"The auction is about to start, Young Master should focus all his energy on this matter and must succeed in one stroke."
"Uncle Smith, where is she?"
"Young Master, you know I won’t tell you, so why do you still..."
"Where is she?"
With a bang, the car window seed to be heavily smashed by sothing, producing a muffled sound.
"Young Master, who... who are you fighting with now!" Jack Smith stared at the blood-red mark on the car window, first shocked, then angrily frowned.
Henry Dales seed not to notice the wound on his hand from the smash, nor the blood dripping down onto his white trousers. He tiredly closed his eyes, took a long breath, and hoarsely said, "Uncle Smith, tell , where is Scarlett?"
"If you truly want this bid to succeed, then tell , where on earth is she?"
"I can listen to you on any other matter, but not this one. You must not involve Scarlett."
Jack Smith frowned tightly, with anger in his eyes and his face extrely sullen, "If I don’t tell Young Master, what do you plan to do?"
Henry suddenly curved his lips into a smile and slowly opened his eyes.
When his eyes opened again, the anger previously shown in his eyes had disappeared completely.
His eyes only held a clear, indifferent gaze, as if he didn’t care about anything, a kind of indifferent disregard.
His tone was also light, slowly, and as if it didn’t matter at all, he said, "Then I can only miss the auction this ti."
Jack Smith was dumbfounded, his entire body shook with rage, "Young Master, are you threatening ?"
"If Uncle Smith is unwilling to tell, I have to find out myself." After saying this, Henry no longer looked at him and told the person in front, "Stop the car."
The car slowly ca to a stop.
Henry took his injured hand, opened the car door, and was about to get out.
"Young Master, what are you doing?" Jack Smith grabbed him, full of anger.
"What is Uncle Smith doing, don’t think you can break the rules just because you’ve been with the Dales Family for a long ti, let go."
Jack Smith’s face changed, gritting his teeth he spoke malevolently, "Young Master, I told you, that woman is trouble, she will ruin you sooner or later."
Henry glanced at him coldly, "If it ruins , I’m willing, it’s not for others to ddle."
"Young Master, get in the car first." After a mont of stalemate, seeing Henry soaked through in an instant by the rain, although angry, Jack Smith had to compromise considering his health.
"Where is she?" Henry just looked at him coldly and didn’t get in the car.
As if he wouldn’t give up until he got an answer.
Jack Smith stared angrily at his stubborn and persistent Young Master, sighed resignedly, "Young Master, get in the car, I’ll tell you."
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Scarlett Yates thought she was dead.
When she woke up from unconsciousness again, she thought she was probably dead.
With a splitting headache, the intense pain made her curl up uncontrollably, then her body trembled uncontrollably.
Despite waking up, due to excessive blood loss, her mind was still groggy.
It felt like a huge stone was pressing on her head, so heavy she couldn’t even lift it.
Cold, truly so cold.
Cold raindrops pounded on her body, soaking her clothes, soaking her hair, soaking her entirely.
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