Chapter 114 114. The Festival Is Tonight 3.



Kevin smiled and inserted the key into the car before revving up the engine.

While he was driving towards Westeros, Amy recalled why she had been staring so much at his face and she couldn't help but ask.

"Is there nothing you can't do?"

With a smile on his face, Kevin acted like he was considering her question while stroking his smooth chin as he said. "Hmm, let me think."

"Yes, there is," He replied.

"Really? What's that?" Amy was genuinely curious. To her, Kevin was the most amazing and fun person to be around, and she couldn't help but be intrigued while wanting to find out what he couldn't do.

"It seems I can't make you have faith in me," He teased, referring to how Amy thought he wouldn't come to take her away.

Amy pouted cutely and stared out the window again, her hands folded underneath her breast. "It's not my fault, I couldn't help it. I was scared too, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry for scaring my cute little Amy," Kevin poked her cheeks, deflating the air that had accumulated in her mouth.

Amy smiled at his mention of her being cute, but she didn't miss a very important word he uttered as well.n0veluSb.c0M

And this made her look away again in petty annoyance. "Hmph, I'm not little. I'm an adult."

Kevin simply smiled and stepped on the accelerator. A few minutes later, Amy asked.

"Where are we going to get a lantern?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I already got two for the both of us,"

"Really? Where are they?" She asked and Kevin pointed to the back seat.

Amy then noticed the two lanterns placed on the back seat and a smile bloomed on her lips.

"You're the best," She said with a warm smile while leaning towards Kevin to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Kevin suddenly turned his face towards her, so that her lips would land on his.

But Amy noticed what he was trying to do and she leaned back in time to avoid locking lips with his.

"Nice try. Now you have to wait a little longer before having my first kiss," She teased with a giggle.

"Oh, shucks," Kevin smiled before recalling something he should have done ever since he picked her up.

"Oh! That reminds me. Congratulations on acing the aptitude test. I always knew you could do it,"

Amy smiled and replied with a giggle. "Thanks."

Both Kevin and Amy continued to converse until they reached Westeros.

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Meanwhile, after the driver mustered up his courage and picked up Brian Stark's call, he began to brief him on what happened.

The person on the other side of the phone remained silent for a while before Brian Stark's husky voice shook the driver down to his very core as he replayed Brian Stark's words over again.

"If you do not bring my little girl to me within the next hour, consider yourself extinct."

The driver heard the words of the children behind him once again and could also see a dark entity standing a few distance away from him with a dark scythe in one hand and the other hand urging him to come closer.

But the guard placed a hand on the driver's shoulder, dragging him back to reality.

"F.u.c.k!!! This is so messed up. We have to find her fast or else we are definitely f.u.c.k.e.d," The guard said.

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However, in a dimly lit room with a total of four women, who all had a pink wig on their heads, the huge silhouette of a man with a height of two hundred centimeters tall, had two of them hugging his arms on either side of him while another two smoothed his huge muscular thighs while resting against them.

With a frown on his face, he growled. "Get out. All of you!!"

The ladies hurriedly left the room and one of Brian Stark's guards entered the room.

With a piercing glare, Brian Stark asked. "What is it?"

"B....boss, t..... there's....."

"Lose the stutter or you'll lose your head."

With cold sweat beading on his forehead, the guard gulped and calmed his mind before speaking out. "Boss, we have a problem."

He continued. "There's been an unforeseen circumstance with the shipment."

"What happened to my shipment?"

" F... four to be exact. All four ships were destroyed."

A sudden silence filled the room and the guard couldn't help sweating profusely at the sense of foreboding he was feeling.

After a few minutes, Brian Stark said in a low domineering tone.

"Do you have a clue as to who might have done this?"

The guard gulped down his saliva, sensing the rage that was seeping through his boss' words.

"T.... there have been rumors circling the underground about a gangster boss trying to eradicate the distribution of the drug."

"Does he have a name?" He inquired, his voice maintaining its cold and sinister tone while his body emitted a domineering aura that seemed to be out of this world.

"N-No boss. T-There's been nothing about him or his background aside from what the people in the underground world know him as, which is, 'The Boogeyman'."

Brian Stark remained silent as though he was mulling over what the guard just said. After a while, he ordered the guard.

"Pour me a drink."

The guard flinched in fear at his boss' voice before glancing towards the bottle of whiskey on the glass table in front of Brian Stark.

He leaned closer to grab the whiskey bottle and began pouring a drink for Brian Stark, but unbeknownst to the poor guy, a huge beast-like arm with razor-sharp claws grabbed a hold of his head before slamming it into the glass table.

*Shatters!!!*

The glass shattered on impact and the guard's head turned into an unsightly mess.

With his sharp claws dripping with blood at its tip, Brian Stark grabbed hold of his bottle of whiskey while muttering to the dead corpse.

"I told you to lose the stutter."