Chapter 58: When the Writer Tells You to Silence, You Lose Your Voice

“Is that so? Since you don’t have the courage to break free from me, nor can you find that fool Yuan Jiaxue, then you will bear the burden of everything. I believe you still have a younger sister at home, don’t you?”

After delivering this cold threat, the man forcefully threw Zhuang Na onto the carpet. She struggled to lift herself up, staggering as she left the office and rushed into the stairwell.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and entered the livestream room, where Yuan Jiaxue was playing the secretly recorded audio.

Qi Zhiyuan’s expression darkened further; he couldn’t accept that before he even died, his sons were tearing each other apart right before his eyes.

Once one person spoke up, the others inevitably rallied behind, all relentlessly criticizing the long-delayed challenger.

“Ji Wanxin, Ji Wanxin, you really must have too much time on your hands to say something like that to me. Xiao Yan and I haven’t even competed yet, how could we possibly lose? And if I win, the word ‘lose’ doesn’t exist in my life dictionary,” Xiao Zhe said with a cold smile.

However, since she was female, even if Baili Shouyue was angry, he wouldn’t harm such a precious woman.

The three of them responded in unison, so the four of us linked arms, looking as if we were out for a casual stroll and some street snacks.

He reached directly into his bag and took out something he had prepared earlier, laying it out in front of him.

Lin Nuannuan saw that both were visibly frightened and sensed something suspicious inside, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You promised that the Qi family would no longer intervene in my affairs, nor would they tarnish my reputation online,” Qi Xuyao said.

He was about to smash the jade pendant onto the ground when Su Jin nervously stopped him, “Your Highness, are you really going to break it?”

As she approached, the jingling sound of the hairpin atop her head and the faint scent of powder came along, revealing she was no ordinary girl from a common family.

“Master…” Gong Qianzhu timidly called out, hesitating between the shop and her master.

Lin Feng tried to continue walking on it, stepping upside down little by little all the way to the rooftop, finally breaking free and leaping down.

The Norse mythology on Earth in this world largely originates from the “Celestial Palace” Asgard—such as the god-king Odin, the thunder god Thor, and many others.

My clothes were still disheveled, and a distinct red mark adorned my neck. My expression was one of bewilderment. I stood there dazed, the alcohol sobering me up considerably. As reason returned, the memory of the earlier scene made me feel utterly ashamed.

“He’s lying… his attributes weren’t high to begin with…” the Ghost Eye, lying on the ground, struggled to accuse Zhang Yong. Last time, the Ghost Claw easily pierced Zhang Yong’s body, and as a seasoned assassin, Ghost Eye knew roughly how strong Zhang Yong was—it was a completely different story from today.

When they left the restaurant after dinner, it was already past eight in the evening. The sky was nearly dark, yet here the sky was unusually bright. If this forest were near Monterey, such a reversal of day and night would be impossible.

After sitting down and ordering four glasses of the signature dark beer, along with fried chicken and cheese fries, McSorlin and the others resumed comforting Joanna.

Zi Yue sat in the corner of the prison cell in a prison uniform, her long hair in disarray. Her eyes were vacant as she hugged her knees—this was how she looked at her most helpless.

After Jiang Ciyun left, Xu Muchen and I didn’t stay home. He had been busy with the law firm lately, and after securing a location, he had to oversee renovations, frequently checking on the workers.

As we spoke, Horace impatiently waved his hand at Bach, Louis, and the others, signaling them to leave.

The only response she received was Jo Jinfan’s hand gripping hers tighter. Wanqing felt grateful and returned the gesture. The car braked sharply, and Jo Jinfan’s face under the night light glowed like neon—radiant and elegant.