Chapter 658: Chapter 658 - 658: Extra Thirty-Five: Fragrance of the Ink Plum (Thirty-three)

Harris Richie sat on a far-off single seater sofa.

Her legs were crossed, her hair was a bit messy, rudimentarily tied up, and her skin looked unhealthy, quite pale. You could still see the purple hand marks left on her neck by Amelia Smith.

Even so, she emanated an air of complete ease, casualness, and laziness.

She didn’t seem to care about her current situation at all, even enjoying observing the spectacle they presented.

Eleanor Smith stopped speaking upon hearing her laughter.

Amelia Smith also looked at her.

Harris Richie kept laughing.

Eleanor Smith asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“Don’t you find it amusing?” Harris Richie replied, laughing, “It’s too funny.”

“You must have a problem,” Eleanor Smith said, “I suggest that you see a psychologist. It’s acceptable if you’re sick, but don’t hold up others.”

“Hold up others? Who have I held up?” Harris Richie replied with a laugh still on her face, “And what can you do even if I have held you up?”

Eleanor Smith was speechless, she had never encountered such audacious people before.

“Do you think there’s no one in this world who can control you?” Amelia Smith snapped.

Raising her eyebrows, Harris Richie looked at Amelia Smith with interest, “Younger sister, do you actually think you can do something to me by keeping me here for a few days? Do you dare to kill me?”

Amelia Smith fell silent.

Harris Richie chuckled: “I know that you have some power, which is why you confident enough to hold me here. But let me tell you, as long as I don’t die, you’ll never be able to do anything to me.”

“Is that so?” responded Amelia Smith in a cold voice.

“Of course.” Richie uncrossed her legs, leant back into the sofa and further explained, “Dear sister, some powers are far beyond your imagination. Your understanding and the world you see don’t support such insights.”

Amelia Smith’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“There’re forces that people like you will never comprehend or witness.” Richie said, “The most you can do is to confine me here for a few days. These people of yours… will very soon meet a pathetic fate, far worse than those outside in the courtyard.”

“Kill her! The little slut!” Mrs. Turner cursed, “God knows which man she hooked up with to attract these wild men… ah!”

James Lane stood behind Amelia Smith all the while, indifferent and silent.

But hearing someone curse at Amelia Smith, he sprang into action, appearing next to Mrs. Turner in an instant, and with a quick move, dislocated her jaw.

Mrs. Turner gave out a horrific shriek, her mouth agape and letting out a monotonous sound, unable to articulate words.

Amelia Smith glanced at her before retracting her gaze and went upstairs with Eleanor Smith.

The two of them found the documents according to Sofia Smith’s instructions, bagged them and went downstairs.

“Should we take some clothes?” Eleanor Smith asked.

Amelia Smith thought for a moment and said: “Let’s buy new ones.”

“Good.”

The two went downstairs and completely ignored the people in the living room, planning to leave without any delay.

Arguing with such people would not lead to any results.

Every extra word spoken or heard would be a waste of time.

Just as they were about to leave the living room, the man guarding the courtyard entrance rushed in. He saluted Amelia Smith, then turned to James Lane, “Boss, the Richie family has summoned Hedrick Skyler.”

Hearing this name, Harris Richie, sitting in the living room, burst into laughter again.

Amelia Smith turned to look at her.

Harris Richie got up and walked towards Amelia Smith but not too close, apparently fearing that Smith would lash out at her again: “I told you. You can’t hold me here for even a few days.”

“Have you ever considered that by doing this, you’re dragging the people who are protecting you behind the scenes into this?”

Harris Richie laughed as if she had heard a joke, as well as mocking Amelia Smith’s naive ignorance: “Drag down? Who’s dragged down? Who has the ability? You’re too naive. I dare to do these because I’m confident that I can handle these. Straightforwardly speaking, I’m different from you lot.”

Amelia Smith chuckled lightly and looked at James Lane.

James Lane nodded, then turned to the man who had reported, “How many people did they bring?”

“Twice as many as we have. They have surrounded us.”

This area was devoid of households, and houses were being built.”,”

That time Sofia Smith felt that this place was close to the county town and had a good location, so she bought a piece of land here and built a two-story building.

Now, the surroundings are mostly vacant houses, or houses only with foundations laid, and not many people lived there.

So even such a huge commotion had not attracted much attention.

William Lane’s people were all low profile, controlling everyone in the courtyard. They chased away the cars on the road outside, and the guards were also inside the courtyard.

But the people brought by Hedrick Skyler were incredibly high-profile.

Eleanor Smith tightly grabbed Amelia Smith’s hand: “Amelia.”

Amelia Smith squeezed her hand in response.

James Lane said, “Let them in.”

“Yes.”

Harris Richie did not approach them, but laughed: “They brought twice as many people. Are you sure you still want to stand off? Speak now, so you would suffer less.”

James Lane took out his phone to send a message.

Eleanor Smith whispered, “Amelia, their family seems to be very powerful. Will we be in danger?”

“No,” Amelia Smith said.

“But they have more people.”

“It’s okay,” Amelia Smith said, “James can take on ten at a time.”

“Is he that good?” Eleanor Smith looked towards James Lane.

James Lane also looked over, then nodded heavily, a hint of pride suddenly appeared on his usually expressionless face.

Eleanor Smith felt slightly relieved, raised her hand to give him a thumbs-up.

Hedrick Skyler and Mr. Richie swaggered over.

Seeing the two of them, Harris Richie, who had been on alert, detoured around Amelia Smith and immediately ran towards them: “Daddy, godfather.”

Seeing his daughter in that condition, Mr. Richie’s eyes welled up: “My dear, how did you end up like this? Daddy came too late, and you suffered.”

“Dad, I’m fine,” Harris Richie said with a smile.

The Turner family seeing this, immediately rushed to Hedrick Skyler and their group.

Mrs. Turner’s jaw was dislocated, and she kept drooling, but she was still talking.

She pointed at Amelia Smith and Eleanor Smith, slurred, “Them! It was them! They hit Harris! Kill them quickly!”

Hedrick Skyler looked at them, glaring, “Was it you who hit my god-daughter?”

James Lane looked at him: “What about it? What do you want to do?”

“What do I want?” Hedrick Skyler sneered, “I adore this girl. You dared to lay hands on her. Today, none of you will leave here.”

“You’re being rather presumptuous.” William Lane’s voice came from the entrance.

Everyone turned to look at William Lane.

Dressed in a neatly ironed suit with an upright figure and gentle yet cold countenance, William Lane walked into the yard with a square food box in hand, heading towards Amelia Smith.

Hedrick Skyler and Mr. Richie were observing him, impressed by his extraordinary temperament. For a moment, they exchanged a knowing look.

William Lane walked up to Amelia Smith as though no one else was there, handed her the food box, and said, “Fruit platter, want some?”

Amelia Smith smiled at him and said, “I’ll wash my hands first.”

“Sure.”

The crowd, “……???”

Are you really going to ignore us like that?