Chapter 523: Dexter Blair’s Boast!

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Dexter Blair’s Boast!

Emily Taylor’s words instantly enraged Hugh Taylor!

He raised his hand, ready to slap Emily across the face!

But in the end, his hand merely froze in midair.

“If my grandfather were still alive, he wouldn’t tolerate your actions,” Emily coldly said.

Seemingly finding an excuse at the mention of Duane Taylor, Hugh sneered, “How dare you bring up your grandfather? That Ethan Smith is the murderer who killed him!”

“Is that so?” Emily’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Dad, you know better than anyone whether my grandfather is dead or alive.”

Hugh’s face changed, and he scolded, “Don’t talk nonsense! Your grandfather is already dead!”

“Is that so?” Emily’s mockery on her face grew even more intense.

“Stop making excuses for your cowardice.”

“You’re just afraid of my uncle, aren’t you? Even if you have doubts, you don’t dare to speak up, right?”

After hearing Emily’s words, Hugh’s face turned extremely unsightly.

“You...you’re talking nonsense!” Hugh turned his face away.

“Right, this is your high and mighty attitude, bowing down to the strong and looking down on the weak.”

“I don’t know how many good qualities Ethan Smith possesses, but at least he’s not as weak as you all.”

Hugh’s face turned livid with anger, but he had nothing to say.

Deep down, he had always believed his father wasn’t dead, but now that everything had settled, he dared not think further.

He even forced himself to believe Kylan Taylor’s words.

“In any case, you and Ethan Smith have no chance anymore,” Hugh said coldly.

“September 9th will be the day of your great joy and Ethan’s demise.”

Leaving behind these words, Hugh turned and left.

Emily’s delicate face flashed with a trace of pain.

In the corner of her eyes, tears streaked down.

That day, Ethan sat in the courtyard, trying his best to find the direction to break through to the Martial Marquis realm.

Just then, Ethan’s phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw it was a strange number from Capital City.

“Go to hell!” Ethan yelled angrily.

Unfazed, Dexter just let out hearty laughter, “Why so flustered? I suppose that’s the only thing you can do when faced with something you’re powerless to change, isn’t it?”>

Ethan said coldly, “Dexter, let me tell you, Emily doesn’t like you at all. And on September 9th, I’ll kill you with my own hands!”

“Hahahaha!” Dexter burst into exaggerated laughter.

“You’re right, she doesn’t like me, but what of it?” Dexter sinisterly said.

“Ethan, let me tell you something, after marrying Emily, I’ll make her kneel before me and serve me every day!”

“Since she likes you so much, I’ll break your limbs in front of her, lock you in a cage, and let her watch as I teach her a lesson!”

Upon hearing Dexter’s words, Ethan clenched his fists just a bit tighter!

“Oh, I heard you’ve reached half-step Martial Marquis and even wounded Emerson Holmes?” Dexter changed the subject, speaking indifferently.

“Well, as an ant, your accomplishments are indeed impressive, but unfortunately, you’re still an ant in my eyes. I could easily crush you.”

“As for your petty achievements, they’re not worth mentioning to me.”

Ethan roared fiercely, “Dexter! If I don’t kill you, I vow to never be human again!”

Dexter scoffed, “Alright, I hope you can appear at Emily and my wedding on September 9th.”

He deliberately placed extra emphasis on the word “wedding.”

After tossing out those words, Dexter hung up the call.

Ethan gripped his phone tightly and threw it to the ground!

He had to admit that he was genuinely agitated.

He slumped onto the ground, seemingly devoid of spirit.

Dexter’s words were like daggers, piercing his heart, each mention of Emily causing him excruciating pain.

“I won’t let this happen...”

Ethan’s expression was complex, filled with anger, pain, and extreme agitation.

“My friend, you sit on the ground – what kind of divine exercise is this?”

Right then, a familiar voice entered his ears.

Ethan looked up and saw a man with a mustache wearing a sly face sitting on the wall.

“Mustache?” Ethan hurriedly stood up, taking a step forward to quickly approach the man.

He reached out and grabbed the mustache man’s clothes, saying coldly, “You left without saying goodbye last time, and now you dare come to me?”

“Didn’t I promise to take you to the three big tombs?” the mustache man muttered.