Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 2666

Angeline said, "Although Jens is young, Whitty isn't at a ripe age anymore. Whitty has waited for Jens for so many years. She should get something in return."

Sir Ares remained silent. However, there was still an unpleasant expression on his face.

Upon catching sight of the expression on Sir Ares' face, Whitty immediately said, "Daddy, Mommy, Jens and I aren't in a rush to get married. Jens has decided to get married after having a stable career."

Sir Ares seemed to calm down.

Jenson stood up and told Sir Ares, "Daddy, I'd like to marry Whitty."

Sir Ares cast a sideway glance at him and asked, "What's the reason behind your decision to do so?"

Jenson said, "I love her."

Sir Ares' lips upturned slightly. Not only did Jens' personality resemble that of his, but his outlook on love was similar to his as well.

Upon recalling how persistent he was while pursuing Angeline when he was young, Sir Ares knew that he could not stop Jenson.

The relationship between father and son would be affected if he tried to stop Jens forcefully.

Sir Ares said, “Since you're the ones who insist on holding this wedding, you can organize the wedding. I'll only be in charge of paying for the organization fees."

Jenson's face lit up with a radiant smile.

Whitty was overjoyed as well.

Angeline glared at Sir Ares harshly as she thought that he was being exceptionally cold to them. She cast a blaming gaze at him. Did he want to be regarded as a cheapskate father-in-law that badly?

Sir Ares then added, "I'll bear all the organization fees. There isn't a budget. You can spend as much as you want."

A touched look appeared in Whitty's eyes after she heard what he said.

Jenson and brothers from Ghost insisted on holding a grand wedding. Besides giving Whitty a wedding that she deserved, they also chose to do so because Jenson was the heir of Grand Asia Empire.

A lot of business-related factors had to be considered prior to their wedding.

The night before the wedding, Sir Ares called Ghost over and reminded them, "Tourmaline Estate is no longer as powerful as it was in the past. A lot of our enemies will attempt to cause trouble during Jens' wedding. It won't be peaceful tomorrow. Keep a close eye on your surroundings, and don't let anyone ruin Jens' wedding."

"Alright."

Angeline was standing by the door. After hearing what Sir Ares said, she finally realized that he was not actually unsupportive of Jens and Whitty's decision to get married. He was just afraid that something would happen during their wedding.

He was right. Tourmaline Estate was no longer as safe as it was in the past.

Why had she not thought about this before?

Sir Ares did not return to their bedroom that night. Angeline found it hard to fall asleep. She then got up to stroll around.

Bright lights lit up Tourmaline Estate. It was as bright as day.

However, the large estate seemed exceptionally quiet and isolated although they had invited plenty of guests over tomorrow.

Angeline lamented upon recalling how grand the estate used to be in the past.

Suddenly, a dark shadow moved past her. White light flashed across her face.

The light was reflected off a sharp dagger.

Goosebumps rose on Angeline's arms.

She stood on the spot.

Just then, a figure slowly got up and walked out from the bushes.

She fixed her gaze on the figure. The

person was a stranger. The man'set

face

vas twisted in a cruel sneer. He looked extremely terrifying

Angeline clenched her hands into fists. However, she was already experiencing some physical symptoms after going through so many difficult situations. She was out of energy.

Angeline retreated and tried to run away, but she realized that someone had blocked her way from behind as well.

"Who are you?"

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chance to take other paths, but you insisted on choosing the hardest the men said as they

proached her.

Angeline asked tentatively, "Did Thirteen send you over?"

They scoffed and asked, "Who's Thirteen?"This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"If you're not from the military intelligence division, you must be from the Bell family."

Upon hearing what she said, the men seemed to panic slightly.

"It seems like my guess was correct."

Harsh expressions appeared on their faces. "Madam Angeline, it's time for your death. Go to hell."

One of the men suddenly took out a pistol and pointed it at Angeline.

Angeline noticed the harsh glint in his gaze. She instantly knew that the man had his heart set on taking her life.

She closed her eyes in desperation.