NOVPUBChapter 1313: 600 anyway_2 Chapter 1313: 600 anyway_2 “Grandmother, do we have guests?” A somewhat arrogant woman sauntered into the dining room, clad in designer labels and sparkling with jewels.
Granny Drake put her chopsticks down, her face serious, “How do you manage the household, when such a major incident has happened at home and you only show up now.”
The woman pursed her lips: “Grandmother, you are the official head of the Drake household, not me.
I’m young, what could I possibly manage?
I’d rather not cause you any trouble.”
Her mocking tone angered those who listened, without a hint of respect in her voice.
Edward furrowed his brows, looking at the woman across the dining table.
Jobelle Callum took this opportunity to fully take in the man’s features, raising her eyebrows in surprise.
He was so handsome, handsome and young, with an elegant cold demeanor that intrigued her.
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However, there was something familiar about his face.
“Our guest looks so familiar, have we met somewhere before?”
Granny Drake snorted coldly: “You, now, go and bring Dustin back to me at once.
If you can’t bring him back, don’t bother coming back yourself.”
Jobelle Callum rolled her eyes: “Grandmother, you should know your own grandson all too well.
I don’t need to say what sort of character he is.
If I had the ability to control him, why would I need to put up with this in the Drake household?
Spare me the effort.”
“Grandmother.” Joshua came in, his eyebrows involuntarily furrowing when he saw Jobelle Callum.
“Oh, my younger brother is back.
Where’s my younger sister?
Isn’t her due date coming up soon?
If she isn’t staying at the hospital and something happens, that’s two lives on the line.”
“Shut up.” Granny Drake’s gaze was sharp, making Jobelle Callum shiver and subconsciously clamped her mouth shut.
This old woman usually spent her days praying to Buddha, when had she become so formidable?
Granny Drake turned to Joshua, her tone became a bit softer: “How is Wan’s health?”
“Don’t worry, grandmother, she and the child are both well and in a very safe place.”
Granny Drake sighed in relief: “That’s good, sit down and eat.”
Joshua, noticing that Granny Drake and Edward had reconciled, felt a surge of joy for them.
After Edward finished his meal and put down his chopsticks, Granny Drake asked with concern, “What’s the matter?
Didn’t you like the food?”
Edward shook his head: “Grandmother, aside from visiting you, there’s another crucial matter I need to attend to this time.”
Granny Drake nodded: “Tell me, I’ll certainly help if I can.”
Jobelle Callum furrowed her brow, grandmother?
When did this old hag get another grandchild.
Could it be…
Jobelle Callum suddenly looked up.
At the same time, the housekeeper rushed in: “Granny Drake, the Master…
the Master has returned.”
Granny Drake nodded, “Take him to the living room, I’ll interrogate him myself.”
“Granny Drake, you’d better go and see.
The Master was…
he was bound and brought back, currently hanging from a tree.”
“What?” Jobelle Callum exclaimed in surprise, slapping the table and standing up: “Who dares to do such a thing?”
Granny Drake, although surprised, maintained her composure.
She instinctively looked at Edward.
Edward helped Granny Drake up, saying: “Grandmother, it’s a friend of mine.”
Granny Drake patted his hand: “Then let’s go and see.”
The group filed out of the dining room.
In the yard stood a decades-old craggy magnolia tree that was lush in full spring, from which a person was currently hanging like a swing in the splotchy rain curtain.
The man’s mouth was taped shut, swallowing all his fearful screams.
Standing lazily by the tree was a young man, staring at the ants on the tree stump.
Jobelle Callum, in disbelief, covered her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
How could he treat her husband like that?
Jobelle Callum rushed over, angrily questioning him.
The young man frowned impatiently, flipping his finger.
A green leaf brushed past Jobelle Callum’s ear, acting like a flying knife, and a lock of her hair came fluttering down.
Jobelle Callum immediately froze on the spot as if her soul had left her body, unmoving.
The entire person had been scared witless.
“So noisy.” The young man grumbled impatiently, he jerked the rope, and suddenly, the man hanging from the tree began rocking violently, head almost grazing the ground, swaying back and forth like a pirate’s ship.
Each time his head just barely missed hitting the ground—a slight misjudgement would’ve been all it took to crack his skull.
This scene was too much even for the housekeeper and Granny Drake.
Granny Drake clutched her heart, and Nicholas Drake urgently called out, “Jayden Moore, that’s enough.”
Jayden Moore merely scoffed, “boring”, and let go.
The man fell to the ground like a dead fish.
The pale, fear-stricken face belonged to none other than Dustin Drake.
Jobelle Callum rushed over, shaking Dustin Drake’s limp body, “Dustin Drake, wake up,” she pleaded.
She raised her head, glaring angrily at the grinning young man, “You’re dead meat.”
The young man just shrugged nonchalantly.
Jobelle Callum almost passed out from rage.
Granny Drake gripped Nicholas Drake’s hand tightly.
“Edward, what on earth is going on?”
Jayden chuckled and said, “Our mistress is compassionate, incapable of killing.
So, this was the only form of punishment available.
It’s a pity though, compared to his sins, this punishment is just a drop in the ocean.”
“Mistress?
Who is your mistress?” In Coral Island, anyone who dare stand against her is simply courting death.
A black umbrella slowly approached.
Jobelle Callum subconsciously looked up, her skin was immaculate, pure as the snow atop the Tianshan Mountains.
Jobelle’s pupils contracted, and she gritted her teeth, “It’s you?
You dare harm my husband?”
The young lady was dressed in solemn black, her belt outlining her slender waist.
Her gorgeous eyes mirrored the tranquility of the deep sea.
“You brought this upon yourself.
Suffer the consequences.”
Jobelle Callum spat out venomously, “What gives you the right to say that?
You dare hurt my husband, you’ve made an enemy out of me.
I won’t let you haved it easy.”
“We’ll see.”
Jobelle Callum broke down and cried, “Someone fetch the doctor for my husband.”
The servants quickly went forward.
“Wait.” The young lady’s icy stare rested on the unconscious Dustin.
Her gaze was reminiscent of the grim reaper, causing goosebumps to rise involuntarily.
“You cannot take him with you.”
“By what right do you restrict me from taking him?
This is illegal detention.
I’ll sue you for deliberate injury.
You’ll rot in jail.”
Jobelle Callum had never been challenged and provoked in this way before.
She felt as though she could explode with rage.
Who did this little brat think she was, daring to act defiantly before her?
“His judgement has just begun.
Be at ease, I won’t let him die.”
Aubree Groove looked at Jayden Moore.
Jayden Moore walked over, produced a black pill, and before Jobelle Callum could react, he shoved it into Dustin’s mouth and pressed on his chest a few times.
“What are you doing?
What was in that pill you made him swallow?
Was it poison?”
Jayden Moore was seriously irked by the woman’s shrill voice and quickly stepped back.
Dustin suddenly gasped, his eyes shooting open with a start, though still rather pale, overall, he seemed to be in a better state.
He looked completely lost, wondering who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.
Upon seeing Jayden Moore, Dustin appeared to have a stress response, and his body began shaking violently.
Jayden Moore rolled his eyes, walked over, and effortlessly hoisted Dustin off the ground, tossing him at Aubree Groove’s feet.
Dustin Drake saw a pair of solid black boots, polished to perfection.
A wayward fantasy crossed his mind.
The owner of these shoes must have incredibly delicate and beautiful feet.
