Raven had not had time to find the man from that day.
The license plate of the car that day was fake. In a place like here, where people from all walks of life mixed, such counterfeit plates were common.
Though he had caught a glimpse of the man's back, searching openly would surely alert Arabella.
Arabella's actions that day could be described as secretive, or perhaps as a hidden secret.
He did not want to alert Arabella.
Suppressing the restless urge in his heart, he was dispatched by Arabella to pick up goods from AE.
Payment on delivery.
This batch of goods had high purity, refined with skillful methods, truly a rare find in the market.
The goods had been distributed to the southern markets, with great response and impressive sales, but recently, the police had been focusing on AE, so this batch had to be sold abroad.
Once sold, it went far away, across the seas.
When Raven arrived, AE was not there. His trusted subordinate, Scorpion, handled the transaction with him.
It was said that AE had other important matters to attend to.
After confirming the amount in the black market account, Scorpion nodded at Raven, indicating that the transaction was complete.
Next, they would arrange for the delivery.
"I have a skilled hand here, Merrick. How about he joins us to help with Master Unknown the shipment this time?"
Raven frowned; this was unusual.
When Arabella handled matters, there was no room for others to meddle.
He opened his mouth, ready to refuse, but by chance, his gaze caught a familiar figure in the busy crowd outside, loading goods.
Raven focused and stared for a moment before striding towards the exit.
Scorpion, not understanding, saw Raven's dark expression and thought something serious had happened, so he silently followed behind to investigate.
Raven's goal was clear. He walked straight to where Merrick was checking the goods and turned to ask, "Who is he?"
Scorpion, puzzled by the question, replied, "That's Merrick. What—what's the problem?"
Merrick had sensed Raven's approach and waited silently for his move.
He had not expected Raven's forceful approach to only be to ask his name.
He narrowed his eyes and looked back at Raven.
The man was a stranger to him, with strikingly bold features and a tall, imposing stance. An aura of chilling authority surrounded him, and his gaze held a detached indifference, as if all were beneath notice. His towering presence marked him unmistakably as a master of martial prowess.
Raven also scrutinized Merrick.
Who exactly was the person who made Arabella lose composure?
The most striking feature was the eyes—so beautiful.
The outer corners of the eyes were sharp and slender, fanning out subtly, with a slight upward tilt that lent a hint of tender sentiment, as if emotions flowed gently in every glance.
Such familiar eyes.
He had traveled everywhere with Arabella and knew all her little preferences.
Arabella had a particular fondness for men with beautiful eyes.
Yet, even with such a pair of beautiful eyes, they were not enough to cause Arabella to lose his composure that day.
Scorpion, observing from behind, noticed Raven's eyes were constantly measuring Merrick, and with a hint of suspicion, asked, "Does you find something wrong with him?"
Raven withdrew his probing gaze and, in a soft voice, said, "Let him join us."
Merrick, puzzled, turned his gaze toward Scorpion.
Scorpion, in truth, did not understand why Raven's attitude had shifted so suddenly.
But whatever the reason, with their people now placed under Arabella's care, there was some comfort in knowing they were safe.
As Raven returned with the goods and his companions, so too did Arabella depart with his own.
Of course, it wasn't a temporary base.
To keep Julius steady, Arabella took him to another bachelor pad she had already arranged.
However, he hesitated for a long while and still refused to go inside.
"A lady living alone, how could I possibly go in? It would ruin your reputation," Julius said, shaking his head like a rattle, hands gripping the doorframe, his face full of bashfulness.
Arabella wasn't about to waste time talking. She lifted her foot and kicked him in the rear, sending him stumbling forward. He was in, and the door slammed shut with a sharp "thud".
For over twenty years, Julius had either been buried in his books or surrounded by gentle and courteous people, living among ladies and gentlemen, all following proper etiquette and decorum.
He had never encountered a woman like Arabella, bold and vibrant —a temptation as perilous as an abyss hidden beneath blooming flowers, inviting yet treacherous.
Julius was extremely nervous. He stood frozen in the center of the living room, unable to move or even look away. He unconsciously held his breath, reddening with embarrassment.
"Sit down. If you keep holding your breath, you'll die," Arabella said, reaching out and pulling Julius toward her.
Her palm was burning hot, as if she had shocked him. Julius leapt a few steps back, his eyes wide in shock, still rattled.
Arabella felt as though she had caught a rabbit. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks puffed out in surprise from the shock.
Arabella found it amusing.
Taras had called to tell her that Governor had sent official letters to all countries seeking help to find his son.
Originally, she had planned to detain this fool and take advantage of the situation to make a move and make a profit.
Now, looking at him, this rabbit was worth devouring.
Once she decided to devour him, Arabella wasted no time.
Her speed was unmatched; no one in the world could outpace her, let alone a dumb rabbit like him.
When Julius was pinned to the sofa by Arabella, he was at a loss as to where to place his hands and feet. He dared not struggle, fearing he might touch something he should not.
He tilted his head, eyes fixed upward, not daring to look around, terrified of seeing her body.
"I'm curious. Is your doctrine one of celibacy? Have you ever made love?" Arabella asked, her breath brushing Julius's neck, full of temptation.
Julius stammered, "M-Miss… No, this is n-not r-right."
Nonsense.
Arabella acted swiftly, reaching straight for Julius's trousers.
It wasn't small, but it was soft and not yet aroused.
Arabella squinted her eyes. Every time she made this move, it meant she wasn't satisfied yet, but her smile only grew more radiant.
Julius was trembling with fear. He had never been so violated before—not even by himself.
In his nature and upbringing, there was never room for indulgence in matters of desire. Moreover, their doctrine did not encourage affairs between men and women; they were to devote themselves wholly to their life's work.
Julius had large hands, with distinct joints and beautiful fingers.
But at this moment, his hands were stiffly placed on either side, veins bulging from the tension in his arms.
Arabella went ahead and pressed her whole body onto him, teasingly asking, "Why no reaction? Should I kiss you?"
She didn't hesitate—when she said kiss, she kissed. Arabella never muddied her actions, on the bed, she took charge without shame.
She cupped Julius's chin with one hand, her lips locking onto his. Their tongues intertwined in a fiery kiss, causing Julius to widen his eyes, gripping the sofa cushion tightly.
That was his first kiss!
He had to protect his purity, how could this happen, how could it—
His eyes reddened, a hint of moisture forming beneath his large eyes.
Arabella noticed, feeling a bit suffocated.
She had encountered many men in her bed, but she had never seen one cry!
When she touched between Julius's legs, he was indeed still soft!
Arabella had never encountered someone who kept his rod so firm—this was a first for her.
She slightly loosened her grip, and Julius fell off the sofa, tumbling and crawling far away.
His eyes were tinged with a rosy hue, and the elegant arch of his brows rippled subtly, a flush spreading across his handsome face—a rare expression of innocent shyness.
The air thickened with a sour, bitter scent.
"Miss, you'll end up suffering this way. If I have offended you, it would be my irresponsibility. You should protect yourself, cherish your body, and—"
"Shut up! Get lost."
Arabella grabbed a piece of clothing and threw it over her head, her gaze betraying a barely concealed ruthlessness, a faint chill settling across her face.
What a disgustingly unappealing rabbit.
