Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 785 Why Escape

“You… You really didn’t harm Abigail?” Mitchell still found it hard to believe.

“You’ll understand once you see her yourself.”

Emrys did not explain any further.

At that moment, a fierce sound of tearing through the air suddenly echoed from behind.

“You cowardly cur, you dared to offend me, and yet you think you can just walk away unscathed? Do you really believe the world is such a forgiving place?”

The one who arrived was an expressionless old man with white hair, but the voice that roared out was filled with anger. It was identical to the earth–shattering roar that Emrys had previously heard at the Wheeler residence.

Needless to say, this was a puppet of the Demon Wolf.

Upon seeing the white–haired old man pursuing him, Mitchell was instantly filled with dread. He said, “Sir, help me break these chains on my hands. I’ll hold him off while you escape. Once you’re safe, please take care of Abigail for me.”

He knew how terrifying this white–haired old man was. His strength was comparable to the late phase of the Golden Elixir Stage.

Mitchell could only risk his life to stall for him, buying Emrys time to escape.

He had no other choice at that time, and he could only trust that Emrys would not harm his daughter.

However, just after Mitchell spoke with a resolve that suggested he was prepared to die, Emrys suddenly stopped in his tracks, a puzzled question escaping his lips. “Escape? Why should we escape?”

we escape?

response. Haven’t we been on the run all this

formidable one has now caught up, yet you suddenly halted, even turning to question

785 Why

utterly

could he possibly know what Emrys was thinking?

because he was afraid of those people, but because he clearly feared that he wouldn’t be able to control

to make him lose control. Now that he had left the estate, things had improved significantly.

behind indeed carried the scent of the Demon Wolf, but it was all within Emrys‘ control

no need for Emrys to explain these matters to Mitchell, nor would he. After all. these were Emrys‘

“Impertinent fool, leave

life in

hands!”

eyes were glowing red, as if the sound he

completely and utterly a puppet.

late phase of the Golden Elixir Stage. You won’t be able to

had posed such a peculiar question. He was momentarily taken aback, his heart pounding with urgency, ready to use his body to obstruct the white–haired old

whirled past his

already charged toward the white–haired old man.

Boom!

without a hint

of unparalleled fury erupted in an instant. “D*mn it!”

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