Chapter 706


    Chapter 706 The Handsome Cayden


    Cayden exited the shopping mall at an unhurried pace.


    The “woman''s” tall and striking frame,bined with her attention-grabbing appearance, rendered


    every step she took brimming with elegance. Amidst the bustling crowd, she stood out distinctly.


    Cassie regarded her with a hint of skepticism. This Aplothian woman appears unusually tall, doesn''t


    she?


    Yet, Eastern Epean women were often tall, with some even reaching heights above 190 centimeters.


    There was no substantial reason to harbor doubts about this.


    Cassie pointed at Cayden in an imperious manner and ordered, “You, take off your sunsses!”


    With a faint smile ying on his lips, Caydenplied, removing his sunsses and revealing a


    complexion as fair as a blooming flower.


    Cassie''s brows furrowed as she scrutinized the excessively beautiful Aplothian woman, her eyes


    reflecting an air of enchantment and expressiveness. There was a faint sense of familiarity in “her”


    features, a subtle resemnce to the man Cassie was relentlessly pursuing.


    However, Cassie swiftly dismissed such notions.


    A proud man like Hugh would never resort to disguising himself as a woman. Furthermore, Hugh''s skin


    is a captivating bronze hue, whereas the woman before me possesses aplexion of snow white.


    There isn''t the slightest resemnce between the two.


    Cassie waved her hand in an irritable gesture toward Cayden, her impatience evident as she


    instructed, “Move along, don''t linger and be an eyesore!”


    And thus, the ck-d men allowed Cayden to continue on his way.


    Cassie''s icy gaze swept across the bustling crowd. She noted that the majority of individuals were


    blond-haired, green-eyed Eastern Epeans. A smattering of Aplothian men could be found scattered


    about, but they generally possessed shorter statures and unremarkable appearances.


    Impatience gnawing at her, Cassie spoke curtly. “You all stay put and guard the entrance. Don''t


    overlook any traces. The rest of you,e with me. We''re searching the interior!”


    Beneath the wide brim of his hat, Cayden''s lips curved into a sly, imperceptible smile. Swiftly, he joined


    the stream of people who were granted passage, slipping away in a different direction.


    Within the shopping mall, Cassie strode purposefully alongside her group, confidently traversing each


    store. Despite her numerous inquiries, they were unable to uncover any sign of Cayden.


    While inspecting a high-end boutique, Cassie encountered the exact floral maxi dress worn by the


    Aplothian woman.


    Why she could recall that woman so vividly was a question she couldn''t quite answer. It could be a


    peculiar intuition or perhaps the indelible allure of that “woman''s” countenance.


    Entering the store, Cassie reached out to touch the long skirt, but before she could make contact, a


    smiling shop assistant approached her. “Are you also interested in purchasing a dress, miss? You''ve


    got excellent taste. Just earlier, there was ady... or rather, a gentleman, who also bought this same


    dress.”


    Cassie''s icy gaze bore into the shop assistant, a ck gun pressed against the side of thetter''s


    head. “What did you just say? A man purchased this maxi dress?”


    The shop assistant nearly went pale from the shock, realizing that the situation had taken a perilous


    turn. Confronted with the sudden influx of ck-suited individuals surrounding the store, she


    comprehended the gravity of the situation.


    “W-What do you intend to do?” she stammered, overwhelmed by fear.


    Cassie''s subordinate brandished a photograph and tossed it onto the counter before the shop


    assistant, demanding, “Have you seen this man?”


    The shop assistant, paralyzed with trepidation, hastily divulged the truth, “Y-Yes... this man just bought


    women''s clothing, shoes, and a sun hat here. Initially, I assumed he was purchasing them for his wife


    or girlfriend, but to my astonishment, he ended up trying them on himself... I-I can hardly believe it.


    He''s so handsome, yet he has a penchant for cross-dressing. Not only did he purchase women''s


    clothes, but he even took a wig off one of our store mannequins...”


    Cassie''s voice rang out with intensity. “He wore women''s clothes, took a wig and a hat?”


    The shop assistant dared not make a move, tremblingly affirming, “Y-Yes, he selected the newest style


    that just arrived at our store. However, he looked ethereal in it, incredibly unique. He appeared even


    more beautiful than a woman wearing it...”


    The final sentence was punctuated with amazement.


    Cassie''s visage turned frigid. Suddenly, she recalled the Aplothian woman she had encountered near


    the mall entrance.


    That captivating face, those familiar features, and those eyes that met hers, were alluring and


    captivating.


    Initially, she had interpreted those eyes as brimming with tenderness. Yet, in hindsight, they were


    suffused with derision and challenge, an indication of his disbelief that she hadn''t recognized him.


    Cassie seethed with fury, vexed at allowing the very man she was tasked with capturing to evade her


    grasp so effortlessly.


    Suppressing the boiling anger within her, she strode forward with purposeful strides,manding,


    “After him!”


    One of her subordinates hastily snapped a photograph and set off in pursuit.


    In a matter of moments, the entire group of assassins had been alerted to Cayden''s disguise: an aqua-


    blue floral maxi dress, a white sun hat, and brown sunsses.


    Cayden dipped his hat lower, making his way toward the parking lot. However, his path was abruptly


    blocked by two men d in ck suits. “Hold it right there!”


    Without ncing back, he continued moving forward, only to find a human barrier forming ahead.


    Several guards regarded him icily, their gaze fixed upon him as if sizing up a helpless prey.


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    Cayden''s expression hardened, but he deliberately inquired in standard Ustranasion, “Excuse me, what


    seems to be the matter?”


    “Hugh, return with us immediately. Ms. Cassie is infuriated,” one of them demanded.


    Adopting a nonchnt demeanor, Cayden tilted his hat slightly and responded calmly, “Apologies, but I


    believe there''s been a misunderstanding. I''m not acquainted with anyone named Ms. Cassie.”


    “Hmph, enough with the chit-chat! Take this traitor into custody!” A man dressed in ck, his patience


    clearly waning, lunged toward Cayden.


    In an instant, Cayden sprang into action, deftly covering the man''s mouth from behind to stifle any


    sound. His grip tightened around the man''s neck, executing a swift and forceful twist. Before the man


    could even utter a groan, his body slumped lifelessly to the ground.


    Despite his aversion to taking lives, Cayden found himself trapped in circumstances that often


    demanded bloodshed for survival.


    Sensing the danger that unfolded, another assassin reacted swiftly, training his firearm on Cayden.


    With the agility of a predator, Cayden lunged forward, his hand closing around the assassin''s pistol just


    as the gun discharged. The sharp crack of the gunshot resonated, apanied by Cayden''s internal


    curse, “Damn it.”


    The silenced bullet grazed his arm, a fiery pain surging through him as he winced. While his struggle


    altered the bullet''s trajectory, it still managed to graze his arm, leaving behind an intense burning


    sensation.


    Battling through the pain, Cayden retaliated by driving his knee forcefully into the assassin''s abdomen.


    In a simultaneous motion, he disarmed the man of his firearm.


    His time on Eerie Ind had subjected him to rigorous training, familiarizing him with an array of


    firearms to the point where he could disassemble them blindfolded.


    In a swift motion, he dismembered the assassin''s arm, using the limp body as a makeshift shield


    against any iing bullets as he sprinted toward the underground parking lot.


    Despite his efforts, a circle of a dozen or so assassins had encircled him, closing off his escape route.


    A cold, bitterugh escaped Cayden''s lips as he clenched a gleaming silver pistol, its metallic surface


    catching an eerie glint from the surrounding streetlights.


    His intent to kill was palpable in the air. He was poised for a battle, determined to unleash a storm of


    violence if necessary. The question that hung in the bnce was whether he could survive this


    relentless onught and reunite with his beloved Avery.


    But then, a surprising turn of events unfolded.


    The assassins surrounding him began to drop one by one, each struck down by precise gunfire.


    Cayden''s gaze darted around, his astonishment mingling with caution.


    Soon, his eyes locked onto Xander, who approached with a wicked grin, his tone thick with sarcasm.


    “Well, well, well, when did the unparalleled Mr. Cayden decide to dabble in the world of femininity?”