Chapter 431 We’re all Half Demon 10


    Four hourster.


    It was my first time toe to H Town. Different from the prosperity of City P, H Town was full of luxury


    and elegance.


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    If a woman was used to describe, City P was an aristocraticdy, dignified and beautiful, with


    prominent status.


    H Town was a youngdy of the new era with enchanting figure, advanced vision, and critical eyes.


    Snow in H Town is different from that in City P. It snowed here twice a year, three at most, and then it


    was gone.


    When I got off the ne, I took a taxi and went to the Bet family’s house. In the absence of snow,


    the trees on both sides of H Tow’s green belt looked withered and deste.


    The Bet family, in H Town, was a veritable old aristocrat. Three generations rich, big house. In such


    a particrly expensive ce, it was particrly attractive.


    The driver was surprised to hear that I was going to the Bet family’spound. He repeated


    several times, “Ma’am, do you have anything to do with the Bet family?”


    I looked out the window and pressed my lips together, “No.”


    The driver paused for a moment and kindly reminded me, “The Bet family is a noble family in H


    Town. They are very picky about girls. I’m afraid it’s not right for you to go there in such a rush!”


    When I heard this, it was evident that he took me for an ignorant girl clinging to a rich family.


    I pressed my lips together without exnation.


    The car stopped outside the Bet family’s house and the driver looked at me and said


    apologetically, “Miss, this is the Bet’s entrance. But if you want to go in, you should ask the people


    inside first. Bet’s house is so big that if you want to get in, you must ask someone to drive over to


    pick you up.”


    I nodded, paid the fare, and thanked him.


    Indeed, as the driver said, if I wanted to enter the Bet family’spound, I must get the owner’s


    consent, and then they would send someone to pick me up before I could enter.


    The security guard stopped me and said, “Miss, why don’t you call the Bet family to send someone


    to pick you up?”


    I reached for my phone, and I saw a few more missed calls from Dennis, and texts.


    Instead of answering his phone, I called Mario again, and this time, he answered.


    “ra!”


    “I’m at the Bet family’s gate in H Town. Give me back rie and I’ll take her back.”


    On the other end of the phone, Mario did not say anything. But the more he remained silent, the more


    my fear grew.


    I confess that I came in on the off chance. City P and H Town were so far apart, maybe Alex didn’t


    know what was going on.


    Maybe riana just ran out to y for a while, and Alex misheard or misunderstood.


    I felt Mario’s silence, and I almost had a nervous breakdown. I could not endure his long silence, and


    finally broke into a roar, “Mario, I said I need to see rie, and I’m taking my daughter back to City P.


    Did you hear me?”


    He said in a low voice, “I’m behind you.”


    I froze, turned back, and saw his vicissitudes and tired face. It was obvious that he had just arrived


    here.


    He was still holding the phone to his ear and slowly put it down when he saw me turn around. He


    looked at me with remorse and mixed emotions.


    When I didn’t see riana by his side, I tried not to panic. I looked at him and said, “Mario, where’s


    rie?”


    He opened his mouth, took a breath, and walked over to me. His mood settled down.


    He said, “Let’s go in first.”


    A ck Bentley pulled up to the door. He looked at me and said calmly, “Let’s go inside.”


    I pressed my lips and got into the car.


    I knew the Bet family was prosperous, but it was a little more prosperous than I expected.


    It was a 10-minute drive from the Bet family’s front door. Along the way were parks and natural


    It seemed more and more dreary and lonely.


    In the car, Mario’s phone rang. From the sound of his voice, I thought it was Dennis.


    He said a few words, looked at me, handed me the phone and said, “It’s Dennis.”


    I looked at him with pursed lips and chose to ignore him instead of reaching for it.


    He paused, took back the phone, and said into the receiver, “I’ll call you backter.”


    Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Mario said “Okay” and hung up, and silence


    returned to the car.


    The car stopped in front of a row of houses, and several well-dressed people came out. They seemed


    to be servants or nannies hired by the Bet family.


    As soon as we got out of the car, someone spoke up to Mario and said, “Mr. Mario Bet!”


    Mario nodded and looked at me, “Let’s go inside.”


    Then he looked at the chief man and said, “Prepare a room for Miss Kennedy.”


    The middle-aged man nodded and left.


    Mario and I entered the vi. There were no fewer than a dozen middle-aged men and women in the


    hall, and two elderly men and women in the middle of the hall.


    When Mario and I walked in, all their eyes turned to us.


    First, a middle-aged thin woman came forward and said, “Mario, did you find the child?”


    Hearing this, my nerves, which had been rxed, suddenly tightened.


    My body trembled a little and I stood in the same ce. So, was it true that riana was missing?


    My brain was buzzing. Fighting back my stress response, I looked up at Mario, waiting for his reply.


    Noticing my reaction, Mario frowned. He still looked tired. His mouth opened and he said with some


    difficulty, “I’ve got everyone out there looking for her, and the police have filed it. Nothing’s gonna


    happen to rie!”


    “Bang!” The p, thest strength I had left, hit Mario in the face as hard as I could. It was loud enough


    and it hurt enough.


    For a moment, everyone in the hall looked at me. Some red at me, some frowned, and some


    watched.


    “Who are you? Why are you pping him?” It was a girl in her twenties, slightly chubby, with round


    cheeks.


    I looked at her, but didn’t say anything. I just looked at Mario, suppressed my anger, and said, “Mario,


    you better pray that rie is safe, or I will spend the rest of my life making a mess of you and the entire


    Bet family.”


    Suddenly there was the sound of a ss of water sitting on the table. It rang out loud in the silent hall.


    “Watch your tone, little girl!” The speaker was an old man sitting in the middle of the hall. His voice was


    strong, his eyes strong and bold.


    It was obvious that he must have been a powerful man in his youth.


    I looked at the stately old man. He looked more than eighty years old, but his eyes were still strong.


    I smiled. My facial expression was well controlled. “Why don’t you wait and see?”


    “How dare you!” The old man spoke, and the ss on the table was knocked off the floor.


    It seemed that he was angry.


    For a moment no one else dared speak. I looked at the old man, and his eyes were angry and cold. If


    anything went wrong, I would be torn to pieces in a moment.