Chapter 3 A Young Lady
Ash had just closed the door and turned around when a girl with double ponytails, dressed in all black, approached. Behind her were two men also dressed in black, tall and imposing, each carrying four black leather bags.
“Mr. Feron, these two bags are your daily necessities. As for these two, Mr. King said they’re for your protection,” the girl said, waving her hand. The two men opened the bags on the right.
Inside were loads of military-grade weapons and ammunition, all from King Group, a company built by Ash’s adoptive father, King. King was an arms dealer and had the most firepower, which included weapons most people could not get their hands on, such as these guns and ammo.
Ash walked over and casually sifted through them, checking out various handguns, sniper rifles, machine guns, and even bombs and grenades. It might have seemed like she was about to become a spy to an unknowing observer.
“I’ll take this one. Pack the rest away,” Ash said, holding a small and delicate gold handgun in her hand, which could easily pass as a toy gun at first glance.
“Mr. Feron, don’t you think I should accompany you back to the Feron family?” Vera Blanton asked.
“No need. Too many people will attract attention. I’ll go on my own,” Ash replied, tucking the firearm into her waistband. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed her luggage and flashed a playful wink at Vera. “I’ll take care of myself.”
“Safe travels, Mr. Feron.” Vera lowered her head and bowed, while the two men in black also respectfully bowed.
As Ash was about to open the courtyard gate, they vanished like the wind instantly.
“Alright, I’m all packed up, let’s go, bro.” Ash swung open the car door and confidently hopped inside, bringing her luggage with her.
The once spacious backseat was now a bit crowded with her bags.
Wesley’s brow furrowed deeply, his authoritative presence unyielding.
But Ash simply pushed him, grinning. “Hey, bro, can you move over a bit?”
Wesley’s icy expression contorted slightly, his stern gaze falling upon Ash, showing signs of displeasure.
“Put the luggage in the trunk and sit up front,” he demanded coldly, his authority leaving no room for argument.
With all of Feron Group’s industries under his management, he had every right to be this way.
But Ash was having none of it. Instead of following his orders, she tossed her luggage up front, spread her legs, and took up most of the space herself.
“I don’t like being bossed around, bro,” Ash said, smiling carelessly, but there was a hint of wickedness in her expression.
She exuded a wild and unrestrained aura, like a fierce lion who cherished her freedom. No hunter could tame her, and no cage could confine her. It seemed as if the only way to bring her under control was if an all-powerful magician emerged, for there was no one in the world who could make her surrender by any means.
Though Wesley felt displeased about it, his top priority at the moment was to get her back home as soon as possible. He did not want any unnecessary delays or complications in the end.
“Let’s go.” Wesley reluctantly suppressed his annoyance and gave the command to the chauffeur.
As the car was about to start, the sound of an approaching helicopter filled the sky. Ash looked out the window and saw tree branches swaying wildly in the strong wind.
A limited-edition global helicopter hovered above the luxury car.
The helicopter’s door opened, and a tall man dressed as a pilot descended with a ladder, landing gracefully beside the car.
He opened the car door and half leaned against it. He took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit it up without a care.
Thin wisps of smoke surrounded him, partially obscuring his handsome face. Only his captivating eyes, laced with a hint of laziness, remained visible as he looked inside the car.
He glanced inside the car a few times, but, eventually, his gaze settled on Ash.
“So this is our cousin, huh? Long legs, slim waist, and fair skin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a delicate young lady,” Homer Feron said with a teasing and provocative tone.
His demeanor suggested that he was not one to be trifled with.
Ash raised an eyebrow, half-smiling, half-smirking.
“These two cousins are quite interesting, one calm and composed, the other lively and playful. Looks like my days at the Feron family will be very exciting,” she thought.
