Chapter 478 Felix’s Interest in Meryl

The bodyguards around couldn’t help but gape in surprise.

He spoke with such a fierce expression, yet his tone was so gentle, his voice filled with deep care. It created a stark contrast that left the bodyguards feeling bewildered.

This wasn’t the warmth one would expect from Felix.

After nearly a decade in prison, Felix had become a cold man.

Why was he showing such a keen interest in a strange woman?

The bodyguards’ first instinct was that the woman was in trouble.

Anyone who caught his attention rarely had a good outcome.

After all, Felix had a notorious reputation for taking pleasure in tormenting others.

At that moment, he lazily picked up a glass filled with blue liquid.

Felix bit the rim of the glass and tilted his head back to drain the contents in one go. The motion was so forceful that some of the liquid spilled, tracing a path down his slightly loosened collar, but he didn’t seem to mind.

A hint of mockery and abandon was in Felix’s eyes.

The bodyguard, puzzled by the order, asked instinctively, “To Ms. Morgan?”

After all, Rachel was engaged to Felix. It made sense for him to send her a flower.

Felix’s gaze flickered coldly across the bodyguard’s face as he uttered a single word, “Idiot.”

The bodyguard’s face instantly turned ashen.

Feeling a chill run down his spine, he suddenly realized he had spoken out of turn. His voice trembled as he apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Powell!”

He quickly reached out to take the flower as a form of atonement.

But Felix’s fingers suddenly clenched, his deep eyes fixed on him as if staring at a dead man.

The bodyguard bowed his head, his face bloodless in an instant.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Powell, please forgive me!”

Felix smiled, “Forgive you? Sure.”

The bodyguard had just breathed a sigh of relief when Felix casually bit the flower stem, his seductive and handsome face taking on an enigmatic allure.

Leaning lazily back in his chair, he said nonchalantly, “The color seems a bit too plain.”

Felix plucked the flower and towed it at his feet, feigning confusion. “What do you think we should do?”

The bodyguard closed his eyes as if coming to a difficult decision. Then, he produced a dagger from somewhere and stabbed his fingertip.

Blood immediately began to drip, falling onto the lily.

The dozen or so bodyguards behind him held their breath.

The injured bodyguard grimaced in pain.

Felix merely glanced at him indifferently, not even blinking, like a cold, emotionless psychopath.

After a long while, once the bodyguard’s finger stopped bleeding, Felix said casually, “I was just teasing. You really went and hurt yourself.”

He patted the bodyguard’s shoulder. “Get up. How boring.”

The night was cool. Most attended the auction with companions. Only Meryl came alone.

She sat in an inconspicuous spot, quietly waiting for the emerald bracelet to make its appearance.

Dalton had been sitting at a distance, watching her without bothering her all night.

Halfway through the auction, Dalton noticed Chandler and Rachel enter together.