Chapter 477

Tiffany keenly grasped the meaning behind his words. She thought, “What did he mean by ‘still like’? Could it be that we really knew each other before?”

Tiffany asked, “Do you know me? Do you hate me? Do we… have a grudge?” Each question was accompanied by an intense stare into Felix’s eyes, unwilling to miss any flicker of emotion. Despite his skillful concealment, a flash of coldness briefly appeared in his eyes at her last sentence.

Tiffany frowned. She didn’t remember ever meeting Felix. She asked bluntly, “Even if there’s a grudge between us, you have to tell me. Otherwise, if I don’t know anything, what’s the point of hating me? What’s the point of taking revenge?”

Felix maintained a cold smile. He said, “Don’t ask so many questions. Take advantage of the fact that I don’t want to kill you yet. Be good, okay?”

Tiffany avoided his outstretched hand and picked up a wine glass from the rack. She didn’t dare drink it; she merely lifted it and sniffed. The fragrance was strong, distinctly peach. She concluded it was peach wine, a variety unavailable in Lovell City. If Felix meant she used to enjoy it, the grudge between them didn't originate in Lovell City.

The more she considered this, the more confused she became. She set down the glass. She hadn’t come to settle old scores, but to eliminate him completely, she couldn't afford any distractions.

Tiffany sat back, closing her eyes to rest. The cars behind them had already changed several times. They drove for over two hours before finally stopping. Before Tiffany stood a massive, open-air arena, resembling a gymnasium but with a faint smell of blood—clearly not a pleasant place.

Tiffany’s expression shifted. She asked, “Why did you bring me here? Is this what you call a party?” She thought, “Bullshit!”

A cacophony of shouting and screaming from within threatened to pierce their eardrums.

Felix raised an eyebrow and offered his hand. “I think you’ll like it. Let’s go.”

Tiffany ignored his hand and walked straight ahead.

At the same time, in Royal Bay…

Richard didn't wake until that morning. He felt slightly dizzy but refreshed. Strangely, his wound had healed remarkably quickly.

Richard looked around but didn't see Tiffany. He assumed she’d left after putting him to sleep yesterday and was likely at school. He planned to pick her up later.

He smiled and dressed. The servants downstairs had prepared breakfast and a car. Seeing him, they bowed respectfully. "Mr. Hampton, would you like breakfast?"

"Not right now," Richard replied, slowly descending the stairs. He saw Sidney and Garry. Since their whipping the day before yesterday, they’d been behaving miserably.

Garry whined, “Richard, why aren’t my wounds healing faster than yours?”

Even Sidney was astonished. Richard’s wound healed at least five times faster than normal. Such a deep cut would usually take at least half a month to heal, even with proper care. Yet, despite accidentally reopening it, it healed incredibly quickly. In contrast, their whip wounds still stung with every brush.

Sidney initially attributed it to the Miracle Healer spirit herbs, but he and Garry had also used them—with far less noticeable results. He now suspected Richard’s rapid recovery had little to do with Grelle’s medicine.

Richard rolled up his sleeves, casually settling onto the sofa. He asked, “Have you investigated yesterday’s cemetery explosion? Have you found out who kidnapped Eric?”

The explosion had alarmed many, especially with Eric’s kidnapping. Richard sensed something more sinister at play.

Garry nodded. “I have. I checked surveillance cameras at Eric’s school. He was knocked out, placed in a trash can, then a cardboard box, transported to the cemetery in a vehicle with no visible cameras.”

He touched his nose. “The license plate and the kidnapper’s identity were both fake…”

“So, all leads are gone?” Richard’s eyes darkened.

Garry explained carefully, under pressure, “I’m still investigating…”

Richard said, “Forget those leads and investigate the bomb.” Identities and plates could be forged, but the bomb's origin could not be erased. There would be traces. Moreover, while disarming it, he’d realized the model was rare. Following that lead would surely reveal the culprit.

Garry’s face lit up. He patted the sofa. “My brain’s not working well after my injury. I’ll do it now!” He hurried away.

Sidney muttered, “You're still a fool even without an injury.” Fortunately, Garry didn't hear.

Richard elegantly ate. Sidney coughed, then said seriously, "Richard, want to watch the gladiatorial battle in the suburbs today? I heard there's a special event. Also, I heard Felix isn't dead and will be at the arena."

“Are you sure?” Richard frowned. He thought, Felix died before me. Why is he openly reappearing? Was he behind the engagement party incident? Did he plant the bomb on Eric and send him to the cemetery?

Richard’s expression hardened. “Let’s go.” He dropped his silverware and rushed out. Sidney followed.

They headed to the arena, but encountered Grelle squatting by the roadside.

Sidney was stunned. “She’s persistent.” Grelle did this daily. Most would be moved by her dedication, but not Richard.