Chapter 3: He is terrible

On the high rooftop of the bizarre hut in the distance, several teenagers gathered together to see what had happened.

“How weird! Heloise is skilled enough to seize the weapons to kill the baddies for self-defense. Why would she willingly leave with them?”

A teenage boy was lying on the edge of the rooftop, wearing a pale hospital uniform and staring blankly in the direction of the helicopter.

“Firstly, Heloise really wants to leave here.”

Someone answered.

“What about the second one?” The little boy continued to ask.

“Secondly, Heloise is so smart that she knows that the man who takes her away is not easy to cope with. That's Mr. Reginald Wordsworth!”

Standing alone on the rooftop, looking out at the seaside, seeing Heloise had already been taken into a helicopter, the answerer added.

"If you could also get out of BlueWolf Mountain one day in the future, you’d better take a detour when you hear the name Reginald Wordsworth, who is even more difficult to deal with than the King of Hell.”

“Oh.” The little boy said, a light broke in upon him suddenly, then soon screwed up his face again. “But how can Heloise survive after she goes out? After all, she is as poor as a church mouse.”

Upon hearing this, the answerer let out a chuckle.

Heloise, who spent three years on BlueWolf Mountain and was almost becoming the king of slums, how could such a person as she not be able to survive?

Those who should be worried most... would probably be those who abandoned Heloise here three years ago, right?

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Phoenixfell city, Capital of the PHOENIXFELL Empire.

Large tracts of hyacinths climbed up high walls, surrounding a retro Baroque-style building.

This is Hyacinth Garden.

The sunlight sprinkled the courtyard, and the flower branches fluttered in the wind, making it a feast for the eyes.

Heloise sat huddled on the woven vine swing on the second-floor balcony, biting her nails. When the swing reached a higher place, she could see hyacinths all over the courtyard.

Since being taken out of BlueWolf Mountain, she has been locked up here with two middle-aged maids taking care of her.

What on earth, Mr. Wordsworth would be going to go with her. Heloise is not sure about it.

Without money and identity information, she did not choose to escape, but instead sat tight, maybe it would work itself out.

Two maids behind her were trimming the hyacinth branches climbing onto the balcony while chatting.

“I heard that Evan, who was driving, braked slightly improperly and thus was kicked by Mr. Wordsworth immediately, leaving him nearly crippled in the hospital.”

“It’s not a big deal. Last time Mr. old Wordsworth personally came here to ask for funding, I saw Mr. Wordsworth humiliated his own father.”

“Alas, since Mr. Wordsworth took over the consortium, he has become increasingly ruthless.”

Heloise swayed on the swing and pieced together a small amount of information about Mr. Wordsworth through several consecutive days of conversation between the two maids.

Reginald Wordsworth, 28 years old, is the eldest heir of Wordsworth's consortium in Phoenixfall city.

At the beginning of last year, he suddenly burst into his father's office with a gun, forcing the opponent to hand over the power and he took over the consortium comprehensively. His behavior was extremely ruthless and decisive, and he swept off many old employees decisively. He reorganized and developed his own core team, and then the Wordsworth’s became the largest and the most high and mighty consortium in the whole PHOENIXFALL Empire.

There are many people who relied on him to make a big fortune, and there are also many who went bankrupt because of him and hated him to the bone, thus engaged in assassination against him frequently.

Those who did wrong by his side would die tragically.

Those who opposed him would die even more tragically.

Even if his own younger brother was ever kidnapped, he could calmly watch his brother's bloody fingers cut off and talk and laugh freely, free from interference by any threat.

Undoubtedly, he is a ruthless person, a powerful, ruthless big potato.

She could not wonder how terrifying such a tycoon really is.

“Thinking about it this way, it's quite good for us to be transferred to Hyacinth Garden to work. What we need to do is just to take care of this young girl. Although she has some mentally healthy problems, she doesn't advance any request and sits quite still every day, which is very reassuring.”

One of them stood there and patted herself on the chest, saying,

“Straight up facts.”

The other totally agreed, and turned to look at Heloise and saw that the swing had already flown into the air, and she screamed with fear.

The young girl inside rushed out like kites that were not tied to line.