The Seven Charismatic Sisters of Mine novel Chapter 4

They chatted for around half an hour before Cordelia got to her feet. “Mr. Olman, I'm heading back to Cordelia Group. I'll pay you a visit another time.”

“Okay. You should focus on your business. I'm doing fine here,” Walter said happily.

“If Gavin upsets you again, let me know. I'll teach him a lesson.” After bidding Walter goodbye, Cordelia turned to Emrys. “Come with me. I need to talk to you.”

Emrys nodded and walked out behind her silently.

Outside, there was a Porsche 911 parked by the road, with the driver waiting aside.

“Get in,” Cordelia said curtly.

Emrys hopped into the backseat and immediately felt an icy gaze directed at him. It came from Cordelia.

Emrys felt a chill go down his spine.

What's wrong? Why is Delia acting this way? Even if we last met fifteen years ago, there is no good reason for her to be so distant and unwelcoming toward me.

“Be honest with me. What is your motive for approaching Mr. Olman?” Cordelia demanded icily.

Motive?

Her question caught Emrys by surprise. “Delia, what are you talking about?”

Cordelia fixed her gaze on him, her expression stern and impatient. “Enough with the act. I don't have that much time to waste on you. Just tell me how much you want!”

It was obvious to Emrys that Cordelia was hostile toward him as she thought he was an impostor.

Interesting.

A smile nudged Emrys' lips as he decided to trick her. He leaned against the chair lazily.

“Why didn't you expose me in front of Mr. Olman if you know I'm an imposter?”

I was right. He is an imposter.

Cordelia's gaze grew increasingly icy.

As Emrys had expected, she didn't believe that he was still alive. Although revealing the truth would have been easier, she had chosen to keep silent, as she didn't want to let Walter down.

Cordelia felt terrible to see Walter's health deteriorating over the years, but she couldn't do anything about it.

It had been more than a decade since she had last seen him beam with such joy, and she found it impossible to shatter the blissful moment by revealing the truth.

Of course, there was no need to explain things to the imposter. Instead of answering Emrys' question, she merely glared at him.

Emrys gave a nonchalant shrug. “Give me a ride home, will you? I'm actually headed in the same direction as you.”

With that, he closed his eyes.

Cordelia had no choice but to tell the driver to drive.

The Porsche sped away, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in its wake. Not a word was spoken throughout the journey, and the tension in the vehicle was palpable.

Cordelia's expression remained frosty the entire time.

Around twenty minutes later, she suddenly frowned and said, “This is not the way to Cordelia Group.”

However, the driver ignored her and continued driving.

A sense of foreboding crept into Cordelia's chest.

Before long, the car rolled to a stop in a spacious area.

The driver, Simon Hall, turned around and flashed a smile. “Ms. Youngblood, please understand that I'm merely doing my job.”

“What is this?” Cordelia's eyes were cold.

“Nothing. You'll only have to play along and allow me to take several pictures of you. I won't harm you if you cooperate with me.”

After locking the doors, he pulled out a camera and a sharp knife from beneath his seat.

“Ms. Youngblood, I believe you're smart enough to make the right decision.”

Crack!

Simon had no idea that Emrys' fingers were strong enough to crush his bone easily.

He let out an agonized scream.

Tossing the camera away, he unlocked the doors and fled the scene.

However, he soon felt pain flaring up his legs, and he crumpled to the ground.

The culprits were two uneven pebbles, which had embedded themselves in the back of his knees.

What the f*ck did he do? Ah!

Riveting terror swept through Simon, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

“I can't even bear to bully Delia. Who are you to take advantage of her?”

Emrys strode forward and gave Simon's injury a forceful kick.

“Ow!” Another scream pierced the air, and Simon fainted from the excruciating pain.

Anyone who crossed Emrys' limit would meet their doom.

Emrys' limit was none other than the seven ladies. Those who dared to lay a hand on them would have to face Sky Devourer Lord's wrath.

If they were in battle, Simon would've been dead by now.

Cordelia got out of the car and stood behind Emrys. Her lashes trembled when she saw how intimidating he was.

“Who on earth are you?” she asked.

Suddenly, Emrys spun around and took off his pants. At the same time, he pinned Cordelia to the ground.

“Delia, I'm sorry!”

“Mmph!”