Godfery Shaw clearly didn't give Amelia Wright a chance to question.
With an indisputable tone, he said, "Get out of the car!"
Amelia's heart tightened.
In front of her was the Godfery Shaw she remembered from her past life, so cold that strangers dared not approach.
No matter how good he was to her, there was always a barrier; they could never truly connect.
Perhaps it was due to a childhood lacking love, Amelia disliked overly cold people, which led her to cling to Marsh Smith's surface-level tenderness.
At that moment, Amelia didn't lower herself to ask why.
Without a word, she pressed her lips together and opened the car door, stepping out.
As soon as she got out, the black car in front of her sped away, as if it didn't care about leaving her behind. The wind from the rapid movement lifted her hair, leaving her abandoned by the roadside.
When she was just willing to get close to someone, she was abandoned once again.
The slight warmth Godfery had brought her from the fire was blown away by the autumn wind, leaving her heart desolate once more.
Amelia laughed at herself, having already died once, why hadn't she learned her lesson?
In this world, she shouldn't get close to anyone; she only had herself.
Godfery Shaw doesn't love her; to him, she might just be a pet to keep when feeling good.
As long as she obediently listens, she's a pet that he doesn't allow anyone else to approach.
Amelia slowly walked along the roadside, finally waiting for a taxi.
She felt a bit tired and wanted to go home: "Driver, go to 32 Old District."
The taxi driver glanced at the pretty young lady and kindly warned, "Miss, the Old District is too chaotic. A pretty girl like you shouldn't go there; it's very dangerous."
Amelia whispered, "It's okay."
...
Meanwhile, in the car heading away from Imperial Garden.
The atmosphere inside the car grew increasingly oppressive.
Hailey Smith's muscles were tense, his back drenched in cold sweat as the speed increased.
With a sharp brake, the car stopped at Imperial Garden.
Hailey couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror, catching the gaze of the Young Master in an instant. Hailey felt like he was being stared down by a giant beast, possibly shredded to pieces the next moment, and his breath stopped instantly.
The miscellaneous people in Imperial Garden had already been cleared, leaving only Godfery Shaw's trusted aides.
Having received notification earlier, Basil Smith hurried forward. As he opened the car door, a violent aura surged forth, instantly dislocating Basil's arm.
Basil clutched his arm and quickly retreated, not even bothering to pick up his fallen glasses, seriously reminding those around, "Everyone take note, the Young Master's state is already out of control."
Hailey's back was drenched in cold sweat, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, are you crazy! Approaching Young Master now is suicidal."
Basil retreated to a safe distance, coldly eyeing Hailey in the driver's seat who was too stiff to get out: "Ha, you're really capable, letting the Young Master get hurt under your watch. If anything happens to him or if anyone notices, you might as well give up your role as a lackey."
Hailey's lackey legs trembled: "Brother, it was an accident, really an accident, I promise there won't be a next time, please think of a solution..."
Hailey had always prided himself on being a courageous and skilled subordinate by the Young Master's side, fearing neither heaven nor earth, except his brother.
Of course, fearing the Young Master doesn't count... because who isn't afraid of him...
A few trusted aides gradually closed in.
Blood continued to drip from Godfery Shaw's hand, his gaze sweeping over Basil and the others, bearing a sinister and evil look like it was stained with blood.
Looking at today's situation, it seemed impossible to resolve without causing harm to a few.
Hailey's mind sparked, and he suddenly shouted from inside the car, "Young Master, calm down! The Young Madam is still left by the roadside, we need to pick her up!"
Godfery's aura suddenly stalled.
The uncontrollable rage surprisingly receded by three points.