Chapter 421 - 428: You Coming or Shall I?

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Chapter 421: Chapter 428: You Coming or Shall I?Here is the English translation: John Brown woke up at this time as well and said, "Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I went there afterward." Gina Lopez nervously said, "Am I really okay? I remember last night they drugged me, and it was that kind of aphrodisiac. At that time, I felt... almost unable to control myself." If she’d really ended up with another man, Gina wouldn’t know how to face John Brown. "Sandra has been protecting you the whole time, not letting them touch you. Sandra was really courageous. If it weren’t for her, the consequences would be unimaginable." John Brown also felt a lingering sense of fear—if it weren’t for Emily Lopez’s bravery, by the time he arrived, Gina Lopez might have truly been humiliated. Even if he had killed Christopher Taylor and his men, the fact would’ve already happened. He may not care, but Gina herself might not have been able to endure it. At that point, what she might have done was beyond John Brown’s imagination. "Really? Darling, you’re not lying to me, are you?" Gina Lopez stared at John Brown with a face full of terror. "How could I lie to you? You’re my wife, after all." John Brown gently stroked Gina Lopez’s face. "Then why am I... not wearing clothes?" "Of course, I took them off for you." John Brown left out further explanation. At such a moment, he wasn’t sure if Sandra was asleep or not—discussing a matter like this wasn’t appropriate. Gina Lopez couldn’t detect anything suspicious in John Brown’s demeanor, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Since John had been the one to undress her, even if her actions were influenced by the drug, it still involved her husband. That was completely acceptable. But another issue quickly came to her mind—she immediately pulled back John Brown’s hand, protesting coquettishly, "Stop fooling around!" John Brown quickly withdrew his hand, conscious of Sandra’s presence, knowing that showing affection with Gina Lopez right now was inappropriate. "Why did you let Sandra sleep here?" Gina Lopez whispered to John Brown, her face tinged with bashfulness. John replied, "Sandra had nightmares last night and was too frightened to sleep alone, so she ended up in our room." Gina Lopez turned her head toward Sandra, finally noticing the gauze wrapped around Sandra’s forehead. She gasped sharply and exclaimed, "Sandra’s hurt?" "Yes, she cut herself a bit, but I’ve already treated it. It shouldn’t be a big problem." "Those bastards!" Gina Lopez’s face went pale with fury. Knowing she was unharmed somewhat reduced her anger, but seeing that Sandra was injured made her anger rise uncontrollably. "Sis, stop yelling. Let me sleep for a bit longer, okay?" Sandra opened her eyes, pouting with grievance. "Fine, fine. Keep sleeping. I won’t say another word," Gina Lopez said to her sister, brimming with both affection and gratitude. Sandra could have asked for anything—even the absurd—and Gina would have agreed without hesitation. John Brown added, "Alright, no one got much sleep; let’s rest a bit longer." Gina Lopez nodded, reached out to hold John Brown’s hand, and closed her eyes. Although there were three people sharing the same bed—Gina being unclothed—they all slept naturally. It wasn’t until around seven o’clock in the morning that John Brown was awakened by his ringing phone. John quickly got up and went to the living room to find his phone. He glanced at the number—it was Charlotte Grandy’s—and immediately picked up. "Uncle, where did you disappear to?" Charlotte Grandy started right in. John lowered his voice and said, "Something unexpected happened last night; I left in the middle of the night." "Bad uncle! So, where are you now?" "I’m already back home." "Hmph!" Charlotte Grandy muttered before abruptly hanging up. John hadn’t expected Charlotte to end the call so quickly, but on second thought, it was better this way. After last night’s events, John deeply regretted the latitude he’d allowed Charlotte Grandy. Now that he was married, he ought to focus on being a competent husband. The complex relationships with Emma Campbell and the others were already more than enough to keep him tangled—not something he wanted to worsen. "Was that Emma?" Gina Lopez entered the living room, now wearing her sleepwear. John gave an embarrassed smile and said, "No, it was Charlotte. She’s on vacation now. Last night, she turned up at my old place." "Oh, did she do well on her exam?" Gina sat down beside John, wrapping her arm around his and resting her head on his shoulder. "She probably did okay. The girl’s quite smart—her issues before were mainly a result of her parents. When we have kids, we must avoid quarreling in front of them; it’s not good for their development." "I wouldn’t quarrel with you. If you provoke me, I’ll just punish you by banning you from leaving the house for an entire year." "Yikes, that’s harsh, dear." "Hmph, you’ve got so many unresolved romantic ties. If I lock you up, you’ll behave." John coughed dryly, "Honey, I’m sorry. But I’m sincerely working hard to be a good husband—I promise to sort everything out." "I trust you," Gina said, squeezing John’s hand. John squeezed her hand back, feeling warmth in his heart. Family now meant everything to him; having a wife gave him a sense of responsibility he couldn’t ignore. "What happened with Christopher Taylor?" Gina asked. John recounted the events of the previous night but skipped over the fights with the skilled adversaries—those details seemed too distant for Gina. Gina anxiously said, "You hurt Christopher Taylor, which might make resolving things harder. I now understand he’s part of City Center’s Brownie Family—a prestigious clan in City Center. If they seek revenge, it’ll be quite a headache." John replied calmly, "Don’t worry; I’ll handle it." Gina turned to him, gripping his hand earnestly. "Darling, we’re a couple. No matter the challenge, it’s something we face together. I don’t want you to play the hero and shoulder the burden alone. I may just be a woman, but I can help you bear it." John nodded and said, "I understand. I’ll talk to Lucy Campbell, see if she can pressure the Brownie Family so they leave us alone." "Mm-hmm. Only Lucy could handle this. When she comes, let’s discuss it together. By the way, your move last night—having them slap Christopher Taylor—was brilliant. Christopher will seek revenge against them, which saves you the trouble of intervening. It feels so satisfying." The two of them discussed the matter for a while until they heard a knock at the door. Lucy Campbell and Emily Jenkins had come over together, Emily laughing boisterously as usual, while Lucy maintained her usual grace and composure. Both were there to freeload a meal. During breakfast, Lucy noticed Sandra’s injury. Though Sandra’s face wasn’t swollen, the bruises stood out prominently against her pale complexion. "Sandra, what happened to you?" Lucy asked, puzzled. Sandra angrily recounted the events of the previous night, while Lucy frowned deeply. Gina chimed in, "Lucy, Christopher Taylor is truly vile. I’m worried John hurting him might provoke worse retaliation. Now that I know Christopher is part of the Brownie Family in City Center—a well-established family—it feels risky." Lucy looked at John, who winked at her. Understanding his signal, Lucy said coldly, "Don’t worry. I’ll speak with the Brownie Family elders. This behavior is absolutely unacceptable—what kind of people are they raising?" With Lucy’s reassurance, Gina felt more at ease, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Lucy." Lucy lightly scolded, "What’s there to thank for? I eat at your house every day. Honestly, I feel like part of your family. How could we let anyone bully one of us?" This heartfelt sentiment left Gina deeply moved. Although she’d recently started addressing Lucy by name, she hadn’t seen her as a close friend internally. Yet Lucy clearly treated Gina as one, even considering her house a second home and Gina herself as family despite her working-class background. Sandra pouted and said, "Sister Lucy, you must avenge me. Look at the mess this jerk left me in; my face still hurts." Lucy nodded firmly. "I will." Though Lucy’s response was simple, John understood the weight of her words. If Lucy Campbell acted, the Brownie Family would undoubtedly face chaos. Lucy’s power wasn’t something the Brownie Family could rival—not just financially, but in terms of her untouchable background. Sёarᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It was Saturday, and no one had work. After breakfast, Lucy told John, "James, come over and help me with something." John immediately followed her, while Gina did not. When other women sought one-on-one time with him, Gina might get suspicious—but never with Lucy. At Lucy’s house, the two sat on the couch as Lucy asked, "What’s your plan?" "I don’t have much of one. I broke both of Christopher Taylor’s legs last night, which was satisfying enough. If the Brownie Family comes after me, so be it. But if they touch Gina or Sandra again, I won’t be so forgiving." Lucy smiled faintly. "So, do you want me to suppress them directly, or let you handle it yourself?" John laughed. "If Miss Smith steps in, everything resolves easily. Why wouldn’t I choose that option?" "Is the Hawk Squad’s second-in-command now growing lazy?" Lucy teased lightly. John shrugged. "Yeah, life’s been so peaceful. I enjoy it—those days of fighting and killing aren’t appealing anymore." Lucy gazed at John, her expression flickering briefly, before picking up her phone.

Chapter 421 - 428: You Coming or Shall I?

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