Chapter 415: 411, you scared my woman.
Turning her gaze toward Alder Locke with a colder voice, Titus Zane commanded, "Stop the car!"
"OK." This time, Alder Locke was quite cooperative. After stopping the car, he looked at Titus Zane with a smile that seemed somewhat inscrutable. "Are you sure you want to get out?"
"What’s the problem!" Titus Zane glared at him unhappily, pushed open the car door, and was about to get out, when suddenly—
At the sides of the iron gate in front stood guards armed with... Could it be... soldiers?
Just as she pushed the car door open and before her toes even touched the ground, Titus Zane turned back, puzzled, and looked at Alder Locke.
"Where is this?"
"Get out," Alder Locke didn’t answer, but instead tilted his chin, gesturing for Titus Zane to get out, "to see if you’ll be taken away as a spy."
Titus Zane...
Was it really that serious? She tentatively extended one foot out, yet before the other foot stepped down, the car’s convertible roof slowly descended. What she didn’t see was Alder Locke winking at two guards, one of whom, carrying a firearm, stepped down from the sentry post and walked toward Titus Zane.
Soldiers carry an aura of authority and sacred inviolability. Titus Zane looked up at the warrior standing before her, her lips moved, but she couldn’t make a sound.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A commanding voice asked, catching Titus Zane off guard, making her turn her head looking for help towards Alder Locke, who was leaning on the steering wheel with his elbow, supporting his handsome face, watching the scene before him with amusement.
"Get out, I’m talking to you!" Another stern shout made Titus Zane’s heart tremble with fear. She had seen this scenario before—in Capital City, by the gates of the Military District, where Jon was almost taken away...
She felt somewhat overwhelmed and mostly... intimidated.
"Alder... Alder Locke..." She thought that must be his name.
"Mhmm." Alder Locke was still supporting his chin, his eyebrows slightly raised, with no apparent intention of helping her.
However, he covertly gave another signal to the guard beside the car.
"Get out!" The guard took another step forward, his expression stern as he lowered the rifle from his shoulder and pointed it at Titus Zane.
"Ah..." In an instinctive reaction, Titus Zane quickly grabbed Alder Locke’s arm, "I’m not getting out, hurry up and make him go away!"
"Not fussing anymore?" Alder Locke raised his brows in a half-smile, "No no, I’m staying in, hurry up and drive."
In her nervousness, Titus Zane was a bit incoherent.
"OK," Alder Locke said contentedly, then looked at the solemn and commanding soldier, "Xiao Xu, step back, you’ve frightened my woman."
"Yes, sir!" Xiao Xu saluted Alder Locke, pivoted on his heel, and turned back.
Touching her chest, Titus Zane took a long breath, too panicked to notice the designation Alder Locke had just used.
The convertible top slowly rose, and the flashy sports car started moving again. "Did you remember what I just told you?" Alder Locke asked indifferently, while Titus Zane, apparently still recovering from the shock, turned to look at him.
"What did you say?"
"My name is Alder Locke, age twenty-six..."
"Oh, I remember, I remember." She had to remember, otherwise, this scoundrel might come up with something else to scare her.
"That’s a good girl." Alder Locke smiled properly, his handsome smile quite pleasing to the eye.
A stern glare and a wise man would not provoke this young master any further.
The sports car drove slowly into the courtyard of a small western-style building, and when she got out, Titus Zane couldn’t help but raise her head and took a scrutinizing look.
It was a quaint structure; judging by the color, it appeared to have some history. "Don’t stare anymore, you’ll have plenty of time to examine it later."
Alder Locke had already circled the car’s hood and came over, grabbed her hand, and walked toward the steps.