King’s Awakening - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Chapter 9 – The king in your eyes is but an ant in mine!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In River North District!
“Huh? What’s going on? Is there a problem with the traffic light again?”
The traffic lights in River North City, once again clearing the way for White Mitchell.
The domestically-produced robust vehicle appears again.
The rumors circulated wildly among the circles of rich second generations, countless luxury cars flooded into the downtown area, all eager to catch a glimpse of White Mitchell’s elegance.
Beryl Mill, in the Mill Family Villa, sat guiltily on the couch after seeing Sherry Jones being taken away with her own eyes.
Then, Beryl Mill sobbed as she frantically called her father, Vincent Mill, “Dad, you must help Sherry. Diego has just taken her away!”
“Oh…..”
The sigh from the other end of the phone sank Beryl’s heart to new depths.
“Miss, there is a gentleman outside claiming to be Miss Jones’ brother,”
Just then a guard walked in from the entrance, and Beryl who heard the man’s identity frowned immediately.
Soon after, Beryl walked out the door, instinctively asking, “Are you out of jail?”
White Mitchell didn’t answer her question, but directly asked, “Where is Sherry?”
“Sherry…” Beryl started to stammer, guilt flooded her face again.
“Where is she!?” White Mitchell raised his voice.
With guilt in her heart, Beryl said to White Mitchell, “I’m sorry, I failed to protect Sherry. She was taken away by Diego.”
Taken away?
Whoosh!
At this moment, the menacing aura around White Mitchell skyrocketed again, and without saying anything further, he immediately pulled out his phone: “Find Diego’s location for me now!”
Feeling the aura emanating from White Mitchell, Beryl shivered, looking at him in surprise.
Too strong!
Too terrifying!
Wasn’t White Mitchell just a convict who was jailed for economic crimes? How could he have such an imposing momentum?
This type of aura, even her own father didn’t have it.
Just standing in front of him gives an irresistible urge to submit.
Who exactly is this White Mitchell?
Beryl forcefully suppressed the awe in her heart and warned, “You mustn’t act recklessly. Diego is Kingston’s son!”
Seeing that White Mitchell remained unresponsive, Beryl added quickly, “His father, Kingston, is not someone to be trifled with, no one in River North dares to provoke him.”
“Even my father has to tread cautiously around him!”
“Wait another day, my father will be back, then we can plan accordingly, there must be a way to rescue Sherry.”
Beryl was afraid that White Mitchell would act impulsively, but she didn’t know how formidable he really was!
“The king in your eyes is just an ant in mine!” said White Mitchell indifferently.
Whoosh!
Beryl was stunned for a moment, the aura that White Mitchell exuded when he said this was even stronger than before, which made her feel incredibly shocked.
How could he have such an imposing aura?
Beryl was unable to calm down for a long time, and by the time she reacted, White Mitchell’s car had already disappeared from her sight.
Who exactly is Sherry’s brother?
This question once again crossed Beryl’s mind, filled with curiosity.
“Quick, get the car ready!”
Beryl decided to follow him, watching the traffic lights on the road, her heart was filled with shock.
…
“Diego, where is my mom? Let my mom go!”
Meanwhile, Diego had brought Sherry Jones to his own villa.
This villa was specifically prepared by Diego for overnight stay. Countless romantic nights had taken place here, accompanied by the tears of many girls.
“Don’t rush, let’s sit down and cultivate our relationship first. I like it when people take the initiative.”
With that said, Diego pointed at the professional outfit on the table.
It was a modified professional outfit, with a very short skirt that would barely cover Sherry’s buttocks.
The blouse was even smaller, and it would probably deform when worn.
The stockings might seem normal, but they were infact crotchless, which would embarrass anyone to see.
Seeing this, Sherry Jones immediately understood Diego’s dirty thoughts.
“Pervert! Let me go, I need to get out!”
Sherry Jones pushed away Diego, but he counteracted by pulling her back into an embrace.
Diego took a deep whiff of Sherry Jones, savoring her scent, an expression of delight on his face.
Frightened, Sherry Jones panicked and struggled to break free, but as a fragile woman, she was no match for Diego.
The next moment, Diego threw Sherry Jones onto the couch, spitting in disdain.
“Damn! Sherry Jones, it’s your good fortune that I’m interested in you. There are countless others who wish to share my bed, but I don’t allow it. Don’t reject what’s bestowed upon you!”
“If you don’t want to see your mother’s corpse, stick with me, please me well, and your mother will survive!”
“Otherwise… well, get ready to collect your mother’s body!”
Diego sneered continuously, looking at Sherry Jones as if she was a scrumptious feast.
“Never! I would rather die than give in to you!”
Sherry Jones let out a desperate scream, and she moved towards the corner of the table, intending to hit against it.
“Want to die? It’s not that easy!”
Slap!
Diego grabbed Sherry Jones just in time, following with a slap across her face.
“You slut! I was speaking nicely to you, but you didn’t listen. Are you spoiling for a fight? Alright! Today, I’ll give it to you and let you experience purgatory!”
Diego mounted Sherry Jones, forcibly tearing at her clothes. Despite Sherry Jones’ desperate struggle, she couldn’t stop him.
Bang!
Just then, a loud sound echoed.
The next moment, a figure appeared next to Diego at a speed that naked eyes could barely follow.
“You’re courting death!”
White Mitchell, in fury, picked up Diego and slammed him against the wall.
Thump, thump, thump…
White Mitchell was banging Diego’s head against the wall continuously, causing Diego’s head to start bleeding profusely.
“Bro…”
Just then, a fragile voice from behind made an infuriated White Mitchell stop, his nose souring with emotion.
At this moment, Sherry Jones was crying, her emotions a mess. She never would have dreamed that White Mitchell, whom she once admired and deeply loved but now despised immensely, would appear at this time.
In an instant, Sherry Jones didn’t know how to face him.
“My dear, I…”
White Mitchell wanted to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat without being able to come out.
What use is sorry? Can it reverse the past? Could it bring back her deceased father? Would it erase all the hardship Squall had suffered?
Slap!
Sherry Jones hit White Mitchell across the face, “Why did you come back? My father’s already dead because of you. Are you here to ensure his sacrifice was in vain?”
Sherry Jones, with her voice choked by sobs, only had one thought: that White Mitchell should leave immediately.
Indeed, she hated him, but she also loved him deeply. Since he appeared in her life when she was ten, she was destined to give everything for him.
Hatred on her lips was ultimately no match for love in her heart.
“Bastard! You’re dead! Dead!
At this point, the blood-drenched Diego struggled to his feet, his face twisted in fury, and his eyes gleaming with madness.
However, as soon as he lunged forward, he was choked hold by White Mitchell and couldn’t move a bit.
Sherry Jones’s face went pale, she cried out in desperation, “No! Don’t kill him, he’s the son of the richest man in River North, Kingston Sabir!
I beg you, my father sacrificed his life to clear your name. If you kill him, my father’s sacrifice will be in vain. Do you still want to go to jail?
Please, listen to me, leave, get away from here, never to come back, okay?”
Sherry Jones pleaded tearfully. If anything happened to Diego today, the Sabir family absolutely won’t let White Mitchell off.
The best plan now is to let him leave as soon as possible, to get away from this dangerous place forever.
“Trust me, from now on, I will not let you suffer any injustice!” White Mitchell’s eyes reddened, and endless remorse flooded his mind.
Bang!
A loud bang!
An emotional White Mitchell slammed Diego, who was in his grip, against the wall again. The entire villa trembled.
Sherry Jones, in desperation, shouted at White Mitchell: “Stop it! What the hell are you trying to do?
Spare us, spare me! Leave, we don’t need you, go, get lost!!!”
