In an instant.
A scarlet handprint erged and began to swell rapidly.
Accompanied by a crisp slapping sound, and the sound of spitting blood and teeth...
The maid’s words vanished instantly.
The intense pain and dizziness caused her to collapse onto the ground.
The two guards showed no emotion, lifting the maid and leaving the reception hall under the gaze of the guests.
Krueger never glanced at the maid from beginning to end.
His expression was indifferent, without the slightest change in emotion.
To dispose of a maid was like slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Not only Krueger,
after Krueger sentenced the maid to death, those watching the spectacle resud their conversations as if nothing had happened.
As if the scene just now was rely a minor performance in a mourning ceremony!
Krueger took a step forward to stand before the young woman Yasmin, brazenly wrapping his arm around her waist.
Krueger looked down at Yasmin from above.
Due to the difference in height, the roundness and whiteness in front of evening-gown-clad Yasmin were fully captured by Krueger’s eyes.
Looking at Krueger’s handso face, his burly build, and inhaling the masculine scent emanating from him,
Yasmin spoke nervously and hesitantly, "Krueger, what are you doing?"
Krueger smiled once more, saying, "Didn’t the maid make you angry just now?"
"As your host, naturally I must offer Miss Yasmin my apologies!"
As he spoke,
Krueger exerted a little force with his arm, pulling Yasmin against him.
In an instant, Yasmin was tightly pressed against Krueger’s chest.
Feeling Krueger’s firm body, Yasmin couldn’t help but let out a warm breath.
She playfully said, "Krueger, just this won’t extinguish the fire inside !"
Krueger responded with a calm smile, "If you want to extinguish the fire, I do have sothing that could help?"
"However, it’s in my room... I’m not sure if Yasmin is interested?"
Without any hesitation, Yasmin replied, "Of course!"
Upon receiving Yasmin’s response, Krueger released her, extending his left hand gentlemanly in invitation...
At the edge, Boer and Holland watched as Krueger and Yasmin headed towards the depths of the castle.
Holland explained softly, "Lord Boer, that young woman is the eldest daughter of the owner of the silk shop in Kakasong City, Yasmin."
"With her unique supply channels and connections in Kakasong City, she controls the entire silk market in Kakasong City."
"Yasmin has been married twice, but her husbands both died mysteriously."
"People say she brings misfortune to her husbands!"
"Coming here this ti, it’s clear she’s looking to find a suitable husband under the guise of mourning."
Boer nodded in understanding.
Holland continued speaking, "The middle-aged man opposite Yasmin is the sixth son of Jonas, Krug Frank."
"Although the sixth son, his ability is the strongest within the entire Frank Clan."
"After Jonas’s death, he is highly likely to take over the entire Frank Clan."
"However, he has a hobby... enjoying the use of various tools to play with different won!"
With Holland’s words, Boer instantly understood the implications of ’playing.’
Boer turned slightly to glance at Hall, knowing his understanding of the Jonas Clan was indeed profound.
At this mont.
A guard stepped through the crowd, arriving in front of Boer and Hall.
The guard spoke, "Gentlen, Miss Janet wishes to see you."
Boer and Hall exchanged a glance.
Boer responded, "Alright."
The guard nodded, "Please follow ."
Following behind the guard, Boer and Holland left the reception hall.
Heading towards the corridor that Krueger and Yasmin had entered previously.
Within half a minute.
The sound of clapping and forcibly restrained growling emanated from a slightly ajar door.
Accompanied by what seed to be the sound of a whip?
Without diverting his gaze, Boer simply walked beside Holland, following the guard.
After turning several corners, Boer and Hall arrived at a set of double wooden doors.
The guard knocked on the door, speaking, "Miss, I’ve brought them!"
"Enter."
A woman’s voice ca from behind the wooden door.
Without hesitation, the guard pushed the door open lightly and stepped back, "Gentlen, please."
Boer and Holland stepped inside.
As they entered the room, its scene unfurled in front of Boer.
The wall lamps and corner oil lamps illuminated the entire room.
The spacious room was adorned with a soft wool carpet, and a sturdy walnut desk was piled with so brown leather-bound books.
The flickering yellow fla of a candle on the desk cast shadows on the face of a young woman... Janet.
Janet’s gaze fixed on Holland as she spoke, "Holland, it’s been a long ti."
"If my grandfather hadn’t told you went to the Church, I would have thought you were no longer in Kakasong City."
Holland spoke calmly, "I’ve been here all along."
They reminisced briefly.
Janet’s gaze shifted to Boer, "You must be Mr. Boer Hansen, right?"
Boer was slightly surprised, "Miss Janet knows ?"
Janet replied, "Mr. Boer, in such a short ti, you’ve rapidly accumulated wealth and organized local crop trading, establishing a trading association."
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