"Let me be blunt with you, Mr. Severe. Angeline is the woman that I, Cole Yorks, like. I'll take her away from Swallow City when I'm done handling my affairs. Before then, I want you to ensure that she remains unscathed. If anything happens to her, I'll make sure that none of the Severe family members will die a natural death." Cole gritted his teeth, his clear and melodious voice shrouded in a trace of coolness. His voice did not sound furious nor sullen, yet it was able to make anyone feel terrified as if a devil was here to claim somebody's life.

"Of course, if you treat my Angeline kindly, then I won't treat the Severe family unfairly. Fame or fortune, I'll give it to you."

George did not know who Cole was, but at the sight of his haughtiness, he decided against provoking him. "Mr. Yorks, come in and have a cup of tea."

He wanted to know more about Cole.

Angeline glared at Cole hard and threatened him soundlessly. 'Take one step into the house and you'll see!' sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Cole hesitated. "Thank you, Mr. Severe, for the hospitality, but I still have something to do today. I guess I won't be going in anymore. Please send two servants to come and unload the trunks, Mr. Severe." He was behaving in a domineering manner just moments ago but withered within seconds in front of Angeline.

His change in attitude was hilarious to watch.

The Severe family was now in a state of utter poverty. Where were they supposed to find any servants to order around?

George looked slightly embarrassed.

"We don't have

his nose sheepishly. "Okay

he was so exhausted that his

a hill, the corners of his eyes began

snapped. "We're not running a pharmacy. Why are you giving me all these

treating external injuries. As long as it

phlegm. If not properly treated, it'll leave lingering effects. And this will get to the root of the disease and

out a bottle of healing cream from the pile and smiled. "This is best

back and said coldly, "These belong to Angeline. If you want them,

like sour grapes, Anne said, "This is just a cream for bruises, isn't it? You're making it sound

Anne's hand. "Take

to turn her down for a bit before accepting it

on the market. Don't just give it to others. Save some for yourself just

healed. My

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