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Chapter 892: Chapter 892 Going Out
Julius Reed’s acceptance of the martial arts association vice chairman’s challenge spread throughout the world overnight.
Even Amadeus Fairbanks from Wilson Pavilion personally made a call to inquire about it.
The people from Seven Clouds Academy almost killed their way to Southern City, luckily Julius Reed managed to stop them in time.
If someone is delivering themselves to death, why not sit at home and wait?
Waiting for the other party to stick their head out?
Early morning.
There was a thin layer of snow on the ground.
Quella Radcliffe, being from the south, naturally felt a sense of bliss upon seeing snow.
And for Nelson, it was her first time seeing snow!
Azure Mountain, though its name sounds strikingly cool, is actually located on the equator.
Unbearably hot.
The beauty and hope in the name "Azure" were more a kind of beautiful longing and anticipation.
Just like how those who claim to be handsome are not, and those who claim to be beauties are unloved.
Azure Mountain, the temperature is very high.
High enough that Nelson, after coming out, didn’t want to go back.
Snowing is better after all.
Quella Radcliffe squatted on the ground, drawing on the thin layer of snow with her finger.
Bamboo Whitaker was running non-stop in the yard.
Nelson lay rolling in the snow, as excited as a child.
Itai Huntington leaned on the doorway, dressed in a long gown and wrapped in a red scarf.
Quietly watching the others play recklessly.
The corners of her mouth revealed a faint smile.
What a beautiful scene.
If it hadn’t been for Julius Reed, who tossed a piece of orange peel from upstairs, hitting Itai Huntington right on the head.
Undoubtedly, the picture would have been even better.
"Julius Reed!"
Itai Huntington frowned, a look of hatred on her face as she took the orange peel off her head and lifted it high.
"Sorry, I didn’t expect there to be someone downstairs."
Julius Reed looked down and only then realized Itai Huntington was looking up at him indignantly.
He had just woken up, seen three people playing in the snow, and opened the window to eat an orange while leaning on the windowsill.
How could he have known that the orange peel would fall right on Itai Huntington’s head below?
"Just one apology and it’s over?"
Itai Huntington looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "I heard, I’ve become someone’s mistress?"
"Cough! Cough!"
On the snowy ground, Quella Radcliffe coughed a few times.
"That was... that was to help you vent your anger."
Julius Reed’s hand shook, and another half of an orange fell on Itai Huntington’s head.
"You..."
Itai Huntington trembled as she took the orange off her head.
Her carefully styled hair, now dirtied again!
"Today I will take you out for a meal, is there anywhere you want to go?"
Julius Reed quickly changed the subject.
"Yes!"
Nelson was the first to stand up, shouting excitedly.
"Servants don’t have a say, you stay here and watch the house today."
Julius Reed snorted lightly.
Little guy, if I can’t handle Quella Radcliffe, can’t I handle you?
Whoosh!
The next moment.
A snowball whizzed out, hurtling towards the upper floors!
Crack!
The window on the third floor of the house was instantly shattered.
Quiet.
On the snowy ground, there was silence.
The three women stared agape at the third-floor glass, then turned to look at Nelson.
A bit stunned.
"That Beckett Carmichael actually scrimped on my window! Wait until I settle things with him later!"
Julius Reed justified himself, "Look at this, what quality is this, made of paper?"
Before he finished talking.
Whoosh!
The second snowball attacked again!
Crack!
The whole window was smashed to pieces.
Downstairs.
Bamboo Whitaker was dumbfounded.
Quella Radcliffe seemed to have a thought.
Itai Huntington watched with amusement.
Nelson was squatting on the ground, clenching a third snowball.
Then, she stood up.
Julius Reed broke out in a cold sweat.
This woman, really doesn’t consider the time, occasion, or even the place!
What’s she up to now?
"Although you are a servant, but as a conscientious employer, I don’t feel right leaving you at home."
Julius Reed said awkwardly, "How about this, I’ll take you out to see the world, show you how servants in big households operate! If they acted like you, throwing snowballs at people willy-nilly, they’d have been sacked long ago!"
If this keeps up, whether we can keep this little Western-style building is up for debate.
"Thank you, Master."
Nelson bowed deeply with grace and a smile on her face, "Master, I just wanted you to taste the flavor of the snow."
"..."
Julius Reed was speechlessly choked up.
Women, truly troublesome!
"Starting today, you’ll be serving four people. Come upstairs, I have some things to explain to you."
He said seriously.
Downstairs, his own wife was there!
He had to persuade Nelson to be more restrained.
"Alright, Master."
Nelson walked into the mansion with a slight smile, the epitome of ladylike composure.
After she left, Itai Huntington spread his hands and looked at Quella Radcliffe, "Something’s off!"
"No matter."
Quella Radcliffe felt somewhat uneasy, but to be honest, she quite liked Nelson.
She might seem careless, but she was straightforward.
A genuinely decent person.
If Julius Reed had not been drugged, he would certainly have agreed with Quella Radcliffe’s opinion.
After all, his comment about this saintess of Azure Mountain back in the day was "all brawn, no brains."
Now, he’s the one who’s fallen into the ditch.
And it’s the first time he’s been slapped in the face.
"Husband, what did you want to see me for?"
After she opened the door, Nelson was like a different person.
"Behave yourself!"
Julius Reed frowned slightly.
At the same time, he leaned back a bit, "My wife is downstairs, watch yourself! From now on, as long as my wife is present, our relationship is strictly that of master and servant. You shall not overstep!"
"What if she’s not around?"
Nelson blinked her eyes, shyly asking, "Is it then that..."
"If she’s not around, you’re still a servant! Otherwise, roll back to Azure Mountain!"
Julius Reed raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Azure Mountain is a nice place, go back to being your sanctimonious saintess!"
"Julius Reed!"
Whoosh!
Nelson went straight for him with her hands!
People from Azure Mountain, if they can avoid talking, they do—never say more than they need to!
Fists are the most concrete form of truth. no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
Boom!
Julius Reed completely caught off guard—he had never imagined this woman would suddenly strike!
Nelson, however, gathered all her strength for this hefty punch!
Crack!
Behind Julius Reed, the glass window shattered, and he was flung backwards!
Mid-air, he quickly adjusted himself and landed steadily on his feet.
"Husband, you..."
Quella Radcliffe watched, eyes wide, as Julius Reed came tumbling down.
Although she knew her husband should be fine, it was still startling.
"What is this act about?"
Itai Huntington seemed to guess something and leaned against the door, smirking.
"I’m just heading down the stairs, that’s all."
Julius Reed scratched his head awkwardly, chuckling, "As someone of my status, can I take the stairs? That would be so undignified!"
What else could he say that he was thrown down?
Sigh.
Julius Reed heaved a long sigh inwardly.
"Brother Davenport, where are you off to wander?"
Bamboo Whitaker asked with rosy cheeks, standing on the thin snow.
"Where I’m going is none of your business, you stay home and watch the house!"
Julius Reed replied irritably.
Already in a bad mood, there were always questions.
"Oh!"
Bamboo Whitaker nodded, "That’s fine, I’ll stay and watch the house. If the heartless scoundrel who only paid Nelson three hundred bucks shows up, I’ll be sure to tell Quella Radcliffe and Itai Huntington so they can help Nelson get even."
"You’re right! If that jerk really shows up, I’m not comfortable leaving you here. How about this, let’s all dress up a bit festively today, I’ll take you out for some fun."
Julius Reed’s eyes narrowed as an orange seed mysteriously appeared in his hand.
"Awesome!"
Bamboo Whitaker giggled and ran wildly on the snowy ground.
Swish!
The orange seed shot out!
Plunk!
Bamboo Whitaker fell face-first onto the ground, a perfect faceplant.
