She knew it was very important to butter up people. Everyone enjoyed it, not excepting Reginald.
"Heh, is it true?"
Reginald gave a meaningful chuckle in a low voice, and Heloise was not sure whether he believed it or not. The pistol whirled handsomely around his fingertips, and he retrieved it from her forehead, and tossed it to Ben.
"Let's go to Hyacinth Garden."
Finally, he had left.
Heloise lifted the peaked cap on her head and glanced toward Reginald's back.
The light of the night market was colorful and chaotic, illuminating Reginald's tall back shadow, with the illusion of a hellish demon reappearing on earth.
Heloise's legs suddenly got a little weak.
This man was horrible.
But wait a minute.
Hyacinth Garden?
Was he going to Hyacinth Garden?
Heloise's brain went blank. If he went back now, he would realize she wasn't even there. Would she be killed by him?
But she could not flee and hide. Because if she fled, it would be harder to survive, and she would be hunted by Reginald, let alone get revenge on Brook's family.
She couldn't put herself in such a bad situation.
What should she do now?
Heloise watched the large group of bodyguards leave after Reginald and Ben, reaching up and biting her nails. A light swept across her eyes and she quickly swooped behind the stall.
Keeping her waist low, she darted agilely behind the stalls and ran out of the snack market ahead of Reginald's troops.
Outside the snack market, five or six super luxury cars were parked there.
The drivers got off and waited in front of the doors.
Heloise bowed and quietly touched over, avoiding their line of sight, and randomly opened the trunk of a car and hid herself inside, then closed the cover.
She breathed a small sigh of relief as she ducked in.
There was still a slight chance of struggling to survive if she followed Reginald's car troops to go back to Hyacinth Garden.
"Mr. Wordsworth, get in please."
In the open air, Ben stepped forward and pulled the door of one of the cars open, keeping a respectful watch.
Reginald had a hot towel to wipe his hand that had just fired the gun as he walked, and when he walked to the car door, his gaze suddenly became certain, and he turned his eyes to glance to the side, his thin lips hooked up into a meaningful arc, "I'll get in that one."
Ben froze. Why did he suddenly want to change?
"Yes."
Ben didn't dare to have doubts and hurriedly ran over, opening the car door for Reginald.
Heloise sat curled up in the dark trunk, and she felt close to an emotional breakdown when she heard the movement of Reginald getting into the car that she was in.
It was the first time she had run out of Hyacinth Garden today and she had run into Reginald at the snack night market, and she had even managed to right hide in the trunk of the car that Reginald was in.
Should it be said that her luck was unbeatable?
Luckily, though, the people in the car didn't notice her existence.
The car slowly started up.
"Mr. Wordsworth, please give me special credit and I'll seek out a more suitable lady for you again."
Ben, sitting in the copilot's seat, looked back at Reginald, closing his eyes to rest on the back.
Reginald, sitting in the center of the back seat, with a languid look, his long legs folded, a handsome face not angry but stern, said, "Don't look for such a bitch any more as tonight, and she was too contrived."
Heloise cowered in the trunk, not daring to move.
"I will find someone to your satisfaction this time. " Ben was there carefully watching Reginald's face, "I wonder if Mr. Wordsworth has any special needs for the lady, as she must be gentle, well-built, or passionate?"
At that, Reginald opened his eyes and turned his face sideways and glanced behind him in the direction of the trunk, a darkness tinting his eyes, "Someone with mental disorder."
"Huh?"
Ben froze.
"..."
Heloise's eyes widened at Reginald's words, and she thought this guy's fetishes were really different. Was she hearing the top secret of the top person in the PHOENIXFELL Empire?
Reginald slowly retracted his gaze, looking down at the tattoo between the thumb and the index finger of his right hand.
His fingertips brushing over the antlers, his voice low and sinister, "I've found that I have a more physical desire for the woman in Hyacinth Garden than I do for that bitch at the night market tonight."