Chapter 165 - Brightness

Sparks suddenly burst out from the Cool Bar, just like what happened in the villa last time. It seemed that Noah played the same old trick. Ferne hurriedly pulled the little girl aside and said to her, "It's on fire! Run!"

The little girl reluctantly blew him a kiss and ran away.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out of the back door. Ferne rushed forward and was about to hit them. However, when he saw that Noah was inside, he immediately stopped and asked, "Why did you come out?"

As he finished his words, he saw them taking several little girls with big eyes. Ferne quickly pointed in a direction, "Let's go! Follow me!"

The fat man from the back door had already rushed in when the bar was on fire. He ran out to follow them when he heard they had escaped. But the back door was blocked by a large trash can. When they rushed over from the front door, the car was whizzing past them.

"Black van! It has no license plate! Damn it!"

Ferne made a U-turn and took a breath, "How was it? Did you take them all out?"

"Yes." For some reason, Noah's voice was a little buzzing.

Ferne didn't care his voice too much and said with excitement, "I'll call the police station and ask the police to send them back. Where are you going?"

The others said their address and then got out of the car.

Noah also got out of the car. Ferne was about to say something to him but he stopped when he saw that he was not happy. He drove the car all the way to the police station and called the captain to get off. He handed over the persons and the car to him before taking a taxi back.

He changed his routes twice, went to the bathroom, took off his coat and wore it inside out, put on a hat, and then took a taxi back.

When he was a policeman, he knew it was a risky job. Not only would he be in danger, his family would also be affected. When he was young, he always felt hot-blooded. He thought that with a gun in his hand, he could kill all the bad people in the world. Later on, he discovered that this world was far more ... disgusting than he imagined.

Noah did not come back. Ferne wanted to give him a call, but he realized that he didn't have his number. He waited at the entrance of the hotel for half an hour, but Noah didn't appear.

The waiters gathered together and whispered,

"Did they quarrel?"

"They are great when they went out. What happened?"

"How ugly Ferne's expression is!"

"He has been waiting for more than half an hour. Why hasn't that man returned yet?"

"This is the first time I've seen Ferne waiting for someone so long."

"Me too ... Ferne is so patient to him! Damn, I'm so touched!"

"..."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ferne lay on the bed in the presidential suite. He turned off the lights and closed his eyes. Noah's expression when he got out of the car was full of his mind. What happened to him? He was a little worried!

**

"Thank you for your hard work today."

After Noah said that, he gave everyone a cigarette.

They took the cigarettes and lit each other's cigarettes up. "You are welcome. We are willing to help you."

The cars of fire brigade and police station whizzed past them, with the sirens screaming, which was very annoying to their ears.

"Alright, keep in touch." Noah said, and walked towards the same direction as he came from before.

One of them grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"

Only then did the others realize that something was wrong. They looked at Noah and said, "You want to go back, don't you? Are you crazy or what?"

Noah did not say anything. He lowered his head, looking gloomy and lonely.

"You can't change anything even if you go. That child is hopeless. He is willing to abandon himself. How are you going to save him? Don't put your own life in danger for nothing!" One man grabbed him on his shoulder, "Don't forget that you have a sister with you! Christy is with you. Do you want to put us in danger? Please, think of us!"

Noah took a deep breath, "I know."

"Oh, do you really know!"

Noah stooped, and his facial expression was somewhat dispirited. "I won't go back. I just want to go around and have some supper."

"Alright, you should go back as soon as possible."

They patted him on the shoulder one after another before leaving.

Noah walked along the street alone. The phone in his pocket was vibrating non-stop. He didn't want to answer it at all. He just kept walking along the street.

Until the suppressed youth was erased from his mind.

Those dirty and ugly scenes kept coming to his mind. He stopped in front of a tree and fiercely punched the tree trunk. The pain could calm his mind for a moment. He took out his phone and called Christy back.

"What's wrong? I'm fine. Yeah, go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at the sky, and it was black.

Just like the color of his past and future, he could never see the brightness.

**

Two days later.

Emily woke up early but did not see Vincent in the training room. She neither saw him in the study room nor the living room downstairs. She quietly finished her breakfast and watched the competition between guard and Christy before she had a try.

Christy looked beautiful, but she wasn't weak. On the contrary, she was very strong. Emily's chance of winning was zero. Emily and Christy made a few moves and practiced with the guards. Only after sweating did they call it a day, take a shower and change their clothes.

Their attitudes were still as bland as before. Christy did not say anything but looked at Emily a few more times.

The little robot climbed onto Christy from the ground, sat on her shoulder, and gave her a back massage.

Although Emily was curious about why the little robot hadn't been given back to Trevor, she didn't ask. It was obvious that Christy liked the little robot very much and even slept with it.

Since Trevor did not take it back, then why would she bother too much?

But Vincent ... where did he go?

Before, if he went to the company, he would definitely tell her. Now he left without saying goodbye which made her a little uneasy.

Rex wasn't here, and Emily was reading in the room. She picked up a phone call of Harold at ten o'clock and then went downstairs. She took out all the finished paintings she drew these days and put them next to the trash can at the entrance of the Scavo's.

After taking it away, Harold sent her a text message, "Get them."

What Emily noticed was not the content of the text message, but the time of the text message. The date on the text message was November 17th.

-- "You will be dead in the morning of November 17th next year."

She rushed out before she was stunned for a moment. The moment she opened the door, she bumped into a person. The person's body was wet, as if he was caught in the rain. It was a little cold.

"Vincent?" Startled, she raised her head.

"What happened?" Vincent faced her. He was preparing to walk forward, but he did not expect that she would bump into him just as he arrived at the door.

"Where have you been?" She asked. As the question fell from her lips, she was worried that it was his privacy. She waved her hand and said, "It's fine. Don't tell me. I'm just a little worried..."

No emotions could be seen from his face. He just looked at her and said, "Today is the anniversary of my family's death."

"...."