Chapter 1679: The Feeling Of Being Above

Chapter 1679: The Feeling of Being Above

After dealing with the affairs of the group, Luther drove to the seaside

villa where Athena was staying.

According to their arrangement, today Athena would let him see Iris.

He needed to figure out the whole situation. Before making any

decisions, he couldn't act rashly.

Athena dared to openly threaten him because she definitely had a

backup plan.

Any careless move from him could result in Iris losing her life, and that

was something he absolutely couldn't allow.

He drove quickly and parked the car at the seaside villa. Arriving in the

daytime felt different from arriving at night. The surroundings looked

well-maintained and exquisite compared to the abandoned state of the

other villas. This place didn't appear dilapidated.

Athena had always been a woman who pursued a refined lifestyle,

even since she was a child. This could be seen from her dressing,

eating, and living habits.

Luther took out the items Athena requested from the car, two sets of

satellite systems. He didn't know what Athena wanted to do with these

things, but it definitely wasn't for anything good. However, for the sake

of Iris, he would fulfill her requests to this extent. Now, the most

important thing was seeing Iris.

He walked in and threw the boxes he brought onto the ground, kicking

them with his foot. "Here are the things you wanted."

Athena was dressed in all white today, with a black ribbon tied around

her hairline. She had no other decorations on her body. This aesthetic

sense wasn't in line with Pascaylia's taste. This kind of dressing was

usually done for funerals. But in Rohomes, it was considered festive

attire.

Luther furrowed his brows. Athena grew up in Pascaylia, but she didn't

have a trace of Pascaylia's culture in her.

Athena signaled to the black-clad person beside her, and the person

immediately took away the two boxes.

Athena pushed her wheelchair to Luther's side. She was about to lean

against him, but Luther discreetly avoided her.

Athena's face immediately darkened. "Brother Luther, what do you

mean? Don't you want to see Iris? Didn't we agree last night that you

would try to accept me? You come here today and give me this

attitude?"

Luther clenched his fists, enduring and enduring. "I also said that I

need time."

He stood still, not moving.

Athena approached again. "Brother Luther, can you sit with me for a

while? Let's talk. I'll call someone to bring Iris over."

Luther patiently sat down on the sofa. He surveyed the surroundings,

silently memorizing the structure of the house, noting the number of

doors, windows, and any suspicious hidden entrances.

From his observation, the interior structure of the house seemed

smaller than the exterior structure, indicating that there must be hidden

spaces inside. Apart from the special glass room where Iris was, there

should be other hidden rooms.

He contemplated how to rescue Iris.

Even if he didn't care about his own life, how could he disregard Iris's

safety?

Athena pulled Luther's arm, putting on a pitiful look.

"Brother Luther, look, I can't walk because of you. It was all because of

you that I ended up like this. Can you carry me to the sofa? I want to sit

with you for a while." Athena's voice sounded sweet and spoiled.

Luther felt a wave of disgust. “Let your personal bodyguard do it."

"Brother Luther, you promised me," Athena raised her voice, and her

delicate face twisted up. "I want you to carry me."

Luther glanced at her, knowing that if he didn't fulfill her request, he

might not see Iris today.

He had no choice but to endure.

He stood up and roughly lifted Athena from her wheelchair, tossing her

onto the sofa, showing no hint of tenderness.

Athena's back hit the back of the sofa, and it hit her injured shoulder. It

hurt so much that she clenched her teeth and almost shed tears, but in

the end, she held back. It didn't matter; she had time to slowly deal with

it. At least for now, Luther had to listen to her every word. This was a

good start.

She brushed her injured shoulder and thought about the pain she

would inflict on Joyce, the woman who had caused her so much

suffering. How dare she hurt her? Athena would make sure Joyce

experienced a hundred times the pain.

The first step was to snatch Luther away from her.

Luther sat down on a spot away from Athena, his face cold. "When can

I see Iris?"

Athena moved closer to him. "Don't be in such a hurry. Have some tea

and chat for a while. I'll call someone to bring Iris over."

She skewered a piece of dragon fruit with a fruit fork, thinking of

feeding it to Luther.

Luther raised his hand to stop her. “I don't eat that."

He thought to himself that he definitely couldn't eat anything from her.

Athena withdrew her hand and ate it herself. "If you don't eat dragon

fruit, don't worry, I won't harm you. Brother Luther, I love you so much

that I can't contain it."

She chewed on the dragon fruit, swallowing it, deliberately making a

seductive gesture in front of him.

Luther's body tensed up, almost wanting to vomit.

Athena thought that he didn't avoid her and was willing to accept her.

She became bolder, after ten years, he was finally by her side, so

close. She could reach out and touch him.

His handsome contours, his arched eyebrows, his perfectly straight

nose, and his sexy lips.

She looked at him greedily, almost going crazy. She wanted to kiss him,

to possess him madly.

She leaned closer, her red lips getting closer, wanting to offer him her

kiss.

However, Luther suddenly stood up.

She missed, falling awkwardly on the sofa.

Luther's frosty eyes stared at Athena. "My patience has limits. You can

try if you want. Before I lose my cool, let me see Iris."

Athena stood up straight, and the powerful coldness emanating from

him intimidated her. She had always been afraid of him since

childhood. Only he could give her this feeling of being above others. In

front of him, she never dared to be presumptuous.

Even a single glance from him could make her heart tremble, palpitate,

and flutter.

She approached him again, wanting to be close to him, soft and small,

really appearing in front of him without the bulletproof glass.

His thin lips trembled with excitement. This was his and Joyce's

daughter, their daughter, standing right in front of him, alive and real.