BookToReadChapter 426:
Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. She picked up, and Daxton’s soft voice cthrough, saying,
“Carrie, can you cto the police station?”
Outside the police station, Daxton stood wearing a gray tracksuit, his silver-gray metal glasses lending him the
youthful air of a college student, yet with the poise of a teacher.
His assistant, driven by curiosity, asked, “Master, you discovered that it was Lise Nash who paid the housekeeper
to set up Ms. Campbell. Why not just tell her and let her...”
Before the assistant could finish, Daxton’s calm look turned sharp, tinged with a threat. “I told you, don’t call me
Master. Just callMr. Garcia. I'm just a regular guy; callingMaster is inappropriate.”
His eyes softened once more, as though the intensity from before had been nothing but an illusion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Mr. Garcia, | apologize,” the assistant murmured, breaking into a sweat and choosing not to continue his
question.
This was a side of Daxton he had never seen before—so polished yet gentle, causing him to momentarily relax.
That fleeting expression reminded him why Daxton was known as “Death.”
The assistant couldn’t help but shudder inside.
How had he been bold enough to advise against Daxton’s decisions? If he were anywhere other than the lawful
society of Mothor, such talk could have led to severe consequences.
After a brief silence, Daxton said in a cold tone, “That must not happen again.” His voice cout like ice, cold
and lacking any trace of warmth.
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Shortly after, a taxi arrived, and Carrie quickly stepped out.
As she walked toward Daxton, surprise flashed in her eyes. Then, she quickly looked him over with concern.
Seeing he appeared fine and unharmed, she relaxed slightly and asked, “Daxton, what's going on?”
Noticing the worry in Carrie's gaze, Daxton’s lips curved into a gentle smile, as naturally warm and comforting as
the first rays of spring sunshine.
Watching this unfold, Daxton’s assistant felt a ripple through him. In that moment, he grasped the true meaning
of hiding behind an angelic face. Strangely, it was even more unnerving than Kristopher’s icy, detached
presence.
“I'm fine,” Daxton assured, moving to stand next to Carrie. “I'm here to introduce you to someone.” As he spoke,
he extended a hand toward her face, the gesture leaving her uncertain.
“Who are you talking about?” Carrie asked, her curiosity piqued as she instinctively leaned away, tilting her head
to dodge his approaching hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Daxton didn’t touch her. Instead, he plucked a loose red thread from her shoulder with an easy, casual
motion. He held it up briefly, then flicked it into a nearby trash can without a second thought.
A wave of embarrassment washed over Carrie. Was her imagination running wild? How could she, a married
woman, even entertain the idea of Daxton touching her face—especially outside a police station?
Flustered, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and muttered, “It must've gotten onin the taxi.”
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