She Lives without Regret in This Life Chapter 1474 - 1544: Silence Them All

"Shut up." Daives slapped him hard. "That’s our little master. If you dare to ntion a word again, I will kill you."

"I don’t dare, I don’t dare..." The slap loosened his teeth. "How... how did it co to this? Didn’t we kidnap him before? Aren’t we dood then?"

"That’s why we need to find a way to make it right, or we are truly dood." Daives sighed, looking at the opposing box with a complex emotion in his eyes.

Soone who used to kneel and beg for rcy in front of him now had beco soone he had to look up to and beg from.

"Let’s go." He was initially qualified to attend the auction, although only on the first floor. But now that the master was here, without permission, he had absolutely no right to show up.

"Yes, yes!"

In the compartnt, Beiate casually said, "I think Daives isn’t that bad, don’t be mad. After all, kidnapping your son didn’t cause actual harm."

The Duke abruptly stood up upon hearing that, "Go... get rid of Daives for ." How dare he kidnap his son, it’s simply courting death.

"Wait, don’t get angry." Beiate quickly stopped him. "He didn’t know back then, right? Even you weren’t aware, can you really bla him?"

This comnt turned the Duke’s handso face iron-blue. Only Beiate would dare say such a thing to him in all of England.

Amber gave Beiate a reproachful look. Why does the Earl always do this? He just loves to provoke the Duke for no reason.

"I heard that my little nephew suffered a lot back then, he was even picking up trash to sell with that guy across the way!"

As soon as Beiate finished speaking, a sound of a table being slamd ca from the box, "Go! Silence everyone who knew about this back then."

"Yes." Amber went out to give an order and then returned to the box.

"Can you say a little less?" the Duke said indifferently to Beiate.

"Fine, I’ll say less, I’ll say less." Beiate raised his hands in surrender.

"I have a task for you."

"Okay, tell ."

"Go invite Xu here, I want to have a talk with him."

"Alright!" Beiate leaped off with excitent, "He’s a dear friend of mine, let tell you, back when he was in S Country..." He rambled on again, making the Duke’s brow slightly furrowed.

If it weren’t for his noble upbringing and gentlemanly deanor, he would have already asked soone to escort Beiate out.

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The global art auction was scheduled to start punctually at eight, but at seven thirty-five, two people were quickly walking in the direction of the red-light district near the port.

They eventually disappeared at the end of an alley.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from a nearby bar on the left side. However, on the streets of M Country, especially in the chaotic red-light district, this was a normal occurrence. The people who were reveling wouldn’t pay attention to it. Even if they heard it, they were used to it.

In the bar box, Julian looked at the gun in his hand in horror.

He clearly fired it just now, so why didn’t he hit? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

But before he could figure it out, soone on the other side punched him to the ground, followed by kicks, each more forceful than the last, breaking his ribs and causing multiple fractures throughout his body.

"Help..." Julian let out a painful wail, "Who... who are you? I can pay, I can buy my life. Whatever others are offering, I’ll pay double."