Returning With A Thousand Favors

Chapter 313

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“Mr. Fermon?” Marina deliberately infused surprise into her tone.

“It’s me, the other party on the line provided a definite response.

“I wonder why Mr. Fermon is calling me. Don’t tell me you want to invite me over as a guest?” Marina asked nonchalantly, masking her true intentions.

“If that’s the case, Miss Bailey, would you honor me with your presence?” Mr. Fermon asked, his tone remaining tranquil.

“What do you think?” Marina snorted coldly, keeping her guard up.

“If Miss Bailey does not feel at ease, then let me visit you this time. Please provide an address, and I will come personally,” Mr. Fermon responded. His attitude underwent a dramatic change, revealing a new level of determination.

“Mr. Fermon, are you trying to mask your true intentions?” Marina seized the opportunity to mock him, well aware of the moves he had made behind the scenes.

“Miss Bailey, are you afraid? Moreover, isn’t this part of your plan? If I’m not mistaken, you should still be in Hatinne. You’ve been staying here for the past few days as you waited for my call, right?” Mr. Fermon asked. His calm voice held a hint of amusement, seemingly unfazed by Marina’s attempt to challenge him.

“Since you know that, do you dare to make this call?” Marina’s tone carried a subtle yet meaningful undertone, testing his

resolve.

“Some things need to be resolved. Besides, isn’t the enemy of an enemy a friend?” Mr. Fermon responded. His voice oozed with an air of amusement as if he had no fear of being held accountable by Marina.

“Hatinne Grand Hotel, I’ll give you half an hour. Don’t be late,” Marina declared firmly, hanging up the phone without waiting for his response. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

On the other end of the call, Mr. Fermon’s eyes flickered with a subtle smile.

“Mr. Fermon, are you really going there?” his concerned bodyguard, who had been standing behind him, finally voiced his

worries.

His mind raced, realizing Marina’s cunning nature, “That woman is no ordinary person. We went through so much trouble to bring her back, only to realize later that she never fell into our trap from the beginning. She had been using this as a lead to find our hideout. If someone as scheming as her is inviting Mr. Fermon to pay a visit, she must be planning to capture him.”

“Do you have a better idea now?” Mr. Fermon’s expression remained inscrutable beneath his mask.

“I will do everything in my power to protect you, Mr. Fermon,” the resolute man vowed.

“But do you think I need to live in fear? Besides, why would I bother putting myself in a precarious situation if that were the case?” Mr. Fermon’s tone carried an indescribable mix of complex emotions, revealing a glimpse of his true thoughts.

The man moved his lips as if wanting to say something, but the words lingered unspoken.

After years of serving by Mr. Fermon’s side, the bodyguard understood his thoughts better than anyone.

Now, Yenny had sensed their presence and launched a full–scale siege against them, causing them to be attacked from all

sides.

Despite their preparations and attempts to gain influence over the years, the Pembroke family remains a tough opponent.

With a legacy spanning several hundred years, the Pembroke family’s power and wealth were formidable, something they could not surpass in such a short time.

As such, their only option now was to seek cooperation.

Mr. Fermon’s initial intention in seeking Chrislyn was to discuss a potential collaboration with her.

Otherwise, there was no way they would treat her so well.

However, Mr. Fermon had initially planned to keep her waiting for a few days before further discussion.

But their plans could not keep up with the changes.

Before they had the chance to speak, she had already slipped away.

As a result, they found themselves under tight control in every aspect.

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Ultimately, Mr. Fermon decided to meet Marina Bailey, showing his sincerity by bringing only his lifelong bodyguard.

The two of them arrived at the hotel.

However, at the entrance, Gavin halted Mr. Fermon’s bodyguard, forbidding him from following further.

“Mr. Hernandez and Miss Bailey specifically mentioned that they will only be receiving Mr. Fermon,” Gavin stated with at composed expression, emphasizing the exclusivity of the invitation.

“What does this mean? I am Mr. Fermon’s personal bodyguard and must ensure his safety!” The bodyguard’s face darkened instantly, his protectiveness evident.

“Anyway, Mr. Hernandez and Miss Bailey gave the orders. If you’re unwilling to cooperate, you can go back now,” Gavin glanced disdainfully at the bodyguard, his eyes filled with contempt.

They had already fallen to such a point and yet still dared to act tough in his presence.

“You… The bodyguard seethed with anger, ready to take action.

“Stop!” Mr. Fermon’s sudden intervention halted the bodyguard in his tracks, his authority making an impact.

“Mr. Fermon, I believe they intentionally want to make things difficult for us. We should go back!” The bodyguard’s chest heaved with frustration as he expressed his concern.

“Wait for me outside. However, Mr. Fermon surprised him with an unexpected instruction, diverting from the usual course

of action.

“How can that be? If I’m not by your side, what if those people want to harm you?” The bodyguard instinctively denied the notion, his loyalty unwavering.

“The way you put it as if we intentionally brought you here. Wasn’t it you who reached out to us first, seeking reconciliation? And now you accuse us of having ulterior motives?” Gavin coldly mocked, his words dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up!” The bodyguard gritted his teeth, glaring at Gavin with seething rage.

“Sorry, but I can’t comply. After all, I have a mouth to speak with. Unless your mouth is solely for eating?” Gavin shot a sideways glance at the bodyguard, his taunt deliberate.

The bodyguard was even angrierThe bodyguard’s fury only intensified, boiling within him.

“Stop fooling around!” Mr. Fermon’s tone grew weightier, urging the bodyguard to rein in his emotions.

Clenching his fist by his side, the bodyguard took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

With a serious expression, he looked at Mr. Fermon and emphasized, “Mr. Fermon, I’ll be outside. If anything happens, call me, and I’ll rush in immediately!” Concern radiated from his every word.

“Hmm. Mr. Fermon nodded in acknowledgment.

Then, he pushed the door open and entered.

As Mr. Fermon stepped into the room, a hush settled over the surroundings. The air was charged with tension.

Leaning on his cane, he gracefully traversed the foyer and made his way to the living room.

Raising his gaze, he spotted Marina and Simon sitting across from each other in front of the floor–to– ceiling window.

There was a chessboard between them, and both individuals appeared deeply engrossed in their strategic battle.

Mr. Fermon maintained his silence as he walked closer, his footsteps barely audible.

His eyes swept over the chessboard, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips, catching Marina’s attention.

“Silent observation is the mark of a true gentleman. Mr. Fermon, what does this mean? Do you think we resemble each other, or do you find this chess game amusing?” Marina asked as she held a black piece in her hand.

“Neither,” Mr. Fermon responded, his voice tinged with amusement, leaving her intrigued.

Then what does it mean?” Marina retorted.

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