The n surrounding Shen Yanhe and Qiao Wei ford an encirclent in the middle, with the burly leading man staring at Shen Yanhe, he said in a deep voice, "There’s a saying in your Daxia, ’A wise man submits to the circumstances.’"
"I trust this young lady will make a choice that’s beneficial to herself, right?"
Qiao Wei’s face turned ugly, his heart sinking slightly.
He had noticed the wooden batons belted around the waists of the burly n.
He never expected the young master of the Crowley family to be so arrogant and domineering as to try to abduct soone in the street.
But Wu Fang had gone to park the car, and now, relying on just himself, he couldn’t handle so many people ard with wooden batons, and he might even put the lady at risk of injury.
He could only bluff them with the na of the Snare.
After all, if the chief found out that on the first day he took the lady out, they were forced to have coffee with another man,
the chief would twist his head off and kick it like a ball.
Qiao Wei’s expression kept changing, and with a grim face, he was about to step forward when Shen Yanhe held out her hand to stop him, calmly looking at the burly man, her red lips curving into a smile, "Buddy, don’t be so hot-tempered, I’ll just go have a coffee with your young master."
Qiao Wei’s expression changed drastically, "Madam!"
Shen Yanhe gave him a reassuring look, then smiled at the burly man, "I hope your young master can afford this coffee."
The burly man’s face softened slightly, "The young lady really knows how to read the situation."
He and the others around him stepped back slightly, making an inviting gesture, "Miss, please."
Qiao Wei’s face looked unpleasant, anxiously looking at Shen Yanhe, "Madam, you...."
"Wait here." Shen Yanhe patted his shoulder, pocketed one hand, and walked leisurely in the direction of the cafe, "I’ll be back in a bit."
Two burly n followed her to prevent her from escaping.
Unable to set his mind at ease, Qiao Wei stepped forward to follow her but was stopped by the burly man, "Our young master only invited that young lady."
He glared fiercely at the burly man, his face dark, "You will pay for what you’ve done today."
The n encircling Qiao Wei burst into loud laughter, with so of them even pinching the corners of their eyes and pulling them aside, making a gesture highly offensive to the people of Daxia.
"Hahaha! This kid really doesn’t know how tall the sky is or how thick the earth is. This is the territory of the Crowley family, and he still has the audacity to say that we’ll pay the price?"
"Hahaha, people from Daxia really don’t know the size of the world."
"Chink, Chink."
Qiao Wei’s face beca ugly, his eyes even darker, as he took out his phone and dialed Wu Fang, who had gone to park.
The burly man glanced at Qiao Wei indifferently, scoffing at his attempt to call for backup, paying him no mind at all.
This was Crowley turf, only Snare and the Interpol could make them wary,
Everyone else? Worthless.
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anwhile, Shen Yanhe entered the cafe.
Yuewan Crowley, who had been watching her for so ti, rose to greet her with pleasure, "This beautiful Eastern young lady, my na is Yuewan Crowley, and I’m smitten with you at first sight."
He lifted what he believed to be a suavely handso smile on his face, bowed slightly to Shen Yanhe, and reached out his hand to her, wanting to perform the hand-kissing courtesy, "I hope you can forgive for compellingly bringing you here with such strong asures."
Yuewan was brimming with confidence inside. He had used this kind of forceful approach before to persuade Eastern girls he fancied on dates; initially, they were indeed upset, but after they saw how gentlemanly he was and willing to spend money, their attitudes quickly changed.
Therefore, he now believed that there was no woman he, Yuewan, couldn’t have.
The beautiful Eastern girl before him was no exception.
Shen Yanhe looked at Yuewan, her lips curling into a smile as she spoke in fluent English, "Mr. Yuewan’s behavior is indeed impolite, making quite angry."
"However, seeing how sincerely you apologized, I will forgive you for the ti being."
Yuewan Crowley’s eyes flashed with a hint of contempt as he naturally withdrew his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I knew you were a kind girl. Please sit down. What kind of coffee would you like?"
Shen Yanhe stepped forward while Yuewan Crowley followed behind her.
Her gaze landed on the half-consud cup of coffee on the table. Her fingers lightly caressed it without leaving a trace, as a fine, nearly invisible white powder quickly dissolved into the coffee.
After taking her seat, Yanhe said coolly, "A cappuccino, thank you."
Yuewan sat opposite her, raising his hand to order a cappuccino.
The two bodyguards, knowing better, did not disturb Yuewan and Shen Yanhe, and turned to leave the coffee shop to stand guard outside.
This frightened away many people who were interested in coming in for coffee.
Inside the coffee shop.
Yuewan naturally picked up the coffee from the table, took a sip, and looked at Shen Yanhe, asking, "Beautiful Eastern girl, what’s your na?"
Shen Yanhe spoke in a calm and asured tone, "Ni Die."
Yuewan frowned slightly, struggling with the foreign language of Dayaxia, "Ni Die?"
"This na sounds too strange. If you don’t mind, please allow to call you Die."
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and she humd softly, "As you wish."
Yuewan was dissatisfied with Shen Yanhe’s cold deanor, but didn’t show it on his face. Instead, he thought to himself that once he had conquered this woman, he would train her like a dog.
To see if she could maintain that cool attitude then.
"Die, what brings you to the United States? Sightseeing?" Yuewan licked his lips, picked up the coffee to drink again, but his gaze was stuck on Shen Yanhe and did not move away, "There are many fun places in the United States. If you want to go sightseeing, I can accompany you."
For so reason, he suddenly felt very thirsty and his body was itch.
Was it because he hadn’t touched a woman in two days, and today he t such a beautiful one that he could hardly hold back?
At first, Yuewan wanted to resist, maintaining his gentlemanly deanor in front of Shen Yanhe.
But the itchiness grew stronger, as if bursting from his soul, making him unable to resist scratching vigorously to ease the itch.
Eventually, he couldn’t help but scratch his neck.
Once he started scratching, he couldn’t stop. His fingers clawed frantically at his neck, and he writhed against the chair back, using the friction against his clothes and the back of the chair to try and quell the itching.
Shen Yanhe watched him leisurely, leaning slightly back in her chair with a curved smile, "Mr. Yuewan, is the coffee to your liking?"
Yuewan nodded subconsciously, "It’s good, after all, this cafe has been making coffee for ten... "
He hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly thought of sothing, stopped scratching his neck, and looked up at Shen Yanhe, his expression changing abruptly, "Did you do sothing to my coffee?"
He didn’t feel like this when he was drinking his coffee before.
As soon as this woman arrived, his whole body beca unbearably itchy.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this woman must have tampered with it!
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