Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 690 Having Emrys All To Himself

Sylvia couldn’t comprehend the mysterious thoughts racing through the mind of the bald–headed man.

First, he had the audacity to take advantage of me, leading to his expulsion from the sect. And now, he’s taken his recklessness a step further by openly provoking Rodney. Rodney, firmly stuck in the middle–phase of the Golden Elixir Stage, poses a death wish for anyone foolish enough to challenge him head–on. Doesn’t rushing into that confrontation scream “suicide mission“?

Didn’t he notice that even Mr. Gallagher refrained from venting his anger? Since when did it become the turn for someone of such insignificant stature to steal the spotlight?

Sylvia couldn’t quite pinpoint why her anger was so consuming this time.

In the past, she had never paid any attention to the men around her.

Was it because of that loathsome bald man, the first person audacious enough to smack her bottom?

Or perhaps it was the guilt she felt knowing that he was expelled from the Crimson Sun Sect because of her. Maybe it stemmed from the bald man’s unexpected admission of his faults when she decided to change the punishment method.

Or, as Hollie had playfully suggested, it might just be because that bald guy was quite attractive!

These reasons formed a complex tapestry of emotions that swirled within Sylvia.

Girls, after all, had intricate thoughts.

Sylvia, in her audacious style, turned to Ameera and voiced her thoughts, “Ms. Lozano, why don’t you try to reason with him? That baldy might be detestable, but it would be a shame if he ended up dead.”

As her emotions regained their balance, she naturally shifted to addressing Ameera as her

teacher.

lips, Sylvia herself found the plea for the bald man

be. It has to be mere pity, nothing more, she quickly reassured

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first, then let out a cold snort, “Even Quincey isn’t concerned, so why should we be? If that baldy is hell–bent on

Quincey’s discomfort

incredibly

if Emrys decided

their previous performances

all be

ostensibly to steer him clear of trouble.

only person buttering up Emrys was entirely different from the feeling of a

talent nearly unparalleled in Mount Kushburn. He was an invincible presence, a defiance of the natural order.

would surely be shaken to its core. It was no longer about being

and talent alone would make him

more sought–after

the hope that one day, as Emrys grew, one could bask in his

his true strength at this juncture, it wouldn’t be an investment in the future; it would be an immediate

why Quincey didn’t want Emrys to take action.

it was