NOVPUBChapter 1506: 675 Bewitching_2 Chapter 1506: 675 Bewitching_2 “I have no other requests, just this person, in future I don’t want to see him within ten meters of me.”
Thinking of the way that man looked at him, Anton Cook couldn’t suppress his disgust.
The guard immediately said, “Yes, your orders are noted.”
“Our Mr.
Cook’s charm really is great.” Kelly Martinez leaning against a pillar, eating an apple and saying casually.
Anton Cook squinted at her: “You let him in on purpose.”
Kelly nodded, “It’s too boring, why not find some fun, isn’t this good?”
Anton Cook sneered and walked away.
Kelly followed leisurely, “The weather is nice today.
Staying in the hotel all day isn’t much fun.
Why don’t we go and stroll around the street?” 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Anton Cook’s steps faltered.
...
Kelly’s smile broadened, she knew it.
After Prince Aspen returned, he immediately asked his subordinates to find out all the information about the attractive man.
Just when he was about to take a shower, a subordinate came to tell him that the attractive man had gone out with a guard.
Aspen washed his face immediately, arranged his hair and sprayed his perfume.
He checked himself in the mirror several times before he was finally satisfied and left.
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“Sullivan, is this your first time in Percival?” Kelly, without any sense of duty as a guard, behaved more like a master with her casual demeanor.
Anton Cook, distinguished and outstanding, attracted many glances from young women on the street.
Even Prince Liam Anderson’s outings had never been so exaggerated.
Kelly thought maybe it was because Anton Cook’s celebrity aura was too strong.
These people didn’t recognize him but were naturally attracted to him.
Anton Cook was drawn to a pottery figurine displayed on a stall and walked over to pick one up unconsciously.
The figure was lifelike.
The girl was wearing a veil, her face crafted to be ambiguous, but her temperament was cold and ethereal, set off by the elegant white clothes.
Anton Cook’s eyes were a little dazed, and he subconsciously wanted to touch her cheek.
The potter stopped him.
He muttered something, Anton Cook didn’t understand a word.
Kelly whispered, “The owner said you can’t touch it by hand.
This is an image of the saintess, the guardian deity of their country.”
Anton Cook took out the already exchanged money and put it on the table in front of the owner.
“Is this enough?”
The owner only took one note and returned the rest.
They never used the image of the saintess for profit.
While walking, Anton Cook kept staring at the pottery figure.
Kelly pulled at him several times, “Can you pay attention to where you’re going?”
Anton Cook suddenly turned and looked deeply at Kelly.
Kelly touched her nose, “I know I am beautiful, you don’t have to remind me.”
Anton Cook curled his lips, suddenly laughing.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.” Anton Cook carefully caressed the pottery figure, his cold brows softened, full of tenderness.
Even an old lady like Kelly couldn’t help but be moved, clutching her chest, claiming it was unbearable.
A commotion came from ahead, Kelly, always one to join in the fun, pushed through the crowd and laughed uncontrollably when she saw the scene.
A blond, blue-eyed young man was teaching a man a lesson for bullying a young girl.
He swung his fist at the man’s face, indignantly saying, “Let you bully women, I will carry out justice on behalf of the heaven today.”
The man was tall and sturdy, didn’t look the type to stand and get beaten up.
As expected, he swung his fist and punched the handsome young man, who skillfully evaded.
The two traded a few blows with the man entirely defeated.
The handsome lad slicked back his fringe, revealing what he believed was a charming smile, “The next time you see me, stay away.
Otherwise, I’ll smack you every time I see you.”
The man kneeling on the ground obediently responded, “Yes, yes, I won’t dare to do it again.”
Although this scene was satisfying, something felt wrong to everyone, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.
Kelly Martinez chuckled and shook her head, “This little Prince is quite amusing staging such a show.”
If she couldn’t tell that the man who was beaten was playing a role, then she had wasted all these years.
Anton Cook coldly commented, “Nonsense.”
He then turned and left the crowd.
Prince Aspen, who had been keeping a keen eye on Anton Cook, saw him walk away and quickly trotted to follow after him.
“Wait for me.”
As soon as Prince Aspen tried to grasp his sleeve, Anton Cook commanded, “Don’t touch me.”
Prince Aspen spoke with a sense of hurt, “I just want to be friends with you.”
“Not interested.”
Anton Cook didn’t bother with him and walked away.
“I was rude before and offended you, I’m sincerely apologizing to you.
Please don’t ignore me.”
Anton Cook, holding back his anger, suddenly turned around, “Prince Aspen, I’m not interested in making friends.
Please stay away from me.”
Prince Aspen saw a clay figure in his hand.
Having spent around ten days in Inracetales, how could he fail to recognize it?
His eyes twinkled, and he immediately said with a grin, “So, you’re also interested in the Saintess?
That’s easy to handle.
My sister, Princess Randa, is good friends with the Saintess.
Meeting her is just a matter of a few words.”
Peter Aria squinted his eyes, “What did you say?”
“Don’t believe me?
You’re welcome to inquire.
My sister, Princess Randa, was supposed to become the future Queen Consort.
But because she was good friends with the Saintess, she voluntarily gave up her position.
The Saintess is very grateful to my sister and is almost always willing to help her.”
As Prince Aspen spoke, he curled his lips.
He learned from Samuel that the rumors about his sister were actually spread by her.
She hadn’t wanted to marry Prince Brooklyn, but had unfortunately benefitted the Saintess.
The more Prince Aspen thought about it, the more it upset him.
Peter Aria spoke coldly, “Why should I believe you?”
Prince Aspen immediately raised his right hand, “By the grace of heavens, I speak nothing but the truth.
Right, if you don’t believe me, you can come with me to the Holy Temple right now.
With my help, you’re sure to meet the Saintess.”
Peter Aria glanced at him deeply, and after a while, pressed his lips together, “Forget it.”
He turned and walked away.
Prince Aspen hurriedly trotted after him, muttering from the bottom of his heart how long his legs were.
He was panting even though he was jogging.
“Let me tell you, I have a lot more gossip about the Saintess.
Are you interested?”
Anton Cook walked in silence; his steps subconsciously slowing down.
Prince Aspen cleared his throat and blurted out all the information he had gathered over the past few days.
He concluded by saying, “Brother, don’t take things too seriously.
I’m not sure if the Saintess is pure and noble, but one thing is clear– she’s certainly deceptive and manipulative.”
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a cold gaze shoot towards him, and Prince Aspen subconsciously shrank his neck.
“Well, I was just joking, don’t take it seriously…”
What exactly was so alluring about the Saintess?
One after another, they were all going crazy for her.
Prince Aspen was absolutely puzzled.
Upon returning to the hotel, Anton Cook stepped into the elevator.
Prince Aspen instinctively tried to follow, but a foxy-eyed male bodyguard blocked his path and pointed to the opposite direction with a smile.
“Prince Aspen, your elevator is over there.”
Prince Aspen sighed, reluctantly watching the elevator doors close in front of him.
There, the man stood inside the elevator, lost in deep thought, staring at the clay figure in his hand.
“Prince, we have found the information,” the bodyguard came up to him, showing him the tablet which displayed all of Anton Cook’s information.
He was too famous in Jimenez, it was easy to find information about him.
Prince Aspen smiled, “A man who could easily rely on his looks chooses to rely on his talent instead.
He truly is the one who caught my fancy.”
But thinking about the Saintess, Prince Aspen couldn’t help but get angry.
Even Anton Cook put her in high regard.
Each and everyone was deeply bewitched by her.
