Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 255 Quite Mischievous

Emrys was slightly surprised. “Why would you ask such a question, Ms. Ginger?”

“Answer me. Are you or are you not?” Lydia didn’t provide any reasons.

Instead, she looked at Emrys with anticipation, hoping to find answers in his expressions. However, Emrys shook his head and said, “No.”

No? How can that be? If Emrys isn’t a martial artist, why did Stefan bring it up? Lydia couldn’t believe it.

She thought Emrys was deceiving her.

Little did she know that what Emrys had said was the truth. He was indeed not a martial artist but a cultivator. These two identities were not part of the same system at all.

Emrys was about to reveal the truth to Lydia, but she suddenly pointed to the river flowing under the bridge and said, “Look. The flow of this river is so turbulent and fierce. If an ordinary person were to fall in, they would probably disappear without a trace in an’instant, right?”

Saying that, she leaped off the bridge.

Emrys was instantly bewildered and stunned.

that Emrys was a martial artist

of Jadeborough, as well as

the time he remained

to mention, Lydia wondered why someone like Roger, who was highly conscious of his status, would be so warm towards Emrys, even

she had with Stefan earlier, even if Lydia was slow–witted, she

Lydia saw Emrys denying, she assumed that he didn’t want to reveal his identity, so she resorted to such a risky tactic to force him to admit

aren’t you being a bit too hasty? Couldn’t you at least wait for

after her. Before Lydia hit the water, he managed to catch her. “Ms. Ginger, you really

resist playfully slapping Lydia’s backside, using the same

most beautiful woman, widened her eyes,

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Chapter 255 Oude Mischievous

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a decade, so the slap

and Emrys set her down. Lydia pretended to stumble. She fell and sat in the shallow water, soaking her long skirt as if to hide something.

peculiar. After the effects of Emrys‘ slap had subsided, Lydia surprisingly felt a significant relaxation in her mood. The

like an ancient, profound well, where the water symbolized resentment. As the well

b*dy shuddered