Female Novel
Chapter 115
The way he saw it, Heather was the best of women and a goddess among men. With trillions of dollarsto her name and the noble blood of the West in her veins, choosing her would be like choosing beauty,riches and status all at once. How could anyone measure up to the heights she had been to? YunMuqing might be good-looking even by national standards, but ultimately she was just a commoner.Surely a man of sound mind—no, even an idiot would know who to pick, unlike Chu Feng. Heather,though, did not react and simply asked, “You mean I’m supposed to ruin his family?”
Old Henry said without missing a beat, “No, Miss Heather. What you desire should always be yours. It’snot that you’re ruining his family, it’s that this woman has no right to what you desire. Of course, if youdon’t want to sully your hands, I can do it for you. I promise I will not leave a single trace.” He smileddelightedly, revelling in his supposed genius.
Unexpectedly, Heather sat and asked again, “Old Henry, how long have you served me?”
Old Henry quickly bowed in the Western way and looked at her with reverence, “Miss Heather, myfamily has served yours since my grandfather’s generation, for a total of 150 years. I, Old Henry, amhonored to be your obedient servant.”
Heather stretched lazily and yawned. “150 years? How loyal of you. Alright, in consideration of thisloyalty, I will spare you this time. If you ever harbor a single thought of betrayal against that Lord, don’tblame me when I take your life.” Heather shot Old Henry a glare that was as sharp and cold as a steelblade. novelbin
Old Henry shuddered and fell to his knees, “Never, never again. I beg your forgiveness.” In all his yearsof serving Heather, this was the first time he’d seen such a murderous aura emanate from her, and itterrified him to no end.
“Here’s another reminder for you—that man’s powerful enough to turn the Smith family to ash, and hecares about his family more than anything.” Heather shot him another apathetic glare, “Do use yourbrains and avoid offending him.”
“What?!” Old Henry gaped, thunderstruck. “T-Turn the family to ash? How is this possible?!” As theSmiths’ butler like his father and his father before him, Old Henry was well aware of how rich andpowerful this 300 year-old family was. They even had a private armed security force, with the battlepower that could compare to that of a small African nation. “W-Who is this man?!”
Heather’s expression became nostalgic. “Ashura.”
“Ashura? What Ashura?” Old Henry blurted out, then gasped when he caught on to her words. “TheAshura that single-handedly destroyed the Holy Temple and sacked the Western underworld?! TheKing of Hell, Lord Chu?!”
Three years ago, the Western underworld was crawling with evil, and the 200 year-old Holy Templewas the biggest threat of all. With a solid foundation and an alleged army of a hundred thousand men,the entire Western world was plunged into chaos and even the state armies had no choice but to bowdown. It was then that a legendary man, who called himself Ashura, wiped out over three hundredunderworld organisations all by himself in just three months. In the end, he’d even single-handedlydefeated the seven kings of the Holy Temple and executed ‘Satan’, the most powerful villain of theWest, and sacked the entire underworld. It was this legendary battle that shook the world and putAshura’s name on the map!
When Old Henry recalled that fiery, casualty-ridden Holy War and the indiscriminate way in which theKing of Hell, Lord Chu had cut down his enemies, he shuddered. Everyone in the underworld had
feared for their own lives when Chu Feng had drenched the place in blood. How could a measly Smithfamily be compared to a bloodthirsty god of war like him?
Heather took one glance at him and said again, “That’s why you must be respectful the next time yousee him.”
“Yes, of course. Understood.” Old Henry nodded furiously, his arrogance now replaced by fear andterror. “H-He’s legendary!”