Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 42: Rebellious Youth

Alia Wright blankly looked up at Robert Reed.

Was she not repulsed?

Soone like her, filled with darkness and loathing herself, had exposed herself completely through this painting, yet she wasn’t repulsed.

Alia Wright felt a little lost.

She was already sickly, her complexion too pale, looked like a half-dead ghost to others.

Robert Reed saw her like this, and surprisingly sensed a touch of death in her, suddenly saying seriously: "Alia, don’t die."

Alia’s heart trembled, she bit her lip and didn’t speak.

She had long been dead, now rely a shell, living like the walking dead, only to seek revenge.

Alia felt as if soone had seen through her little secret, as if soone had seen the ugly, filthy blood beneath the beautiful exterior — instinctually, she wanted to escape.

But Robert Reed grabbed her arm, preventing her escape, the old man repeated emphatically: "You must promise , you cannot die."

Alia’s breathing quickened, after a long while, she lowered her head, whispering almost inaudibly: "I... I’ll try."

Robert Reed’s eyes were sowhat dim, he cannot bear to see anyone else around him leave.

This apprentice seed like she was sent to him by destiny.

At this mont, Robert Reed was like a doting grandfather to Alia.

He put away Alia’s painting, as if nothing had happened, kindly calling to Alia: "Let’s go, I’ll take you downstairs to et the head of Ink Manor."

Alia followed Robert Reed downstairs with her head lowered.

Robert Reed called over everyone from Ink Manor.

"Everyone co and et, this is my only apprentice, Alia," Robert Reed said, pointing at each person to introduce them to Alia: "This is the head of operations at Ink Manor, this is the master of oil painting, Old Quinn, this is the ancient painting restorer, Mr. Reed..."

The stance was as if introducing the future little owner, leaving everyone a bit puzzled.

Robert Reed was bewilderingly good to Alia, even Alia herself felt this ntor-apprentice relationship was too sudden.

She never intended to sincerely learn painting, even that apprenticeship was rely a ploy to embarrass Ava Wright, a calculation for fa and fortune.

She never hides her calculations, the ntor knows it too.

She shouldn’t be treated so well.

Until Alia left Ink Manor, she was still a bit dazed.

This life, many things are different.

She gained a very good teacher.

And Godfery Shaw... he seed different too.

Alia looked up at the azure sky, her heart grew bitter; these changes would have been nice in the previous life, but now no matter how good others are to her, it seems they can’t warm this dead heart.

After leaving Ink Manor, Alia didn’t return to Imperial Garden.

She bought a n’s outfit, a wig, disguised herself slightly, went to an underground racetrack.

Now that the Wright family successfully bid for that gem, she should also get in touch with the popular actress, Fiona Morgan.

Fiona Morgan is aloof by nature, she is currently a popular actress, making connections with her isn’t easy, even seeing her face is hard.

But Alia knew Fiona had a brother, with their parents deceased, Fiona and this brother relied on each other, she treasured her brother greatly.

Alia knew this because in the previous life, Fiona’s brother soon died at the racetrack, when Fiona, who had fa and fortune, heard the news she went mad; the news then shocked the whole of Aning City.

Alia arrived at the racetrack ntioned in the news.

She looked around for a while, soon seeing a young man who just got off the racecar.

Dressed in biker attire, dyed greyish blonde hair, a face with so resemblance to Fiona, even had bruises.

Alia knew it was him.

At this mont, a few people surrounded him.

The leader, wearing sunglasses, holding a steel pipe, malevolently said: "Hamilton, you’ve lost the bet, according to the agreent, either pay ten million, or your leg is mine."

Hamilton gritted his teeth: "You guys did it on purpose, deliberately tampered with my car, deliberately targeted ."

The opponent laughed a few tis: "Haha, at the racetrack there’s only winning and losing, lost then just accept it, are you trying to renege? Or you can race us again, if you win the previous debt is cleared, but if you lose, it’s not just your arm, your life will be mine too."

Hamilton’s face flushed.

The group laughed louder.

"Look at this kid, I said he wouldn’t dare bet, a brat coming to race cars."

"Heard you have a sister, you can call her to bring money."

"Or look, you’re quite handso, your sister must be a beauty too, let her accompany us for a month, haha."

Hamilton, hearing about his sister, was instantly enraged, recklessly said: "Fine, bet then bet, you think I’m scared?"

Alia watched this scene, sowhat understanding why Hamilton died at the racetrack in the previous life, he was brainless, couldn’t take provocation, even risked his life, in the future others would call the shots.

Alia stood up and walked forward.

She coldly said: "Wait, if you want to buy his life, ten million isn’t enough."

Given Fiona’s status, if she knew her brother gambled his life over ten million, she’d be mad enough to want to kill her brother.

Everyone looked at Alia speaking, imdiately soone whistled: "Hey Hamilton, where’d you find this young master, looks prettier than the racing girl here."

Alia wore black pants, beige hoodie, 165 cm tall dressed as a boy, like a high schooler, just that noble, calm deanor, indeed like a rich young master.

Hamilton was puzzled too, didn’t want to implicate the innocent, waved at Alia: "Who are you, go away, go away, this isn’t sothing you can involve in."

Alia just looked at the group opposite: "He won’t participate in this gamble, I’ll pay the ten million for him."

The group laughed: "Young master, where do you think this is, coming here to joke, no fool would spend ten million on a stranger."

Alia remained indifferent.

The leader wearing sunglasses paused, stopped the laughter with a raised hand, twirling the steel pipe, said: "Too late to pay now! He’s already agreed to race, so he must go, or young master, will you go instead?"

This kid was too calm, if he really was willing to spend ten million to play, then he would lose.

With Hamilton, he could earn much more than ten million.

Alia heard this, slightly curled her lips, "Alright, I’ll go in his place."

Just like a rich young master, overprotected, wanting to play hero without knowing what it’s all about, just agreed.

The group laughed, left just one sentence: "Next race starts in ten minutes."

After the group scattered.

Hamilton was completely confused.

Suddenly he burst out: "Who exactly are you! Racing isn’t a joke, clearly they’re targeting today, even sitting in the passenger seat isn’t safe."

Alia coolly glanced at Hamilton, suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.

"Slap!"

Hamilton was stunned.