Chapter 393: The Deck (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Aaron, how did you do it?"

Baoluo, Bote, and Kaine, the three little companions, were all stunned.

"It's very simple..." Aaron smiled and took a sip of his drink.

"Because he promised me that if he succeeded, he would split 50 pounds with me!" Helen explained their previous exchange with a light laugh. "I'm not a real noble lady; if I can earn 50 pounds for a small favor, why wouldn't I?"

She looked at Aaron again: "It's a deal. Regardless of whether the other party breaks their word, you owe me 50 pounds! Or... take me to the ball to have a blast!"

"Terrible... she's about to fall for him." Baoluo whispered to Bote: "If you owe a woman money, she'll remember you even better. I've learned something today..."

Aaron, still feeling a bit resentful about the orange cat's name, smiled: "I'd quite like to meet your Clark too."

"Look into my eyes!" Helen insisted.

"Yes, it is already very late."

Aaron smiled and nodded, having a few drinks with Helen.

Aaron felt that if he just put in a little more effort, he could bring her back to his cabin to be a model.

"Kent?"

She looked at Aaron as if provoking him: "Drink two glasses with me."

"Nothing happened last night... do the ripples of Fate need time to brew?"

"Miss."

Perhaps some nouveau riche young ladies might be seduced by a poor boy, flee the country to escape the pursuit of incompetent men, and spend the rest of their lives happily, or be swindled out of all their property and abandoned.

"Miss, it is already very late. Sleeping too late is not good for your skin," Kent said gently, his words seemingly possessing a persuasive power.

A violent coughing sound rang out from outside the door; it was the two nannies.

"I would be honored to accept!"

Not long after, he walked over with a handsome manservant.

"Kent... are you still the playmate I grew up with?" Helen's expression suddenly became dim and sorrowful: "Ever since you were sent to Haidesenbao for further studies, you have become different."

Kent pressed his hand to his chest and bowed.

"Who is that guy?" Aaron looked at the middle-aged fat man's face, feeling as if he had seen him in a financial newspaper.

Although he was a servant for Helen's mother's family, he had been sent by the Count to Haidesenbao for further studies in his teens, where he also came into contact with Mysterious powers.

Kent's body trembled, and he could only flee in a panic.

"Clark... yes, it misses me very much. I think I should go back."

Watching the back of the lady being escorted away, the three bad friends, Baoluo and the others, gathered around again, winking and saying: "What a pity, such a pity... Jack, if you just put in a little more effort, I feel you could completely win over the Ten-Thousand-Pound Lady."

'The key is that he really acts as a manservant. Could he be an Extraordinary servant cultivated by that Count since childhood?'

However, what he was more concerned about now was what kind of ending Bulit, who violated the Contract, would face.

Of course, the premise was that he still had to deal with those two nannies.

Kent replied solemnly, his expression slightly dazed, as if he had returned to that bizarre and Mysterious world.

"Miss, you need to go back... and the orange cat Clark needs to be fed; it is very close to you."

'Supernatural power?'

Helen extended an invitation with great interest.

Aaron took out a 50-pound banknote and pressed it onto the bar counter.

But once Helen escaped her marriage, the Count would inevitably dispatch a team of Extraordinaries; there might even be a Zhanbu-jia among them!

No matter where she ran, she would be tracked down.

"No need, I keep my word."

In their eyes, he was probably ten or a hundred times more dangerous than Bulit!

Bulit's level was too low, while for someone like him, just a face alone could be labeled as 'extremely dangerous'!

"Cough, cough!"

Facing the oncoming sea breeze, Aaron stretched comfortably.

"Mr. Aige, I..."

This was a rare, good day, especially for the residents of Invis, who lived in a relatively cold region and rarely saw the sun all year round.

"Hehe..."

"Be loyal to me? Is the way to be loyal to listen to that person's arrangements and force me to marry a stranger?"

The two nannies bowed, walked out of the room, and stood guard outside the door.

"There will definitely be a chance. Perhaps you could paint a portrait of it... um, and me..."

Suddenly, several more people looking like bodyguards and detectives arrived on the deck, clearing an area in advance.

The next day.

She noticed Kent walking in and deliberately put on an angry expression: "All of you, get out!"

Behind him, Helen let out a laugh that was hard to tell if it was schadenfreude or sadness...

"To me, that is not important." Aaron shrugged his shoulders.

Under the azure sky, the warm sunlight spilled down like golden radiance.

Kent replied with a cold face.

'Hmm, it's not that surprising for a Ten-Thousand-Pound Lady to have an Extraordinary bodyguard...'

The other party saw him, his face turned very ugly, and he turned in another direction, but did not leave.

On the deck of the Shengmagehao.

Helen rose reluctantly: "Well then... goodbye, goodnight."

Helen scanned Kent with hazy, drunken eyes and continued to pour wine into her mouth: "Drink a little more with me..."

Thinking this, Aaron caught a glimpse of Bulit out of the corner of his eye.

Many first-class passengers brought their families onto the deck, and several children played and frolicked, weaving in and out of the crowd.

"So... do you want to be a Knight who protects the princess and drives him away for me?" Helen smiled even more brightly.

"No..."

Bulit leaned in, seemingly wanting to strike up a conversation, but was rudely pushed away by a bodyguard and ended up beside Aaron.

Helen stared at Kent, her gaze intense: "When I was drinking with Jack tonight, I saw your eyes; you were anxious, you were jealous, you couldn't face your own true heart?"

Precisely because of this, he knew even better the power of those old-money aristocrats.

"Very well."

Kent said gently.

Inside the luxury suite.

A pot-bellied but imposing middle-aged man arrived on the deck with his seven or eight-year-old son and daughter, followed by a crowd of bodyguards.

The drunken lady's cheeks were flushed red, she became even more excited, and her words flowed more freely: "That Bulit, I could tell what kind of person he was at a glance; your stake is going to go down the drain..."

"I am forever loyal to you, Miss."

One of the nannies signaled to another, and the latter immediately trotted out of the bar.

Helen seemed somewhat disappointed and pushed the substantial sum of money directly to the bartender behind the counter: "Give me drinks at this price!"

A look of hesitation appeared on Helen's face, and she said to Aaron: "I think... I should go home. Can I visit your painting studio another day?"

Aaron sipped his drink, watching Kent's back with a thoughtful expression.

"Alright..."

Helen was teasing a large orange cat: "Clark... do you want a cat teaser? Haha..."

"Steel tycoon Aige Feller!"

Helen walked over from the side, followed by Kent, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest: "He is a famous tycoon in the kingdom; he is probably heading to the colonies to inspect mines this time..."

(End of this chapter)