Chapter 631


    “Mackenzie! Mackenzie, where are you? Answer me!” Emmanuel spun around in the forest, shouting at


    the top of his lungs.


    He couldn’t see Mackenzie, but he had a strong intuition that his wife was


    nearby.


    Master’s butterflies are still guiding me. I should be on the right track!`


    The next moment, a small patch of snow fell in front of him.


    Emmanuel looked up. There was nothing on the tall tree above him. However,


    a strong sense of danger surged within him, and it felt somewhat familiar. No,


    they’re not trying to assassinate my wife again, are they?!


    Swoosh! A red silhouette darted toward him out of nowhere, and within came


    a chilling glint.


    It was a dagger.


    Emmanuel swiftly dodged to the side and, in one fluid motion, used a


    powerful grip to catch the red figure.


    !


    “Since you’vee, reveal yourself!”


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    Emmanuel attempted to subdue the opponent, but to his surprise, the red


    figure was more agile than he had imagined and suddenly slipped into his


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    embrace.


    It startled him, and he quickly used his other hand to control the intruder.


    Suddenly, a warmth spread in his chest, apanied by a soft sensation,


    and an aromatic scent of orchids filled his heart.


    “Hehe, I do like the way you’re holding me, but aren’t you afraid your wife will


    see us like this?”


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    The red figure turned out to be a devilishly well–proportioned woman, but she


    was dressed skimpily on such a cold day.


    “It’s you!” Emmanuel didn’t let go of the assassin, for he knew very well that


    the person before him was an elite assassin from the Redback Assassins.


    Once he let go, it would bring endless trouble.


    “It’s me! Since you’re holding me so tightly and I can’t struggle, I can only go


    along with your wishes,” said the assassin in red. She closed her eyes and


    tilted her head back, assuming a posture of surrender.


    “Get lost!” Emmanuel chucked her away, ultimately afraid of the shameless


    assassin.


    Lo and behold, the assassin in red lifted her legs andy on her side after


    dropping to the ground, and her chest trembled following her giggles.


    “Where is my wife? Speak, or I’ll kill you in this instance!” Emmanuel exuded a


    murderous aura. Thest time he encountered the assassin in red, she had


    conspired with others to assassinatè Mackenzie in the valley. He wouldn’t


    show her mercy now that she hade to him again!


    “My, my, someone’s gotten quite an upgrade. I can’t possibly defeat you now.


    I’m really scared…” said the assassin in red, pretending to be vulnerable.


    Any man would’ve gotten weak in their knees that instant. However,


    Emmanuel showed not even a sliver of sympathy for her. In fact, he knew full


    well that that was a necessary skill for female assassins. As such, he charged


    toward her, shackling her by her tender neck with one hand.


    “Are you going to speak or not? If you don’t, I’ll kill you immediately!” His grip


    on her tightened further as he reiterated.


    Though the woman’s face had turned crimson, she kept her lips sealed, and


    her eyes disyed an inexplicable stubbornness.


    If it weren’t for that look in her eyes, Emmanuel could have squeezed the life


    out of her. That said, he thought the assassin was behaving rather


    inexplicably as if she held some strange grudge against him. What on earth


    is going on?


    Ultimately, he eased his grip slightly and threatened again, “Will you speak or


    not?”


    “Hehehe…” The assassin in red giggled smugly. Knowing Emmanuel wouldn’t


    kill her, she even brazenly extended her fair hand and gently caressed his


    cheek. “I can tell you where she is, but on one condition!“