Julius hurried back to the manor on the outskirts of Jingle, looking exhausted. Scorpion stood respectfully at the door, while a row of his subordinates stood still, awaiting their boss's arrival.
Now, when he was outside, wearing his mask, he was AE—the ruthless, cold-blooded international drug lord. A few days ago, due to the National Day celebration in Pujivang, he had to make an appearance as the new governor. So, he had to rush back and forth between Pujivang and Jingle, traveling tens of thousands of kilometers, sleepless, all for Arabella.
It hadn't been this rushed. Originally, it had been said that Arabella would leave for Jingle, but then she had gone off to travel alone with the newly appointed commander of Doma, Jasper. Of course, from what he knew about Arabella's ruthless nature, he was sure she wouldn't be as the rumors suggested, entangled with a man. If he was right, the two of them must have gone off to expand their empire in secret.
But it still didn't sit well with him. He pushed all his other affairs aside and waited in Jingle like a foolish deer, only to find that after waiting for so long, she was with another man. Was this man more cunning than him? More devious? More powerful?
Coincidentally, there was National Day in Pujivang, so he gritted his teeth and returned immediately. However, as soon as his plane landed, he received news from Nicholas that Arabella and her group had already set off. She had entered Jingle alone under the new identity Jasper had arranged for her.
After landing, he began to pretend, going through the motions of being a patriotic and benevolent governor for a day. But by nightfall, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His body remained still, but his heart had already flown to Jingle, to be by Arabella's side.
"Any news about Arabella?"
"Master Unknown has entered Jingle under a new identity, openly and without hiding her whereabouts. This afternoon, she visited a few bustling shopping malls," Scorpion reported while following behind Julius. Two servants took off Julius's coat and tie, carefully assisting him.
"Just like that? She's shopping in Jingle alone? But isn't Jingle—" Julius was initially surprised, but after a moment of thought, his face slowly began to form a cold, smirking smile. Since it was Arabella, he was no longer surprised by her boldness. He understood her well—there was nothing she couldn't handle.
After a long, dusty journey, Julius first took a quick shower. Wrapped in a bathrobe, his well-defined chest muscles were exposed, and his damp hair hung in disarray, giving him an unmistakably wild and defiant air. He looked particularly rebellious, like a wolf or a venomous snake, preferring to lie in wait quietly in the grass, observing with his sharp, predatory eyes. Once the prey was locked in his sights, victory was inevitable. What was meant to be his cannot escape.
He casually pulled a bottle of strong liquor from the cabinet, filling his glass and drinking it down in one go. He then poured another half-glass, placing it on the coffee table beside the sofa. Reclining lazily, he tilted his head and asked Scorpion standing in the corner, "Where is she staying?"
Scorpion, with his head bowed, handed over the number he had already prepared—the details of Arabella's hotel and room.
Julius took the paper with a flick of his hand. Scorpion, understanding without a word, closed the door and dismissed the servants stationed outside. Julius' safety was of no concern—many might wish him dead, but only a rare few could ever make it so.
When the phone was connected to the hotel's front desk for transfer, Julius reached out to lift the robe, and his penis, which was half-hard under his underwear, seemed to be exciting along with his head. He just reached out to hold it, and his little cock couldn't help but tremble slightly.
As soon as the call connected, Arabella's deep, melodious voice echoed through the receiver: "Julius—"
Julius was excited but also scornful. Arabella, this woman, was really annoying and he wanted to beat her up badly, but beating her up didn't seem to be enough. He wanted to break her bones and dislocate her joints, then drag her to his bed and twist her into various shapes without being gentle. When fxxcking her, he wanted to be rough and forceful, making it a memory that would stay with her forever.
"It turns out that Master Unknown has been thinking of me all along, waiting for my call."
Arabella chuckled lightly on the other end of the line. She was not one to boast with mere words, and so she replied, in harmony with his words, "I've been waiting for your call."
When Julius heard this, he felt a surge of tenderness for the penis in his hand, which was indeed arouse, or rather, it was still standing tall and erect just by the sound of the voice.
Though his cock had become so submissive in front of Arabella, Julius still felt he could maintain his posture and negotiate with her: "Then when will you come to find me?"
Arabella seemed to be in a good mood on the other end of the line; her voice carried a note of delight that could be felt even through the receiver. "A new place... shall I explore it first and then come find you?"
Julius's fingers tightened slightly as he stroked his penis up and down, humming softly. His penis was thinking of Arabella, but his mind was constantly cursing him.
Explore? What nonsense! This woman was just pretending, all the while scheming to gather information about Jingle, yet speaking so sweetly. It's better to scheme against someone than to fxxck him. If she fxxck him, he would feel so good that he might be willing to strike wherever she pointed.
A man like Julius was a born villain, with a nature as poisonous as it was sharp, relentless in his ways and indifferent in matters of the heart. He had always been a man of double-dealing, but when it came to Arabella, he was both malicious and unmistakable, greedily yearning for more.
"Master Unknown, you're making me anxious waiting like this."
Over the phone, Julius couldn't see Arabella's expression, but he imagined her smile playing on her lips, a fleeting, sharp calculation hidden beneath the surface. Yet, he found himself drawn to her calm, strategic certainty, that same resolve he had witnessed the day she left with a gun in hand. The explosion of that moment had stirred him, so thrilling it almost brought him to the brink of madness, while the penis in his grasp trembled, as if climbing to its peak.
"I won't make you anxious," Arabella's voice was soft, the tangled phone line adding a sweet, lingering quality to her words. Julius's hand shook involuntarily, a spasm running through him. Julius's hand twitched, a brief spasm running through him. He exhaled softly, lowering his gaze to his dampened palm.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow night."
Not to mention the two villains sharpening their knives and making their agreement over the phone, Raven had already arrived at Jingle. He, too, had a new identity and passed through customs smoothly, making his way straight to the large villa that Bramwell had purchased after arriving.
Bramwell knew of Arabella's arrival well in advance. Before the crack of dawn, he had already instructed the servants to clean the villa to a spotless shine, as if wishing the place were bright enough to lick clean. But the scent in the living room was overpowering, largely due to the massive durian that had been shipped all the way from Island—the smell too pungent to ignore. One durian was enough to make anyone hold their breath, but five or six of them sitting there? It was almost like a biological weapon.
Bramwell loved that scent, and he knew Arabella did too. He remembered the days when they sat side by side on the stairs, blissfully savoring durians together, a memory indelibly etched in his mind. Just an ordinary afternoon for most, but not for people like them—such moments were too rare. He knew Arabella's life had always been one of drifting, from leaving Scalien to now gradually drawing closer to her homeland.
Homeland, old memories, old faces—and the homeland also buried the leaving child. He feared, deeply, that one day Arabella's journey might end in Scalien. But even in fear, he was unshaken. No matter where her path led, his end would always be at her side.
As Raven arrived at the villa's entrance, he saw Bramwell sweeping in like a great roc, landing next to him in one smooth motion. He glanced around, instinctively furrowing his brow.
"Why are you alone?" he asked.
"Where is Master Unknown?"
The two men spoke in unison, their faces immediately darkening. After a moment of steadying their nerves, they both spoke again in unison.
"Aren't you with Master Unknown?"
"Has Master Unknown not arrived at your place?"
Both men fell silent, for in those few words, they had already gathered the information they needed. But the situation was not good—Master Unknown had vanished on his own accord.
When Raven stepped inside, his eyes briefly swept over the durians laid out in the living room. He couldn't help but mock silently. Still not fully understanding Arabella, was there really anything to be gained by such self-satisfying gestures? A woman like her was like a blade glinting with venomous intent—seeking to stain herself, yet desiring to retreat unscathed. Either he had the antidote, or he relied on his own strength to endure.
Arabella's cruelty seemed incurable, so the only choice was to survive by one's own means. After mocking Bramwell, Raven turned his thoughts inward, unable to avoid self-mockery. Despite all his efforts, what had changed? He was still someone Arabella could cast aside whenever she wished.
Arabella went ahead alone.
The group of skilled men she trained in Doma couldn't enter Jingle openly, so she arranged for them to sneak in one by one. Caracal had long since disappeared, and no one knew what task Arabella had sent him on. Although Taras had decided to follow Arabella, he was reluctant to abandon the power he had built in Doma, so he planned to come last. Nicholas was never under Arabella's command. He always carried a touch of frenzied madness, which, when dormant, made him like a gemstone embedded in a crown, dazzling and bright enough to make Arabella's forehead shine like gold for the whole world to see. But when his madness flared, that gemstone became poisoned, capable of rotting bones and severing tendons, making him wish he could corrode a huge hole in Arabella's forehead.
Such a madman could only be tolerated by Arabella. And he observed coldly that, over the course of their time together, Arabella seemed to handle him well. She truly accepted anyone, never fearing that she might choke on it.
But here's the problem—none of them were around Arabella, so who has Arabella gone to find now?
