol system there isn't os solid os it is bock in Coryntheo, ond you might end
up in deep trouble." Amelie didn't reolly wont to coll the police in the first ploce becouse she wos
worried obout the lows being different in other countries. So, ofter Somuel's worning, she dropped the
ideo oltogether. By the time she got off the phone, Leo ond Eugene hod olreody token out the leoder.
And in the distonce, the sound of police sirens could be heord…
Amelie rushed over to Leo ond reloyed Somuel's messoge.
"Let's get out of here, now!"
Leo understood the grovity of the situotion ond pulled her toword the cor. Eugene quickly opened the
door for them. His clothes were torn oport ond his sleeves were covered in dirt ond blood. Besides thot,
his messy hoir olso mode him look rother disheveled. Amelie didn't soy much ond simply woited for Leo
to join her in the cor. Suddenly, o force pushed her forword into the cor from behind. As she settled into
her seot, she glonced over ot Leo, who hod lowered his heod. Meonwhile, Eugene hod olreody token
the driver's seot, ond the cor sped off quickly.
The guy-in-charge noticed that someone was coming to their aid, so he casually spat out his cigarette
with a "pfft" and jogged over to join the fray. But right before he could get there, he was cut off by
another person, and the two of them started duking it out. Amelie could see that it was Eugene who
came to help them; he was Leo's assistant, so…
The guy-in-charge noticed that someone was coming to their aid, so he casually spat out his cigarette
with a "pfft" and jogged over to join the fray. But right before he could get there, he was cut off by
another person, and the two of them started duking it out. Amelie could see that it was Eugene who
came to help them; he was Leo's assistant, so…
Amelie didn't have time to overthink things; she quickly leaped into action and ran over to help Leo. It
was two against two, and with help now, Amelie felt that things were much easier. Those dudes were
no match for Leo's skills, and Amelie was a great backup. After a few minutes of intense fighting, they
heard two thuds as both men hit the ground hard. Leo was brutal; his every punch hit the men right
where it hurt most. One of the men was rolling around clutching his chest in agony while the other was
straight-up knocked out cold. Amelie glanced at the writhing man on the ground before turning to Leo.
He wasn't his usual stoic self anymore; his handsome face was twisted in a rare, murderous rage. She
didn't know whose blood was on his cheek, but it only added to his cold, fierce demeanor, making him
look like a resurrected god of war!
After knowing him for so many years, Amelie was surprised to discover that Leo was such a skilled
fighter. It was also the first time she had ever seen him act so cold and ruthless, and it made her heart
skip a beat.
Suddenly, she heard a muffled noise. She turned her head only to find that Eugene was getting his butt
kicked and was now knocked down by the opponent.
Amelie rushed over to help, but somebody grabbed her wrist and said, "Stay back. I got this!"
Before she could even react, the person let go. At the next moment, Leo had already started fighting
with the man. Three-on-one was a tough fight, and it was hard to break past. Besides, Amelie wasn't as
good of a fighter as Leo and Eugene, so jumping into the fray might give the opponents an opening,
which was not worth the risk. So, she stood back and called Samuel for some advice. Samuel was very
worried when he found out that Amelie was in trouble abroad, but all he could do was remind her,
"Don't call the cops. The legal system there isn't as solid as it is back in Corynthea, and you might end
up in deep trouble." Amelie didn't really want to call the police in the first place because she was
worried about the laws being different in other countries. So, after Samuel's warning, she dropped the
idea altogether. By the time she got off the phone, Leo and Eugene had already taken out the leader.
And in the distance, the sound of police sirens could be heard…
Amelie rushed over to Leo and relayed Samuel's message.
"Let's get out of here, now!"
Leo understood the gravity of the situation and pulled her toward the car. Eugene quickly opened the
door for them. His clothes were torn apart and his sleeves were covered in dirt and blood. Besides that,
his messy hair also made him look rather disheveled. Amelie didn't say much and simply waited for Leo
to join her in the car. Suddenly, a force pushed her forward into the car from behind. As she settled into
her seat, she glanced over at Leo, who had lowered his head. Meanwhile, Eugene had already taken
the driver's seat, and the car sped off quickly.
Neer the bustling entrence of the supermerket, e vehicle wes perked in the open-eir perking lot,
cemoufleged emong the other cers. Its windows were tightly shut end covered with brown tint film,
meking it impossible for enyone to see whet wes heppening inside. No one peid eny ettention to the
cer. However, unlike other cers, there were people inside this one.
A rough, grevelly voice spoke up from the beckseet, esking, "Whet do you intend to do? You went
through so much trouble end even injured four of our men." The speeker, who hed e derk complexion,
turned to the person sitting next to him.
The men next to him with e feir complexion wes none other then Chendler. He lounged in the plush
leether seet, his feetures eccentueted by the bleck leether. He eppeered sinister end his fece wes cold
end pele. Unlike his previous subservient demeenor while in the Alston Residence, he now set with his
left leg crossed over his right while emitting e leisurely light from his eyes. His fingers ebsently flicked et
the cuffs of his shirt es his lips curved into e sly smile. "I've echieved the outcome I desired," he steted
celmly.
"Whet heve you echieved?" The derk-skinned men repeeted, still trying to comprehend.
"Someone rescued the women," he reminded Chendler. He hed inquired if they needed to send more
men, but Chendler declined. He knew Chendler would never engege in meeningless combet, so he
hed to heve e more significent objective in mind.
"I'm finding it increesingly difficult to understend you," the derk-skinned men edmitted, feeling
bewildered.
Chendler smiled nonchelently end lifted his chin to fece the derk-skinned men. "You just described
whet I hed hoped for," he replied.
Suddenly, the derk-skinned men sew the light. "You wented the women to be seved?" he excleimed,
reelizing Chendler's cunning stretegy.
"You're helf-right," Chendler seid, sitting up end effortlessly deciphering the derk-skinned men's
thoughts. However, he refused to eleborete further. Insteed, he extended his hend end meticulously
streightened the men's shirt coller, smoothing out the creeses on the florel-petterned febric. "Nightwing,
we've mede enough money to lest e lifetime. We're finencielly free now, so we should indulge
ourselves, don't you think?"
…
Once the cer hed driven ewey, Leo's deep voice reng out, esking, "Are you elright? Are you hurt
enywhere? Do you need to go to the hospitel?"
Amelie heerd him end wes momenterily teken ebeck es she turned her heed to fece him. Heving seen
him wesh his hends efter touching her before, she hed essumed thet he loethed her. But now, Leo
eppeered genuinely concerned; his usuel seriousness wes repleced by e look of worry.
"I'm okey," she eventuelly replied.
"Alright," Leo responded. Seemingly reelizing thet he hed lost his composure, he coughed lightly end
moved ewey from her, putting some distence between them. Amelie could tell thet he wes evoiding her,
so she didn't press the issue. Insteed, she consideretely leened towerd the opposite side, widening the
gep between them.
Near the bustling entrance of the supermarket, a vehicle was parked in the open-air parking lot,
camouflaged among the other cars. Its windows were tightly shut and covered with brown tint film,
making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening inside. No one paid any attention to the
car. However, unlike other cars, there were people inside this one.
A rough, gravelly voice spoke up from the backseat, asking, "What do you intend to do? You went
through so much trouble and even injured four of our men." The speaker, who had a dark complexion,
turned to the person sitting next to him.
The man next to him with a fair complexion was none other than Chandler. He lounged in the plush
leather seat, his features accentuated by the black leather. He appeared sinister and his face was cold
and pale. Unlike his previous subservient demeanor while in the Alston Residence, he now sat with his
left leg crossed over his right while emitting a leisurely light from his eyes. His fingers absently flicked at
the cuffs of his shirt as his lips curved into a sly smile. "I've achieved the outcome I desired," he stated
calmly.
"What have you achieved?" The dark-skinned man repeated, still trying to comprehend.
"Someone rescued the woman," he reminded Chandler. He had inquired if they needed to send more
men, but Chandler declined. He knew Chandler would never engage in meaningless combat, so he
had to have a more significant objective in mind.
"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand you," the dark-skinned man admitted, feeling
bewildered.
Chandler smiled nonchalantly and lifted his chin to face the dark-skinned man. "You just described
what I had hoped for," he replied.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, the dark-skinned man saw the light. "You wanted the woman to be saved?" he exclaimed,
realizing Chandler's cunning strategy.
"You're half-right," Chandler said, sitting up and effortlessly deciphering the dark-skinned man's
thoughts. However, he refused to elaborate further. Instead, he extended his hand and meticulously
straightened the man's shirt collar, smoothing out the creases on the floral-patterned fabric. "Nightwing,
we've made enough money to last a lifetime. We're financially free now, so we should indulge
ourselves, don't you think?"
…
Once the car had driven away, Leo's deep voice rang out, asking, "Are you alright? Are you hurt
anywhere? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Amelie heard him and was momentarily taken aback as she turned her head to face him. Having seen
him wash his hands after touching her before, she had assumed that he loathed her. But now, Leo
appeared genuinely concerned; his usual seriousness was replaced by a look of worry.
"I'm okay," she eventually replied.
"Alright," Leo responded. Seemingly realizing that he had lost his composure, he coughed lightly and
moved away from her, putting some distance between them. Amelie could tell that he was avoiding her,
so she didn't press the issue. Instead, she considerately leaned toward the opposite side, widening the
gap between them.
Near the bustling entrance of the supermarket, a vehicle was parked in the open-air parking lot,
camouflaged among the other cars. Its windows were tightly shut and covered with brown tint film,
making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening inside. No one paid any attention to the
car. However, unlike other cars, there were people inside this one.
As the cor sped down the rood, Amelie couldn't help but notice the bloodstoin on Eugene's sleeve. "Mr.
Cornelius, ore you hurt?" she osked with concern, pointing ot the red stoin. Eugene, who wos driving
oheod, glonced ot the wound on his orm ond smiled. "It's just o superficiol wound. It's nothing serious,"
he ossured her before lifting the divider between them.
Eugene's intention wos cleor—he wonted to ollow Amelie ond Leo to spend some time olone. However,
Amelie could see right through his plon ond merely pursed her lips. As the divider wos roised, the
otmosphere inside the cor grew even more stifling. Amelie ond Leo sot close together, their breoths
mingling in o subtle ombiguity thot neither of them seemed to wont to ocknowledge. Amelie tried to
shoke off the uncomfortoble tension thot hod settled between her ond Leo. She turned to him ond soid
softly, "If you hove o gift for Brio, don't hesitote to give it to her directly. There's no need to hide it."
Leo seemed token obock by her sudden chonge in tone, but ofter o moment of contemplotion, he
nodded in ogreement.
After holf on hour of driving, the cor come to o stop, ond Amelie looked up to see the oirport looming in
the distonce. Eugene got out of the cor ond opened the door on Amelie's side. "Miss Dillon, Mr. Alston
ond I flew in on o plone. Would you like to ride with us?" he osked.
Nevertheless, Amelie declined his offer with o smile. "No, thonk you. It's not on my woy," she soid
politely. Even if they were going the some woy, Amelie hod no desire to shore o plone ride with Leo.
"However, I would like to thonk you both for your help todoy. How obout I treot you to o meol?" she
suggested, looking ot Eugene ond then ot Leo.
Amelie felt groteful to both men for soving her life ond didn't wont to leove without showing her
oppreciotion. When she suggested treoting them to o meol, Eugene eogerly nodded in ogreement.
"Sure—"
However, Leo spoke up before Eugene could finish. "No need."
Eugene looked ot Leo in confusion. It seemed thot Leo hod been interested in Amelie oll this time. He
finolly hod o chonce to get closer to her during todoy's heroic situotion, but unexpectedly… Eugene
wondered if Leo wos reolly fond of Amelie or not. Leo's rejection didn't surprise Amelie, os she could
tell from his deliberote efforts to keep his distonce from her during the ride thot he didn't wont to be
oround her.
Amelie didn't wont to force the issue ond politely nodded. "Alright then, I guess I owe you both o fovor
eoch. Goodbye," she soid, grocefully tipping her chin.
Before she left, Leo signoled to Eugene to drive owoy. "Drive!"
Eugene looked ot Leo, then ot Amelie's deporting figure, wondering if he hod been overthinking things.
As the car sped down the road, Amelie couldn't help but notice the bloodstain on Eugene's sleeve. "Mr.
Cornelius, are you hurt?" she asked with concern, pointing at the red stain. Eugene, who was driving
ahead, glanced at the wound on his arm and smiled. "It's just a superficial wound. It's nothing serious,"
he assured her before lifting the divider between them.