LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Jim Edwards was dumbfounded.

Jun Chester’s slap sent him flying!

The nouveau riche standing nearby were also stunned.

The son of Bank of Dirtmouth’s branch president, Colin Edwards…

Had been beaten?

The enchanting woman who had just been slapped by the nouveau riche was even more shocked.

However, besides shock, she also felt a perverse sense of pleasure in her heart!

After all, she had just been slapped by the nouveau riche because of Jim Edwards.

The salesperson at the scene was so shocked that she even stopped breathing.

She wanted to call security, but found she couldn’t move her legs!

As for Lyvia…

Although she was surprised by what Jun Chester had done,

when she thought about her man’s temper…

Alright then…

She and Jun would bear the consequences together.

Jim Edwards, lying on the ground, had a twisted expression on his face as he looked at Jun Chester, his eyes filled with anger and fear.

He had a black belt in Taekwondo!

He was actually knocked down by this scoundrel with just a slap?

Blood was already flowing from the corner of Jim Edwards’ mouth.

Jim Edwards glared at Jun Chester.

“You, you dare to hit me!”

“Do you know who my father is?”

Jun Chester didn’t even glance at Jim Edwards. He looked at his watch and spoke indifferently.

“One!”

“Two!”

Jim Edwards’ eyes widened, completely unexpected that this scoundrel would actually start counting seconds.

“Three!”

As soon as the time was up, before Jim Edwards could react, Jun Chester moved his toes.

Bang!

With a kick!

He kicked Jim Edwards straight out of the ladies’ clothing store.

As he flew towards the entrance, he not only knocked down some clothes racks in the store but also shattered the glass reception desk at the entrance!

He must have flown at least thirteen or fourteen meters!

A living person was kicked out like a ball by Jun Chester?

After Jim Edwards landed, he didn’t even say a word and passed out directly!

People outside had no idea what had happened.

Someone suddenly flew out of the ladies’ clothing store.

Silence!

A deathly silence!

Inside the store, Jun Chester acted as if nothing had happened.

He took the bag from Lyvia’s hand, pulled out the bank card he had given her last night, and handed it to the salesperson next to him.

“Swipe the card for the damaged items.”

The salesperson was dumbfounded.

Should she accept the card or not?

The damage just now wasn’t just a few tens of thousands of dollars.

When Jim Edwards flew out just now, he even damaged some designer clothes, each costing tens of thousands!

Jun Chester looked coldly at the salesperson.

“Do you think I’m joking with you?”

The salesperson hurriedly took the bank card.

Jun Chester withdrew his gaze, took Lyvia’s hand, and gently said,

“Let’s go. These cheap clothes are not worthy of you. I’ll take you somewhere else.”

With that, Jun Chester led Lyvia outside.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He just snapped his fingers.

A tall, straight figure approached from not far away.

It was Dawson London.

Jun Chester pointed at Jim Edwards, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and instructed Dawson London.

“Clean this up and send it to Colin Edwards’ house.”

“Also, inform Nelson Stewart that Colin Edwards is to be suspended!”

“As the president of Bank of Dirtmouth, how did his son obtain permanent residency in Cyand?”

“Is he trying to share their Dirtmouth clients with Cyand?”

Dawson London respectfully replied.

“Yes, sir!”

The nouveau riche in the store saw Dawson London and almost died of fright on the spot.

Lordran’s youngest general, Dawson London?

The young master of Dirtmouth’s largest family, the London family, Dawson London?

Who on earth was the man who had just kicked Jim Edwards?

Why would Dawson London be so respectful in front of him?

And…

What did this man just say?

Who did he ask Dawson London to inform?

Nelson Stewart?

The president of Bank of Lordran, which controls the economic lifeline of Lordran…

Nelson Stewart?

The nouveau riche’s face turned pale in an instant.

His legs unconsciously weakened, and the fat on his face began to tremble rapidly as if it had an electric motor.

Although he did not know who Jun Chester was, seeing that Dawson London was only one of his followers…

He clearly knew that no matter the identity of the other party,

they were not someone he could provoke.

At that moment, Dawson London had already walked into the store and looked at the salesperson.

“Is your card reader ready?”

The salesperson, trembling, started to swipe the card. In a moment of curiosity, she checked the balance on the bank card. The POS machine’s electronic screen didn’t even have enough space to display the total balance of the bank card. The salesperson was instantly dumbstruck. For a short while, her mind went completely blank. She didn’t even dare to swipe the card.

Dawson London urged her. “You’d better hurry up. I don’t have time to wait for you!”

The salesperson was on the verge of tears. Nervously, she swiped the card for only a few hundred dollars, not daring to take more. What kind of terrifying identity could the owner of a bank card with such a scary balance have? It was beyond her imagination!

What was even more ridiculous was that the so-called Mr. Edwards had just tried to show off his wealth in front of the owner of this bank card. Was he even worthy? Perhaps all the wealthy people in Lordran combined wouldn’t be worthy of showing off in front of the owner of this card! No wonder they had just said the clothes in the store were too cheap. They weren’t just cheap, but not even worth being considered rags in their eyes!

The salesperson regretted her actions deeply, swearing to never look down on any customer again.

On the other side, Jun Chester had already left the building with Lyvia, heading towards an older district in Dirtmouth. Lyvia was more and more confused about Jun Chester. What kind of identity did he have now? Why did even big shots like Dawson London have to obey him? And then there was Nelson Stewart, a prominent economist in Lordran. What connection could Jun Chester have with such a powerful person? Lyvia couldn’t figure it out.

Jun Chester, however, saw through Lyvia’s thoughts in an instant and gently smiled. “I am your husband. The identity I am most proud of in this life is being your man.”

His words were like arrows of love, shooting straight into Lyvia’s heart, making her feel numb from head to toe. She felt like she was about to take off on the spot. Lyvia looked at Jun Chester, her eyes full of passionate love.

“Am I that good?” Lyvia asked with a trembling voice.

“You are wonderful in every way,” Jun Chester said, teasingly looking at Lyvia’s exquisite figure.

Lyvia bit her lower lip, her breathing becoming rapid. In a moment of distraction, she recalled their night together seven years ago. Whenever this man said such things, she felt completely defenseless. His words and gazes could make her lose control. Even after seven years, his words made every pore of her body tingle.

She was beyond help!