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Chapter 1086: Chapter 1086 Mark Jackson
Julius Reed woke up,
It was already night.
He quickly picked up his phone.
Luckily, there were no missed calls.
That meant he hadn’t missed any important messages.
Glancing at the plain Rolex on his wrist, he realized it was already six in the evening.
The sky was darkening.
Night had begun to fall.
Danger was silently approaching.
This was the first time Julius had slept so soundly.
Fortunately, his vitality had recovered quite a bit, making him feel more energetic than he had in the morning.
Quella Radcliffe was still deep in sleep.
It looked like she might wake up by tomorrow.
Julius stretched lazily, holding his phone as he pushed open the bedroom door.
"Awake?"
Sitting on the couch, watching TV with Lillian Tompson was ’Quella Radcliffe,’ or rather, Night Fairy Gabriel Abernathy impersonating Quella Radcliffe, who greeted him with a smile.
"You looked tired, so I didn’t let them disturb you."
Gabriel stood up, took Julius’s hand, and led him to the kitchen, excitedly saying, "Honey, I saved some food for you."
Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Julius felt an illusion.
If only this were the real Quella Radcliffe, that would be great.
"Before, you didn’t really like calling me ’honey.’"
Julius sat on a chair, watching Gabriel serving food and chuckled, "Moreover, your cooking skills were poor. It’s surprising that after facing danger once, you’ve become much gentler and your culinary skills have greatly improved."
Quella Radcliffe’s cooking skills were poor because Julius had been the one cooking for the past three years.
The greatest benefit of immortality was getting so bored that one would try anything.
Doing some things more often naturally made one incredibly proficient in them subconsciously.
Surprised by his comment, Gabriel almost dropped the bowl from her hands.
"No, just having experienced life and death, I might want to cherish the time we have together more."
Blushing, Gabriel sat on the chair opposite Julius.
One ate, the other watched.
Julius looked at the Night Fairy facing him and felt an inexplicable eeriness.
"You’ve changed a lot."
He talked while eating.
"But generally, in a way I like."
"People always change, having experienced a lot, they become different."
Facing the skepticism, Gabriel responded indifferently, "At least, I think you like how I am now."
Impersonator, Thousand Faces Spirit!
Their mindset was incredibly strong!
Always walking on a tightrope where a slight slip could lead to an unmarked grave.
Moreover, the selection of Night Fairies began from childhood.
Those who successfully took over were one in ten thousand experts.
As for the other children who were trained.
They were all executed!
Secrets needed to be kept.
Taking this path meant there was no turning back.
One could either die unnoticed,
Or become the revered Thousand Faces God.
"I really like it."
After a simple dinner, Julius pulled out a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Very delicious, thank you."
The food was indeed exquisite.
As for whether there was poison in it, it didn’t matter.
Consider it a seasoning.
"Come with me now."
Not waiting for Gabriel to clean up the dishes, Julius grasped her hand.
"What are we going to do..."
Gabriel instinctively tried to pull her hand back, her face turning extremely red.
But hesitating momentarily, she did not resist.
To resist would reveal the charade.
"Let’s go."
A smile appeared on the corner of Julius’s mouth.
He led Gabriel by the hand to another bedroom.
Casually closing the door behind them.
"Ptui!"
Lillian Tompson, sitting on the sofa, spat lightly with jealousy on her face.
After the two walked into the room,
Julius Reed suddenly turned around and pushed Gabriel Abernathy against the door.
"Do you remember what you told me at the prison entrance that day?"
He whispered in Gabriel Abernathy’s ear,
He could even smell his scent.
"I..." Gabriel Abernathy’s throat moved, and his body instantly tensed up.
A dagger appeared in his left palm.
His right hand was pressed against the door.
He could already hear Julius Reed’s breathing.
The heat made Gabriel Abernathy extremely nervous.
"You said, ’Let’s have a child, lest we have regrets.’"
Julius Reed suddenly picked Gabriel Abernathy up and, without warning, threw him onto the soft, large bed.
"Are you ready now?"
After he said this, he pounced directly on top of him.
And Gabriel Abernathy, eyes tightly shut!
The dagger was also quietly taken back.
There was no intention of resisting.
"Heh."
Julius Reed chuckled lightly and took off his shirt.
When the sound of unbuttoning reached Gabriel Abernathy’s ears, she was conflicted inside.
"I killed someone this morning, there’s blood on my shirt, remember to wash it for me."
Julius Reed turned around, opened the wardrobe, and took out a brand-new shirt to change into.
"You’re allergic to perfume; don’t spray it anymore."
After saying this, he pushed the door and left.
Leaving only Gabriel Abernathy on the bed, breathing rapidly.
What did that last sentence mean?
Had she exposed herself, or not?
For the first time in her life, Gabriel Abernathy was plunged into confusion.
"Damn it!"
She gripped the bedsheets tightly, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes.
No matter what, she had to keep up the pretense.
Unless she was really discovered.
"Lillian, is it done?"
Lillian Tompson’s cherry, just placed in her mouth, got stuck in her throat before she could swallow it. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"That quick...?"
She looked at Julius Reed with a strange expression,
Confirming that he had changed his clothes.
"Bullshit!"
Julius Reed said irritably, slowly going back to Lillian’s side: "You keep an eye on these two Quella Radcliffes, don’t let them get mixed up."
"Ah?"
Lillian blinked, seemingly not understanding what he meant.
"I’m stepping out, I’ll be back later."
After saying this, Julius Reed pushed the door and left.
...
Gonzalez City.
Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
The evening hours were always pleasant yet fleeting.
In the bar downstairs, thousands of men and women mingled here.
Some were spending money to drown their sorrows, others were hunting for prey.
"When I was a kid, about six years old. At six, in the countryside, you go to school, but at that time tuition was very expensive, over a hundred. Seeing the children from the same village excitedly waiting for school to start, I went back and told my mom, ’Mom, I want to go to school too.’"
A man in a suit, with short hair and a cigarette in his mouth,
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.
"My mom was silent all night. The next day she got up early, killed the only five chickens we had, and sold them for a hundred dollars."
"That must have been really hard for you at the time, right?"
Across from the man, a girl gently comforted him: "At least you’ve made it now; it’s also a tribute to those five chickens back then."
"After starting school, the village head bought a TV. Back then, we were poor, ordinary people couldn’t afford TVs, so I would watch cartoons every day through their window. The village head’s children drove me away, calling me shameless, but I really wanted to watch."
As the man said this, tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Later, the village head’s children put a row of nails on the window. I didn’t notice and got stabbed. After hearing this, my mother brought me back home, and the next day she borrowed a TV from relatives."
"Your childhood was really tough."
The woman looked at the Rolex on the man’s wrist: "After hardship comes relief, I’m willing to listen to your story."
"Mark Jackson, stop bullshitting! Get to business!"
Just as the man’s lips were about to touch the woman’s, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.
