Haylan was experiencing an inexplicable sensation deep inside him.
He had worked with many beautiful women when he was carrying out missions bnefore.
However, he had never felt like this.
Especially after kissing Reign, his heart began to race, and his face turned red too, his ears hot.
These were unfamiliar feelings that he had never experienced before.
He stared at Reign.
Although he could not see Reignâs expression, from his angle, he could see that her neck and ears were red.
Different from a mischievous, domineering and cunning Reign, she appeared more nervous, shy, fragile, and sensitive when he kissed her.
Seeing her like this, Haylan reminisced about the time he spent overseas with Reign The image of her bathing in the pool kept playing in his mind, and he couldnât shake it off.
His heart was thudding violently at the memory.
Although Reign had her head lowered, she could sense Haylan staring at her, but she didnât dare to raise her head. Her heart was pounding like thunder, and her face and ears were red and hot.
Despite the awkward quietness, there was still a hint of happiness between them.
They stood quietly, feeling closer to each other.
It was as if there was a gravitational force that was drawing them closer.
âMs. Labenz, what a surprise! It seems weâre really fated to meet again so soon.â
As they stood there in silence feeling the sweetness in the tranquility, a very annoying voice disrupted the atmosphere. Horace appeared on the deck with a smile. ruining the beautiful moment.
Reign took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in her heart, trying to calm down. Then, she turned around and glared at Horace and roared, âI donât want to talk to you. Get lost!â
This guyâs appearance was really a damper to the romantic atmosphere.
Horace was taken aback, little expecting the first word out of Ms. Labenzâs mouth was like that.
He had just appeared and hadnât said anything wrong, but why was Reign so rude to him?
âHaylan, letâs go.â
Reign decided she couldnât be bothered with Horace, Having said that to Haylan, she braced herself to leave.
âHold on there!â
Horaceâs gaze turned cold. He stopped in front of Reign and said in a deep voice, âMs. Labenz, donât be so impolite, maybe one day weâll be friends or something.
Youâve been giving me cold reception time and time again. This makes me very very much unwellâ
He had already met Reign for the third time. But never had once their meeting ended happily, which upset him.
Now, at the top floor of the yacht, the deck, people around them were all rarely seen VIPâs or personages of prominence.
Those dignitaries were standing on the deck, taking in the scenery, sipping coffee, or making conversation.
Yet Reign remained frosty under such circumstances, and even told him to get lost. How could Horace tolerate this? And if he did not do something to fight back, his dignity would be further damaged.
âSo, youâre trying to threaten me like your subordinates?â Reign asked.
âMs. Labenz, I think there must be some misunderstanding between me, or, youâve misunderstood me. I never intended to threaten you. And Iâve never offended you, right? Itâs you who always treated me with such a manner, and you even told me to get lost, so I suppose youâre the one guilty, arenât you?â Horace said.
âThen what do you want?â
âWhen faced a man youâve met no more than three times, you should at least be a little polite and respectful of that man, isnât it?â
âAlright, then please get lost, intoned Reign flatly.
Horace was rendered speechless.
Hearing Reignâs words, Horaceâs face darkened.
He was lost in bitter thought.
He, as the young heir of Zabel family, was tall, handsome, and wealthy. He had conquered many celebrities with his status, looks, and stature. Even some renowned beauties had fallen for him would put themselves at his mercy.
But why this woman seemed so different? He seemed so weak before her.
Horace was a little angry, but a flicker of anticipation began to soil in his mind.
âIt would be more interesting to conquer such a beauty!â he thought to himself silently.
He revealed a smile that he thought was very handsome and said, âMs. Labenz, these three Swan Cruises were also built by our Zabel family and they would cost an ordinary rich man a leg and an arm. Now since youâre sitting on my Zabel family ship and are a guest, liâs not very apt ofr you to be so rude to me, the host, right?â
Ive already used the word âplease.â
Reign said in a frigid voice, her face impassive, âMr. Horace, even as the host, you canât restrict your guestsâ freedom. So please step aside!â
Horace remained silent, his face cold.
A brawny man behind him stood up, speaking coldly, âMs. Labenz, Mr. Horace is being magnanimous. Donât be ungrateful.
This man stood 6.5 tall, exuding an imposing aura. His very being radiated terrifying pressure.
His gaze was as sharp as a knife staring coldly at Reign.
Reignâs face darkened as she looked at Horace, wondering if he was going to stop the man or not.
Horace made no move to stop him.
It was obvious that he wanted to intimidate Reign and make her submit.
âIs this how the Zabel family treats their guests, Mr. Horace?â Reign taunted with a slight furrow.
Horace didnât respond, only staring coldly at Reign.
If she insulted him repeatedly, he thought, why should he treat her with etiquette? He had already given her many chances.
The brawny man said coldly, âThe Zabel family have always repaid their beneficiaries as well as enemies. If the guest is magnanimous, weâll naturally entertain them lavishly. But if the guest is too rude, heâll be welcomed with our hunting Tilles.â
His voice was cold, loud, and buzzing.
Reign grasped the threat in his words.
Horace decided to use his old trick if manners wouldnât work, heâd resort to violence!
This man even mentioned âhunting riflesâ, clearly treating her as an enemy.
Haylanâs gaze turned cold as he stood before Reign, speaking in a deep voice, âSo youâre threatening us?â
Only then did Horace notice Haylan. His eyes were cold and contemptuous as he said, âYouâre just a security guard. Who else do you think you are? Iâm talking to Ms. Labenz. It is not right for you, a lowly peasant, to interrupt our conversation, understand?â
âIf you continue nagging at me, believe it or not, Mr. Horace, Iâll throw you into the sea to feed the fishâ
After boarding the ship, he investigated Reign and Haylanâs backgrounds. He learned Haylan used to be Reignâs security teamâs leader, now her bodyguard.
So Horace despised Haylan even more, thinking he was superior to Haylan and didnât take him seriously at all.
âLowly peasant?â Haylanâs gaze turned frosty, feeling insulted.
Horace smiled coldly. With disdain, he said âCharlie Jaber came from Leistonâs mountains. In the 1970s, he and his parents moved to Lightdom City, settling in the slums. His ancestors were poor peasants for three generations!
Charlie Jaberâs son, Haylan Jaber, with high school educational qualifications. Spent eight years abroad, information unknown. Now serving as the leader of Mapleturz Groupâs security team.
Haylan Jaber, with your background and profession, if youâre not a lowly peasant, what are you?
A destitute peasant like you, whose ancestors are all farmers, are not qualified to participate in a gathering of nobility like us, let alone on the same boat.
You know what, just the aura of poverty on your body makes me nauseous. So youâd better stay away from me.
Werenât it for Ms. Labenzâs sake, you wouldnât even board this ship.â
Though familiar with Haylanâs background, he remained arrogant and contemptuous, coldly said, âPoor dick. Even as the department head of Mapleturz Groupâs security department, youâre still no more than a homeless dog in my eyes!â
âYouâd better shut up now. Otherwise, Iâll throw you into the sea right away!
I hate people pointing at me!â Haylanâs eyes were cold. Without further ado, he grabbed Horaceâs finger and broke it.
Crack!
A crisp sound was heard, and Horaceâs finger was broken instantly.
âAhhh!â Horaceâs expression changed drastically as he let out a heart-wrenching scream, which shuddered the gentlemen.
around them.