Chapter 132 - Iron Arm

Emily and Ferne walked towards the wine cellar together. Many workers gathered at the entrance. When they saw Ferne coming, they immediately ran away.

Before they disappeared, a few of them even turned to look at Ferne, then moved their gaze at his crotch.

Feeling their gaze, Ferne was confused.

He wanted to know why they looked at him like that.

Ferne unlocked the door of the wine cellar. He walked in and stepped down along the stairs, only to see lots of broken red wine bottles on the ground. Noah was holding a broken bottle and peeing at it.

When Ferne saw this, his eyes turned red because of anger. He roared as he came at Noah, "Holy shit! You bastard! What did you do to my wine?

Noah dodged his attack. He lifted his chin towards the wine bottles on the ground and said indifferently, "The mouth of the bottle is too small."

Noah was furious.

The wines on the ground were not cheap, some of which were even treasures that could not be bought. Ferne stepped on an empty wine bottle. When he recognized what wine it was, his eyes sparked with fury, "Damn you!"

He raised the bottle and shouted, "Why don't you smash Lafite? This is Screaming Eagle!"

"I know," Noah answered as he glanced at him calmly.

Noah threw away the wine bottle and rushed forward, grabbing Ferne's collar and roaring, "Bastard!"

"You want to beat me? Are you sure?" Noah looked at him mockingly as he challenged, "I only use one arm and one leg. Come and fight with me." As he spoke, he put his face in front of Ferne.

Ferne took a deep breath.

He restrained his anger and yelled, "Piss off!"

If it weren't for the fact that Noah had saved many children, he would definitely beat him up!

Noah caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door, but he couldn't see clearly who he was since the man stood in his own light. Noah extended his left hand to Ferne and said, "Untie me."

Noah took out a key and released him. Then, he squatted on the ground and looked at his wine sprinkled all over the floor. He felt that his heart was bleeding. Next, half a bottle of yellow liquid attracted his attention. Ferne went crazy.

That bastard used the bottle of Cheval Blanc to piss!

Ferne really wanted to kill him!

But the wound on his face kept reminding him that he couldn't.

He could only imagine that he had pressed Noah to the ground and forced him to drink his urine.

After Ferne removed the handcuff, Noah waved his wrists to relax his muscle. Then he zipped up his trousers and washed his face and mouth with another bottle of wine. After that, he walked up the stairs.

Only then did he recognize the person standing at the door was Emily.

"It's you." Noah didn't feel surprised to see her.

"Christy is waiting for you at the back door." Emily said as she handed him something, "This is your phone."

"What did you ask her to do?" Noah took the phone and turned it on.

Emily looked petite standing in front of him, but she was perfectly composed. "You know what I want," she said.

Hearing this, Noah smiled. But his smile was rather cold. "We have underestimated you."

Emily didn't say anything more. She just watched him walk out. Though Noah experienced being imprisoned in the wine cellar, he didn't look scruffy. Instead, he walked with a stride, keeping his back straight. He was just like a warrior who held eternal faith and would never submit to failure.

Emily turned around and saw Ferne go upstairs with a miserable expression. She asked, "How did you knock him out?"

Ferne was overwhelmed by the question.

He replied, "Emily, didn't you see the wound on his face? He was hurt more seriously than me, okay?"

"Didn't you beat him while his hands and feet were tied?" Emily asked with a surprised expression. Then she added, "Could it be that you hurt him when he only used one arm and one leg to fight you? If so, you are indeed powerful."

Ferne was lost for words.

He didn't think she was praising him.

**

Elsie sat in a coffee shop next to the Dalton Hotel. When she raised her head, she saw the signboard of the hotel. She sat by a window and saw workers wearing clothes printed with "Dalton Hotel" occasionally came out to take out the garbage.

Because of the last incident, Elsie didn't want to have anything to do with the Dalton Hotel any more. Christy probably had considered this, so she chose the coffee shop next to the Dalton Hotel.

After Elsie waited for a while, Christy finally arrived. Her clothes looked common, but Elsie knew that they were not cheap. Even the scarf on her neck was limited worth tens of thousands.

After Christy sat down, she waved to the waiter and ordered two cups of hot milk. She then said to Elsie, "It's a little cold these days. Drink some hot milk. By the way, your skin looks so good."

When Elsie heard this, she was complacent. But she pretended to be surprised and asked, "Really?"

After some polite greetings, Elsie said, "Christy, I can only make this investment for two months. My family needs the money for something else."

"Sure." Christy smiled. As they talked, a waiter came over to serve the hot milk. Christy gracefully thanked him. "But of course, the longer you invest, the more profit you would get."

Elsie looked at her, wondering how she could become such an elegant woman.

"I wanted to, but something came up recently," she explained.

"Alright, I understand. It's up to you," Christy said with a smile. Her smile became even brighter. She was a knockout in the coffee shop. The waiters coming and going couldn't help but secretly take a look at her.

Elsie noticed those gazes. She thought that meeting Christy was the luckiest thing in her life. She sincerely said to her, "Thank you."

Christy took a sip of hot milk and uttered, "Don't mention it. In fact, I should thank you because you were willing to pay for me when you didn't even know me."

Elsie covered her mouth and smiled, "It was a long time ago. And it was just a small case."

"To me, that wasn't a small case."

"Anyway, aren't you helping me now? I'm also grateful to you. So we're even now," Elsie said with relaxation. She took out something in her bag and handed it to Christy. "Here, this is the card."

"Tomorrow, I'll ask my assistant to give you a simple contract. You can sign it after you check it." Christy didn't take the card, she just added, "You may pay it after we go to the company tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter. I trust you." Although Elsie said that, she withdrew the card. Then she asked, "Where's your brother?"

"He is busy recently and he barely has time to go out." After Christy answered, she teasingly asked, "Do you have a crush on him?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Elsie's face suddenly blushed.

Christy had heard the tidbits about Elsie. Not to mention other people, there was already lots of newspaper about her and that playboy Marquise.

She sighed for Noah. Then she said to Elsie, "If you indeed have a crush on him, it's not impossible for you to marry him."

"Stop! Stop!" Elsie was embarrassed by her words. She looked at her watch and said, "I'm pressed for time. We'll talk next time."

"Alright."

After Elsie left, the smile vanished from Christy's face. She took a sip of the hot milk before she stood up and left. A group of waiters beside her watched her leave along the way.

She was so beautiful that people didn't dare to approach her. The waiters were all ashamed of themselves and they could only stand at the side and watch her from afar.

They saw the goddess walk to the back door of the Dalton Hotel. Not long after, a man came out. They hugged each other for a brief moment before walking out side by side.

The waiters thought their goddess had an eye for men. First of all, he was tall. Second, though they couldn't see his face clearly as his head lowered and the suit on his body was wrinkled, his fine presence made him unusual.

As they walked forward, the man suddenly smashed his fist towards the wall of the Dalton Hotel. The waiters were shocked. Luckily, the wall didn't fall down.

Later, when the waiters had a break in the noon, they walked to the wall and found four marks on it. The blood had dried up and the surface smashed by that man sank one centimeter. The wall was made of marbles.

The waiters were horrified. They wondered, 'Does he have an iron arm?'