Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 33 Am I Not Pretty

Tears brimmed in Yelena’s eyes.

Anyone would be elated if they were in her shoes. After all, she had just discovered that the artist she had been admiring for a long time was her brother.

Yelena was touched to discover that Emrys had organized an auction just to make her the center of attention and exact revenge on her behalf.

If she hadn’t exposed his lie, he wouldn’t have admitted that he was Emerentius.

He was her silent protector, providing her with comfort and warmth when she least expected it.

Yelena had finally discovered a safe haven where she could be her true self–a place where she no longer had to put on a facade. She was truly and utterly safe here.

“Rys…”

Overcome with emotion, Yelena flung her arms around Emrys. Unfortunately, the force of her embrace caused them both to stumble and tumble to the ground.

Emrys said firmly. “Lena, I know you’re touched, but don’t take the chance to take advantage of

me.”

As Empyrean Lord, he was a man of principles.

Seeing his reaction, Yelena had the urge to tease him. A charming smile played on her lips as she asked, “Am I not pretty?”

Staring down at him, Yelena reached up and brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear so that she could see clearly.

Emrys grew flustered, as it was clear Yelena was playing with fire.

No! She’s my sister.

He was about to push her away when an icy voice rang out, causing him to jolt in fear.

“You guys look like you’re having fun, huh?”

It was Cordelia, who was leaning against the doorframe, her expression icy cold.

Emrys had a coughing fit. “Uh, Delia, this is a misunderstanding”

He was about to explain things when a slap landed on his cheek.

Why did she slap me? I’m innocent!

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After teaching Emrys a lesson, Cordelia turned to Yelena and said, “Lena, you’ll be sleeping in my. room from now on. I don’t want you guys to fool around.”

Yelena stuck her tongue out sheepishly. She dared not disobey Cordelia’s words.

Among the seven ladies, Cordelia was the most authoritative of them all.

Midas was an underground casino in Jadeborough.

Dozens of muscular men with intricate tattoos adorning their arms had congregated inside the casino, their bare torsos gleaming in the dim light.

They were currently surrounding two men.

One was their leader, Hendrik Landry, who was a figure of fear and intimidation to many. A cigar could be seen hanging from the corner of his mouth as he surveyed the other man before him.

The other man was Gavin, who was trembling from his kneeling position on the ground.

“M–Mr. Landry, we agreed that I have a week to repay the debt, no? It isn’t time yet.”

“Do you think I’m a fool?” Hendrik used his cigar to poke Cavin’s head. “If I hadn’t sent someone to keep an eye on you, you would’ve escaped to another state!”

A few days ago, Kane had promised to repay Gavin’s debt if he agreed to discredit Cordelia.

Alas, South River King suddenly appeared out of nowhere and disrupted their plans.

Kane was in hot waters himself, so naturally, he had no time to help Gavin.

Without a choice, Gavin planned to escape to the neighboring state. Alas, he was caught by Hendrik’s lackey at the train station.

“Mr. Landry, I wasn’t trying to escape. Trust me. I was just planning on enjoying myself nearby the train station. There are many of them there, and they are cheap…”

Slap!

Hendrik delivered a slap on Gavin’s cheek. “I can’t believe you can come up with that excuse.”

“Stop it… Mr. Landry, please stop beating me,” Gavin pleaded. “Give me a few days to get the money. I promise I’ll repay the debt by the deadline.”

Repay the debt? How will you do that?”