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Chapter 958: Chapter 958 Breaking out of the Cocoon and Becoming a Butterfly
"You..."
Vance Huntington was already at a loss.
In the Huntington family, Darrell Huntington was the mainstay!
He was the boss, whose word was law!
But now, even Darrell Huntington had no solution—what could he do?
"You are a member of the Huntington family—how could you turn your back on us?"
Vance Huntington shouted tremblingly.
"Sorry."
Anson Huntington didn’t offer much explanation as he approached Vance step by step.
Inside the ancestral hall, the atmosphere was oppressively somber.
"Dad..."
Vance Huntington cried out in despair, fear gripping him!
But Darrell Huntington remained silent.
To consolidate his position, Darrell had always weakened his sons’ ability to wield power.
He had even spent a great deal of effort grooming Zahir Huntington, hoping for a leapfrog succession to avoid being ousted himself.
Now that both his sons were weak and incompetent in the face of adversity, Vance Huntington could only call out for his father.
"Sigh..."
Darrell Huntington heaved a long sigh, visibly aging in the moment.
"Itai Huntington, if you want, you can end him with your own hands!"
Anson Huntington said with a playful look. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Since Julius Reed had given him such a grand gift, he didn’t mind going with the flow and returning the favor.
"No..."
Itai Huntington clutched the dagger tightly in both hands, nearly breaking down.
She couldn’t do it.
Her biological father!
No matter what Vance Huntington had done, he was still her biological father.
"Daughter, you... please beg him, beg Julius Reed to spare your father’s life. I promise I will cherish you from now on, and I will place your mother’s spirit tablet in the ancestral hall. Please... please!"
Vance Huntington grabbed Itai Huntington’s hand and pleaded incessantly, "Let your father become the Family Head, and I will give you everything the Huntington family has. Speak, please speak!"
He was anxious and terrified, his words jumbled incoherently.
But Vance Huntington knew in his heart that only Itai Huntington could save him.
"No! No!"
Itai Huntington screamed heartrendingly, "No!"
"You whore, just like your mother, go seduce him, aren’t you his mistress? Serve him well in bed; go on, ask him to spare your father just this once!"
Vance Huntington crawled on his knees to Julius Reed, begging, "Please, for her sake, just give me a chance to live."
Grovelling, pleading.
And a hint of fear.
Behind her, Itai Huntington’s hands gripped the dagger tightly.
Her eyes filled with despair.
In the end, she let out a powerless wail.
Patricide?
She couldn’t do it.
"Make it quick for him!"
Julius Reed kicked Vance Huntington away with a foot and said indifferently.
Disgusting.
Swish!
The hidden weapons box snapped shut.
Anson Huntington smiled faintly as he opened the mouth of the box.
Thud!
Vance Huntington collapsed to the sound.
Blood pooled on the floor.
"Ah..."
Splash!
Itai Huntington rushed over, repeatedly stabbing the body of Vance Huntington.
Until her strength was spent.
"Is it done?"
Julius Reed squatted down, looking at the nearly broken Itai Huntington.
"You still owe me taxi fare."
After speaking, he chuckled as he took the bloodied dagger and threw it in front of Darrell Huntington.
Clang!
The sound of the dagger hitting the ground made the Huntington family elder tremble.
"Close the doors of the ancestral hall, give the old man some dignity."
Anson Huntington gestured and the doors of the ancestral hall slowly closed.
Inside were Itai Huntington’s mother’s shattered spirit tablet, the body of Vance Huntington.
And Darrell Huntington, along with a dagger stained with fresh blood.
The very dagger that had forced Itai Huntington’s mother to commit suicide.
"The old man, overwhelmed by the sight of the object, took his own life in the ancestral hall out of excessive longing for Zahir Huntington."
Anson Huntington said coolly, "Is there anything unclear? If there is, feel free to join the old man."
"Understood!"
The Huntington family’s bodyguards were expressionless.
They had always been Anson Huntington’s people, his loyal confidants whom he had quietly groomed!
As long as their master rose to power, they wouldn’t care about the life or death of Darrell Huntington.
"Mr. Reed, please look after us in the future."
Anson Huntington put away the hidden weapons box at his waist and bowed deeply to Julius Reed.
Then, smiling at Itai Huntington, he said, "Sister, I’ll take care of the spirit tablet matters. You’re welcome to return home anytime."
Itai Huntington numbly nodded her head, as if she were in another world.
"You’re a smart person, I like smart people,"
Julius Reed smiled and nodded, "But, don’t be too smart."
Clang.
In the ancestral hall.
The dagger, dropped to the ground for the second time.
Five seconds later.
The sound of a heavy object falling echoed.
"Tomorrow, I won’t be able to attend the funeral in person, CEO Carmichael will represent me. At that time, the families of Kyoto will understand your meaning,"
After saying this, Julius Reed looked at Itai Huntington, "You haven’t settled the car fare you owe me."
"Ah..."
Itai Huntington bit her lip, not sure how to begin.
She felt she no longer had the face to meet Julius Reed...
"I’ll give..."
After searching, she realized that her bag was left behind in the ancestral hall.
"I... don’t have any money..."
"Then pay with your body,"
Julius Reed said indifferently.
Ignoring the playful look on Anson Huntington’s face and Itai Huntington’s flushed cheeks, he strode towards the door.
It was the same taxi.
Julius Reed picked up the cap from the ground and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
It was Karen’s treasure; he had to return it.
Nine hundred fifty meters!
This time, Itai Huntington walked a total of one thousand three hundred and fourteen steps!
Her face flushed, she couldn’t stop thinking about Julius Reed’s words.
Although she had been mentally prepared, being confronted with it was still somewhat hard to accept.
When had Itai Huntington ever been so intimate with a man?
She...
"Are you ready?"
Julius Reed opened the rear car door and smiled at her.
"Right here... right here?"
Itai Huntington, with her face red, pointed to the back seat.
"Yeah, where else?"
Julius Reed leaned against the car door, speaking with a playful tone.
"Okay..."
Itai Huntington swallowed, got into the back seat, and began to undress.
Her face was burning hot, so hot that it seemed it could drip water.
Even her eyes were tightly closed.
Was it... too fast?
Whoosh!
But at that moment, the car door was forcefully shut.
Her coat was also taken away.
"If you dare to make decisions behind my back again, this will be the consequence!"
Julius Reed threw the coat over the wall into the Huntington family’s courtyard and left, humming a tune.
"You..."
On the back seat, Itai Huntington was both angry and annoyed!
After mentally preparing herself, this man...
But in the end, she burst into laughter with a ’pfft’.
Her coat, which she had taken off herself, was already covered in blood.
And on the passenger seat, a clean set of clothes was laid out.
"Julius Reed, thank you..."
Itai Huntington picked up the new clothes, her gaze lingering on a painting.
The painting was placed on top of the clothes.
Transforming from a cocoon into a butterfly.
Smack!
A tear fell.
Then, it turned into a steady rain.
Kyoto.
A city where tens of millions of people lived.
On the back seat of a taxi on a street,
there was a girl crying fiercely.
She wasn’t sad, for she had been sad before.
After crying, she changed into a white dress, looking like a princess.
Beautiful and charming.
Seventy kilometers away, at Kyoto International Airport,
Julius Reed sat alone in the departure lounge with a plane ticket.
The destination, Nathaniel City.
The headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.
PS: Let’s not talk in riddles.
A new version released a fan value feature; it’s that golden coin reward, one gold coin for one fan point.
Although I can’t update as frequently as others, this fan value... could you possibly...
We can’t lose face!
(Hinting wildly).
Haha, just for fun.
Wishing everyone a happy May Day in advance, I’ve already turned down several girls’ invitations on Labour Day, planning to focus on writing.
