Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 221 The Threatened Young Lady

Chapter 221 The Threatened Young Lady

Lorne's "kind" smile startled the long-haired woman with dark green hair, and then a surge of anger rose to her head from feeling offended.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" she shrieked. "Let go of my hand right now! Now!"

That look in his eyes—is he a newly initiated extraordinary being, someone who considers himself superior to ordinary people and has a strong sense of superiority when facing ordinary people? Lorne's smile remained unchanged, but his left hand, which was holding her wrist, did not move an inch.

Hazel struggled, and the force from her wrist made her expression change.

How is that possible?

This person is incredibly strong!

"Let go! Let go! You rude bastard, let me go!" She began to struggle violently, and her other hand came up to help push and rub Lorne.

Just as she exerted all her strength and was about to collapse, Lorne suddenly let go.

"what!"

With a short gasp, she fell heavily to the ground.

"Not high rank. Not the type that excels in combat."

Lorne looked down at her, instantly making a judgment. Her rank was low, and she had absolutely no combat experience.

While she was still dazed from falling to the ground, Lorne raised his camera again, aiming it at her embarrassed appearance, her face flushed and her hair disheveled.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Hmm, nice visuals."

"No, don't film me! What—what do you want to do?!" Hazel covered her face with her hands, trembling with shame and indignation. This was the first time in her life she had suffered such humiliation!

"What do I want to do? I'd like to ask you what you want to do, Miss Thief."

"I'm not a thief!" Hazel retorted loudly.

"Not a thief?" Lorne held up the camera in his hand and waved it gently in front of her. "Then what about these photos?"

"Give me!"

Hazel lunged forward, trying to snatch the camera back. But Lorne simply sidestepped, easily dodging her attack.

"Damn it! Do you even know who I am?!"

After realizing that she had been taken advantage of, Hazel questioned him loudly.

"My father is—"

"Morley Macht".

She had only spoken halfway when Lorne finished the rest for her.

"You—" Hazel's face showed undisguised surprise.

How did you know?

"Why don't I just ask around and find out?" Lorne thought to himself, but outwardly he still pretended to be profound.

"It's a secret~"

"I've heard that your father is a highly respected Member of Parliament."

He picked up the newspaper that had fallen to the ground and said in a teasing tone, "Miss Macht, what do you think will be the best headline news in tomorrow's major newspapers?"

"Is it 'Shocking! A respected Member of Parliament was found to be keeping a thief in his home'?"

"Or is it that 'The Macht Family is actually a large criminal family'?"

"Such sensational news, I think all the major newspapers would be scrambling to get it!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "If this gets out, your father's political career will be—ha, what do you think?"

"You—you're threatening me!" Hazel shouted. "Aren't you afraid of me—"

"Are you afraid I'll call the police?" Lorne interrupted her. "Are you trying to cry wolf?"

"Miss, you need to get this straight. I am the victim."

"You—" Hazel was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, she was clearly the one being threatened and the weaker party. Yet, she was utterly helpless against the man before her.

First, she did steal the other person's things, and she had no grounds for complaint at all.

Secondly, she wasn't thick-skinned enough to argue with the other person.

Third, and most importantly, she couldn't beat him either.

"Who exactly are you?" Hazel's voice trembled slightly. "Are you trying to use this to threaten my father?"

"No, no, no." Lorne extended his index finger and gently shook it.

"I have very legitimate reasons for doing this."

"You stole something from someone in Queens the other day, right?"

"Unfortunately," Lorne said, his tone still calm but sounding matter-of-fact, "that person is my friend."

"My friend has been robbed. As his friend, isn't it reasonable for me to help him catch the thief?"

Two days ago, Hazel recalled it. That day, she did indeed steal something from a young man.

At that time, she noticed some strange spiritual reactions in the young man. So, while the young man was playing with a large golden retriever, she quietly stole his things.

Unexpectedly, the owner's friend came to our door so quickly!

"What do you want?"

When the victim's friend came to her door with irrefutable evidence, Hazel's last bit of confidence vanished.

"It's simple." Lorne held up two fingers. "First, return what you stole from my friend, intact."

"Okay!" Hazel agreed without hesitation.

She wasn't short of money. The reason she stole things was simply to complete the assignment given by her teacher.

"Very good." Lorne nodded. "Then, the second one—"

"Delete the photos from the camera! No, give me the camera!" Hazel interrupted him urgently, her eyes fixed on the damned camera.

"What kind of camera?" Lorne asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Miss Macht, you stole my friend's things, and it's only right that they be returned to their rightful owner. As for this camera—it's my own property, something I bought at a high price."

He deliberately drew out his words and lovingly touched the camera casing:

"If you want this camera back, that'll be at a different price."

"You—" Hazel clenched her fists, trembling with anger.

Lorne looked up at the sky and said, "Bring everything you stole from my friend here at midnight tonight. As for the camera, we can talk about that later."

"If you don't come, I can't guarantee what kind of news will be in tomorrow's papers~"

After saying that, Lorne turned around and made a move to leave.

"Wait!" Hazel called after him, "Who are you?"

Um--..

Lorne stopped in his tracks, turned around, and gave her a slight, perfectly proper bow.

"James Scott. A traveler seeking pleasure."

"James Scott—" Heyle murmured, savoring the name.

I'll remember you.

"How did I do?"

On the way back, Lorne's playful smile gradually faded, and he asked the air behind him.

"You seem to be very skilled at this kind of thing," the bodyguard's ethereal voice came from behind him.

"No," Lorne explained, "This is actually the first time I've ever done something like this."

He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of ease mixed with a touch of malice he had just experienced, and added with a hint of self-deprecation:

"Perhaps it's talent, it feels pretty good."

"She might resort to other methods," Sharon cautioned.

"Possibly," Lorne nodded, "but as long as I have those photos, I'm invincible."

"That girl is a very proud rich girl. Someone like her would never dare to tell her family about something so shameful. She has to find a way to solve it herself."

"I feel—you're doing something terrible." Sharon's voice rang out again, still calm and even, but seemingly carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible undertone.

"Don't worry, I'm just teaching her a lesson. Besides, you're an accomplice in this too."