Chapter 450 Observe And React
On it, the Yund family would develop the most expensive residential area ever built in Pollerton. The price of a single unit there would start at an insane price of four hundred thousand per square meter, exceeding that of Pollerton Estates.
After some consideration, he traveled to Pollerton Estates in the hope of being able to see Jennifer. During that period, a number of people had been updating him about Jennifer’s situation.
In spite of that, something made him instinctively avoidant of her. It was as though there was something residual in his memory that was bringing about that sense of aversion.
Under the illumination of the street lights, he saw Jennifer standing outside the residential estate. With her was one other who he also recognized, and it was Tyrone.
His memories churned, causing his gaze to grow increasingly frosty.
My sworn enemy from the Campbell clan!
When Jennifer and Tyrone stood facing each other, Tyrone’s smile was genial. It was as though he had never been that happy before.
Still, his countenance remained pallid. Slow at times and rapid during others, the latter’s heart rate was wildly erratic, with the supply of blood lacking on occasions. With his keen eyes, Donald was able to determine at a glance that the former had at most two years left to live.
The pair of Jennifer and Tyrone spoke for a while before the latter turned to leave. Hidden in the darkness, were seven to eight men in black watching over the latter protectively like spirits.
Gazing out in the direction where Tyrone exited, Jennifer let out a sigh before she turned back toward Pollerton Estates.
Then, she froze in her tracks, for she had spotted a familiar face and silhouette standing under the street lights and staring at her.
Trembling with eyes widened, she evoked a look of disbelief. Even her voice quivered. “Donald?”
Shortly after, her vision blurred, and everything faded.
She quickly ran over and searched all around her. Yet, everything was still, and there was nothing to be found.
Squatting down and hugging her legs, tears started to well up in her eyes.
An illusion. It was only my own imagination…
Reflecting on it, it had been almost a year since Donald vanished from her life.
Meanwhile, Donald’s eyes remained transfixed upon Jennifer in the cover of darkness. While his memory mended, his frigid eyes gradually thawed.
Should I go to her? Perhaps I should just wait, just to observe how she responds.
Donald decided that he would not stand in her way if she was adamant about getting engaged to Tyrone. Perhaps then, he might even decline to show himself before her again.
Should she prove herself unwilling, however, he would risk everything on the day of her engagement in order to take her away.
At that moment, Jennifer felt only a gust of wind breeze past her before all around her had reverted to a state of tranquility.
When Tyrone just stepped outside the residential area and onto the main street when he prepared to get in his car, all seven to eight of his bodyguards showed themselves. It was as though a threat was imminent.
Alighting from the car and scrutinizing the area around him in earnest, Xylus found that his evaluation glasses had turned a full shade of red, with the readings on its power level meter going off the charts.
Following that, he cast his gaze toward a spot some three hundred meters out. There, a man with wild hair stood, staring back at him. Owing to the distance between them, Tyrone and Xylus were unable to make out the man’s features. They were, however, able to recognize him by his profile.
Crabface!
“We have to go, Mr. Campbell!” cried an agitated Xylus.
Tyrone, too, was looking out into the distance. His gaze had seemingly set itself on a collision course with that of his counterpart.
“It’s Crabface!” One of his men looked especially somber, with beads of sweat already percolated off his forehead.
The martial practice of that particular individual enabled him to sense the flow of energy. Hence, he was able to easily detect the terrifying energy that coursed through Crabface’s body.
Once unleashed, that energy could be capable of unimaginable levels of destruction.
That aside, he had also detected in his counterpart a surge of hostility, which was the actual source of his own dread.
Crabface was regarding Tyrone with hostile intent!
“The scent of blood is in the air. He does not come in peace!” that guard declared.
Somewhat shaken up, Tyrone got into the car.
But when he cast his eyes out into the distance, Crabface had already disappeared.
After some consideration, Tyrone produced his token and handed it over to that guard. “Take this back to the Campbell clan, and ask Quentin to come to Pollerton to protect me!”
