Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 824 - 822: Never Suffered Such Hardship

"Then you..."

"Finn won't harm people randomly. Although it looks terrifying, considering it's been with Billy for many years, I'm gradually learning to adapt to it. Sister Florence, you just woke up, you must be hungry, right? Come on, let's go downstairs, I'll make you something to eat." Camila Ruiz stood up warmly and also pulled the little beauty up.

With nothing but men around here, it's rare to have female company, Camila Ruiz is very gracious not to mind that the little beauty becomes unreasonable whenever she meets Billy, only caring about that pitiful nature of Billy Horne.

When she opened the door, the little beauty saw that Finn was indeed still outside the room, and instinctively held Camila Ruiz's hand tightly, wanting to hide behind her.

"Don't be afraid." At this moment, Camila Ruiz was still having chills down her spine; relying on the fact that she arrived a day earlier, she had to tightly protect the little beauty behind her, and then cautiously spoke to Finn in a flattering manner: "Finn, we're coming out, would you move a bit? Your master has already returned, he's just downstairs, he won't blame you for letting us out."

Finn looked at Camila Ruiz with gentle eyes, but when it looked at the little beauty, there was always a bit of coldness.

When it received the plea in Camila Ruiz's eyes, Finn silently turned its body, rolling down the stairs.

Camila Ruiz breathed a sigh of relief, her heart filled with gratitude for this spirit snake.

The little beauty muttered lowly, "Such a big snake, if you slaughter it, it could be eaten for several days."

Camila Ruiz hurriedly turned her head and said to her, "Sister Florence, don't say such things. If Billy hears it, he'll surely throw you to Finn to sleep with it. Billy treasures it a lot."

While snakes are scary, they're still a living being, and Camila Ruiz wasn't cruel enough to want to harm a living creature.

Perhaps the little beauty's upbringing was different, so her nature was naturally different from Camila Ruiz.

"Just speaking casually, the young master's pet, I'll naturally revere like a god." The little beauty chuckled softly.

Her thoughts revolved around Jimmy Horne, and she couldn't possibly destroy what Jimmy cared about?

As the two girls chatted, they made their way downstairs.

Downstairs, there was only Jimmy Horne and Iceberg No. 1.

Iceberg No. 1 had a gunshot wound on his left leg, making it inconvenient for him to move, so he didn't go out.

Jimmy Horne sat there with a cold demeanor, lost in thought.

"Jimmy, Sister Florence is awake."

Camila Ruiz regarded Iceberg No. 1 as invisible. This iceberg was too detestable; last night, he even carried a machine gun and fired at her and Jimmy. She pulled the little beauty to Jimmy Horne's side.

The little beauty cautiously scanned the surroundings, noticing the injury to Iceberg No. 1's left leg and the many small holes on the dining table not far away. She couldn't help but be curious and tried to see why the table had so many little holes. Just as she was about to bend down, Jimmy Horne's low, indifferent voice came: "You better not touch anything here!"

The little beauty's movement froze in midair. She turned to look at Jimmy Horne, who was sitting on the sofa, motionless, not even giving her a glance. In less than a minute, she respectfully responded, "Yes, young master."

Then she naturally walked back to Jimmy Horne and once again respectfully said, "Sister Florence greets the young master."

Jimmy Horne lifted his eyes, those depths were unfathomable, glinting with cold light and detachment, making Camila Ruiz standing beside him secretly alarmed. His change was very quick.

"I am not your young master."

Jimmy Horne stared at the little beauty for a full two minutes before coldly squeezing out a sentence.

The little beauty had not officially joined the Leiyanmen, and wasn't one of his people.

The little beauty remained respectful, her tone firm, "Sister Florence will become someone of the Leiyanmen sooner or later."

Jimmy Horne didn't respond.

Recruitment for the Leiyanmen was solely handled by an elder. Those without utilitarian value or self-worth would not be accepted.

Whether the little beauty will join in the future, he couldn't decide.

"Young master, can I ask you a few questions? Why did you knock me out and bring me here?"

Jimmy Horne didn't answer, instead he turned to Camila Ruiz, his gaze immediately turning from cold to warm, a slight teasing smile hung on his lips, making his handsome appearance even more charming, a low, slightly hoarse voice escaped his parted lips: "Naughty Camila, I'm starving to death..." He only said half a sentence, then looked pitifully at Camila Ruiz.

Sitting quietly nursing his injury not far away, Iceberg No. 1 nearly fell off his chair when he heard Jimmy Horne's words.

He widened his eyes at Jimmy Horne.

This guy, this expression, seemed...oh dear, he lacked the words to describe it.

The little beauty responded the quickest: "Young master, I'll make you something to eat."

Though she's been studying at school, she's also prepared for the future to follow the young master. Practical skills, cooking and meal preparation, she's learned it all, and her cooking skills are quite decent. Upon hearing the young master speak like a child about being hungry, she immediately volunteered to cook something for the young master.

Camila Ruiz's bright eyes twinkled between Jimmy Horne and the little beauty, then she smiled oddly: "Sister Florence, let's go together." Then she pulled the little beauty towards the kitchen.

Jimmy Horne glared at her with displeasure, not liking her odd smile, as if there was something between him and the little beauty.

Heaven knows there was something between him and her, and he wasn't interested in the little beauty at all.

Syrena, A City.

Colson Consortium.

In the CEO's Office, Joseph Colson still wore his deep blue suit, sitting at his black and red crescent-shaped desk, with a somewhat audacious demeanor. Clearly businesslike, yet with movements so indulgent, he seemed always wanting to break something.

Standing three steps away in front of him were two black-clad bodyguards, their faces lowered respectfully.

"How is he now?"

Joseph Colson casually reached for a black pen on the desk, playing with it in his hand, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing of his emotions.

Although not particularly tall, he always exuded a captivating aura, perhaps because he was born in the Colson family; nurtured from childhood in wealth, he developed a noble and captivating presence.

The two black-clad bodyguards were very much in awe of him, not daring to lift their eyes unless he spoke.

By "he", Joseph naturally referred to his half-brother Charles Colson.

Charles had been driven out by him this morning, with men arranged to watch him 24/7.

"Master, the arrangements you made were flawless, Second Master was turned away by all relatives, none of his former friends or classmates dared to take him in, he's been hungry for a day."

When Charles was kicked out, he was penniless.