As he was still pondering, she spoke again.
She said, "Simply betting one’s life is too boring. I think Young Master Linton has gambled like this many tis before, so let’s add so additional conditions."
Just as he was thinking she wasn’t much of anything, she had already stated the additional condition—
"Bet on whether soone is willing to die for another person, genuinely, without expecting anything in return, and disregarding everything else."
This established the purity of the gamble.
At that ti, he didn’t know what she intended, he just thought it seed easy. His subordinates had followed him for so many years, practically with their heads strapped to their belt buckles, they would surely do it.
So he said, "Fine."
Then, he saw her smile, her eyes sweeping over the faces of his subordinates one by one.
"This will do."
She said, "It’s decided that once this person acts, Young Master Linton, you must not offer him any compensation at all."
"Including giving his family money, promising to take care of his family, things like that, none of it is allowed."
Before he could figure out her intention, she took action once again.
Serena Sterling looked at the people present and said, "Young Master Linton, I will use my life for Julian. Whose life are you using, Young Master Linton?"
"In short," her gaze turned toward him, "Young Master Linton, who is willing to die for you without expecting anything in return?"
Instantly, he frowned and glanced back at his subordinates.
Then, he saw hesitation and fear in their eyes.
Looking again at the woman in front of him, she still had that smiling appearance.
This made him sowhat angry, standing up quickly from the chaise lounge, he approached her with the gun barrel against her head.
"You don’t have to care who I have to exchange my life for. Didn’t you say you would do it for Julian Lawson? Do you need to help you, let send you to see God right now?"
Anyway, he didn’t plan to keep his promise, so giving her a bullet earlier wouldn’t be a problem, as he had eliminated quite a few people over the years.
But she laughed.
While laughing, her eyes had a look of pity.
Yes, it was blatant pity!
Pity for him, Xander Linton.
"Xander Linton," she called his full na.
"Before you ca to Frelia, your deeds had already spread around the globe."
"Many people say you’re capricious, that your hands are stained with blood, but I think you are an extrely pitiful person."
Anger flared in Xander Linton’s heart, and the gun against her head pressed harder.
Yet she seed unafraid of such emotions.
"I think you’re always pulling pranks."
She smiled, "Except these pranks are very grueso, very terrifying."
"I don’t know what you’ve lost, or what kind of dilemma is in your heart."
"But I can see that what you call living wantonly, what you call capriciousness, is rely your attempt to find sothing, or perhaps soone, to fill the void inside you."
"I call this feeling helplessness."
"You want to protect so people but are powerless, want to strive for so things but can’t achieve it, want soone to be wholeheartedly for you, yet their eyes always carry too much."
"So you start looking for ways to vent your inner self through these pranks."
Xander Linton rembered how angry he was at that mont.
At that mont, he almost pulled the trigger to kill her, even made so movents, just a milliter away from releasing the bullet and blowing this woman’s head off.
The inner side he had hidden all along was completely seen through by her.
More than that, she was pitying him.
But he didn’t want to admit it, so he sneered with an extrely sarcastic tone, harshly jeering at her: "What is the point of what you’re saying? What about you? What can you do now?"
"You’re well aware that even if I blew your brains out with a single shot today, that contract might not be signed. Aren’t you helpless?"
"Hahaha!"
He suddenly laughed, looking at her with mockery: "You say so much, aren’t you afraid of death?"
"Beg , Serena, beg to spare your little life, and let you slink back ho with Julian Lawson!"
But she did not beg him.
Nor did she retort.
She admitted it quite naturally.
"Yes, I am helpless," she said, "It’s precisely because I’ve personally experienced that kind of helplessness, so I understand how you feel now."
"I understand completely."
She looked at him, her eyes slightly red, but her face was smiling.
Just a look, and he was convinced that she truly understood.
In his life over these years, it was the first ti he felt this way.
It seed as if sothing shattered at the mont she understood him.
"But Xander Linton, I am luckier than you," she said, "I have soone who loves wholeheartedly."
"Him?" The person Xander Linton referred to was Julian Lawson.
"Yes." Her words were firm, including her eyes and heart.
"He saved my life," she said, "When I was at death’s door, he saved , when I was weak, he gave strength."
"The most beautiful words he ever told were not ’I love you,’ but—’You are included in my life’s plans.’"
"Xander Linton, if you were holding a gun to his head today and ask if he would die for , I believe he would say yes without hesitation."
"And, Xander Linton, what I want to tell you is," she said, "If there is soone you want to protect, then try hard to do so, even if you can’t, you must try, if there is sothing you want, then do your best to fight for it, being unable and unreasonably angry is useless."
She paused slightly and said: "This is my personal experience."
Instinctively, he blurted out without thinking: "What if you still can’t do it?"
She smiled gently: "You can."
"As long as you are ruthless enough to yourself."
Her words, like a strong dose of courage, were enlightening.
Also like a psychological suggestion, telling him he could do it.
Before he could say anything else, she smiled at him once more.
"Rember the bet you agreed to, betting life, Xander Linton, I bet I will win."
Before he figured out what she ant, she had already leapt into the freezing pool beside.
Xander Linton still rembered how he dumbfoundedly stood there, not able to react at all.
His mind seed to explode.
"You can do it."
"As long as you are ruthless enough to yourself."
She used her actions to show him what it ant.
The icy pool in late autumn was extrely cold, staying in it for a while would cause hypothermia, and not long after, one could freeze to death.
Even if not dead, one would get seriously ill.
And that wasn’t all, when her lips turned purple from the cold, her face full of pain in the pool, suddenly, blood started to appear.
At that mont, he was still wondering why there was blood.
She didn’t have any wounds, and none of them had fired a shot.
Still wondering if the ice cut her skin.
She also seed surprised by the blood, but then, she seed to understand.
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