Chapter-73: Jessica Lark has her pride and will never be a mistress
I don't know how many people are paying attention to our whereabouts. There are people ahead waiting for us to deliver goods. Your idea of killing people to silence them will not work."
Man in brown: ...speechless…
(A fugitive doing business do you believe this?) "Who are you?" He just wanted to know what cards she had in her hand. "I am Wendy Lark from the second branch of the Lark family." She spoke frankly. It was useless to be afraid now.
If they were a little weak, a catastrophe would be waiting for them. The man in brown couldn't tell her depth and didn't dare to act rashly. "Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm so scared that my hands are shaking." Wendy Lark performed a scene of shaking her hands wildly in public, leaving everyone confused. After a while, she slowly said, "How about I give you five hundred coins as hard work fee and call it a day?"
The brown clothed man looked at her steadily, weighing the pros and cons in his mind, "One thousand coins plus Jessica Lark, and I'll spare your lives." Wendy Lark's guess was confirmed. It was indeed a planned action.
She said that a tall tree attracts the wind, and the more famous Jessica Lark's past reputation was, the more dangerous he would be. In the past, she was so awe inspiring that countless men coveted her.
Now, she can be played with at will, greatly satisfying men's perverted desire for conquest. Jessica Lark looked ashen, deeply regretting her arrogance. Why did she have to strive for a reputation for talent?
Why did she have to fight for nothing? She blocked other people's way, stole other people's limelight, won a great reputation, and naturally attracted countless covetous people.
The man in brown came over, and his attitude became a little more polite. "Miss Jessica Lark, follow me. We will be well dressed and well fed. That person will not treat you unfairly."
Jessica Lark felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over her head and she was shivering from head to toe. "A daughter of the Lark family will never be a mistress."
If that man had any sincerity in his heart, he would have found a way to save her and then proposed to her openly, instead of pretending to be a bandit to rob people like now, completely disregarding her reputation and future.
The man in brown had an unhappy look on his face. "Being a pampered mistress with a man to love her is a hundred times better than being a displaced exiled criminal." Jessica Lark has her own pride, even if she falls to this point, she will never become anyone's mistress.
She has no name or status, and her children are not recognized, let alone recorded in the family tree. To put it bluntly, it is a toy that can be discarded at any time. "I would rather die." She would rather die in glory than live in disgrace.
The subordinates of the man in brown clothes said impatiently, "Boss, stop talking nonsense with them and take them away quickly. Anyone who dares to stop us will be killed on the spot."
The Lark family members turned pale upon hearing this, and Sander Lark even urged them loudly.
"Niece, why don't you go with them? There's nothing to be afraid of as a mistress. As long as you are favored, you can enter the family. Once you enter the family, you will have the opportunity to become a regular wife."
Once you become a noble, you can help your natal family and excuse them from guilt. Jessica Lark's eyes turned red with anger. "Third Uncle, your hand is broken. Are your bones also broken? Your last name is Lark, and you are a member of the Lark family."
Sander Lark was also very angry, "How can you talk like that? I'm doing this for your own good..." The two of them started arguing in public, talking back and forth. The man in brown watched with interest.
If the Lark family offered their daughter voluntarily, they would have no trouble. Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him as if something cold and hard was pressing against him. A cold voice rang out.
"Don't move. My hands are very unstable and it's easy to puncture your aorta. Do you know what the aorta is? It's the most vital part of a person's body. If it's punctured, you'll die."
The man in brown turned his head in disbelief, only to see Wendy Lark holding a Kitchen knife and pointing it at his vital points. He was both angry and furious. How could a powerless woman dare to threaten him?
"Wendy Lark, you are so brave, you are dead...ah." With a scream, he looked at his bleeding right arm in disbelief, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily. He could never have imagined that a weak woman would actually dare to use a knife.
What was even more shocking was that Wendy Lark didn't even blink after she chopped him down, and even smiled sweetly at him, "I'm sorry, I'm a coward, and I can't control my hands when I'm frightened."
A chill rushed to his head, and the man in brown shivered. This is a madman! A madman dares to do anything! "Do you... know who my master is?" When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins.
The man in brown actually showed his cowardice. Wendy Lark was full of vigor and said, "I don't know, but he must be a bastard who is obsessed with sex and treats human life as worthless." She cursed so harshly that the man in brown gasped.
How could she dare to curse a prince so brazenly? The King was above her, so she wasn't afraid at all? "My master can kill you as easily as crushing an ant. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, you might be able to keep your body intact."
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