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Three days later.
Arthur Easton woke up in the intensive care unit, opened his eyes, and some memories flooded into his mind. That night, the bar felt...
In the bar, a slender woman was being harassed. He was about to step in and pull her away, when unexpectedly, a bottle was thrown at him.
His head throbbed with pain.
The man had silver-grey hair with a gem stud in his ear, and a small tattoo, his head still wrapped in bandages.
Under the light, his features were faintly visible, handsome.
Only now, his face looked pale and sickly.
"Second Young Master."
"Second Young Master, you're awake?"
"Oh, you've finally woken up... boohoo, I thought I was going to die!!" The assistant beside him cried with joy, "Master Xi said if you didn't wake up, he'd take me... Oh, it's good that you're awake, thank goodness."
"Shut up." Arthur's light purple pupils glared at him, "This young master's fate is strong, how could I die like that? Leave now."
So damn noisy!
