Chapter 733: Peerless Beauty

Fortunately, the Mad Lord quickly calmed down, his mood becoming as gentle as the return of spring. Will breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to run his mouth any longer.

"He was an ordinary person."

The Mad Lord sighed softly, answering Will’s question. His friend’s greatest wish had been to be an ordinary person. Unfortunately, like him, his friend was destined never to be one.

’Anyone who’s been to that hellscape is lucky just to come back alive. How could they dare dream of being an ordinary person after that?’

’A life like that is destined to be lived in pain.’

It had taken him twenty years to slowly move on. His friend never managed to, not even at the moment of his death.

Will was taken aback. ’What kind of answer is that? An ordinary person?’

’Who isn’t an ordinary person?’

Seeing the Mad Lord was in low spirits, he started cracking some jokes to liven things up. A smile appeared on the Mad Lord’s face, and Will relaxed, thinking his jokes had amused the boss.

But in reality, the Mad Lord wasn’t listening to him at all. He was thinking about someone.

A peerless beauty he had seen earlier.

She wasn’t exactly young, but she was at that age when a woman possesses the most charm. The beauty was crying. Already delicate, her tears made her look even more pitifully lovely. An atomic bomb went off in the Mad Lord’s heart, which had been dormant for decades, and it instantly roared back to life.

His body told him, ’Go after her. Snatch that beauty and take her back to Capria.’

His reason, however, said, ’Control yourself. Love at first sight isn’t for you.’

In the end, the Mad Lord didn’t go after her. He was past the age of being young and reckless. That beauty wasn’t young; she was surely married with children. Even if he snatched her away, it would just be forcing her against her will. ’Best to leave it to fate.’

In recent years, the Mad Lord had been studying "The Book of Changes". Of course, he couldn’t understand it himself—after all, he was a semi-literate man who hadn’t even finished elementary school. But money talks, and it could certainly make a professor lecture. The Mad Lord spent a fortune hiring a university professor for one-on-one lessons on "The Book of Changes", but he still only had a superficial understanding.

However, the Mad Lord also had his own unique insights. The concept that resonated most deeply with him was ’fate’. Everything in the universe was governed by fate. For example, his connection with the little chubby girl—the fact that she could bring him a sense of peace and joy was a matter of fate.

And then there was Adrian Hawthorne. The kid reminded him of his own youth, which was also a kind of fateful connection.

But for people to get along, just having a fateful connection wasn’t enough; you also had to consider the depth of that connection. Like the chubby girl and Adrian Hawthorne—their connection was quite deep. As they spent more time together, feelings grew between them.

So, the Mad Lord also wanted to know how deep his own fateful connection was with the beauty.

If he and the beauty never met again, then he wouldn’t dwell on it. It would mean they were only fated to meet once. But if they could meet again, he would seize the destiny gifted to him by the heavens.

’Even if the beauty already belonged to someone else, he would have to kick that ’someone’ to the curb.’

’A man has to be bold, after all.’

Thinking of the beauty’s delicate appearance, looking so fragile and on the verge of tears that he couldn’t help but pity her, the Mad Lord couldn’t help but smile again. ’Now that’s a true beauty,’ he thought. ’But why was she crying?’

’Could it be that some man was mistreating her?’

At that thought, the Mad Lord again regretted not going after her. What if the man by her side was a treacherous wolf? Wouldn’t she be miserable!

「Meanwhile.」 Adrian Hawthorne was also wandering the area, looking for Rosalind Green. His mother had just seen his father. Of course, Bernice and Jacqueline Spann were also living here. That didn’t surprise Adrian, but he was still furious.

’The home that belonged to him and his mother had been stolen by that aunt and niece.’

What made him even angrier was his father. He was supporting that aunt and niece, yet he never came to Millstone Peak to find him and his mother. ’Perhaps there’s no longer any place for me and Mom in Father’s heart.’