LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

In the room, Jun Chester heard the voices from outside the door. He furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind almost instinctively. Why did the voice of the young man outside sound so much like his own?

Sienna Lovall, kneeling behind Jun Chester, shared the same suspicion. However, without much thought, she stood up and rushed out of the door. There was no other reason; if someone wanted to harm Jun Chester, she could at least try to resist. Even if she couldn’t resist, she might leave a good impression on Jun Chester.

In other words, even if Sienna Lovall was ready for a desperate fight, if she could continue to live, why would she choose death? Moreover, she had more than one wish now. The wish to reunite with Theresa Hale had already been fulfilled. So, she wanted to meet Alf Charlton again.

With such thoughts, Sienna Lovall was prepared for a desperate struggle. Even if her powers had been sealed by Jun Chester, she wanted to lift the seal using forbidden techniques, even if it meant paying a heavy price. In one word, staying alive was more important than anything else. To survive, Sienna Lovall had to stage a tragic drama in front of Jun Chester. The more miserable, the better. How else could she win Jun Chester’s sympathy?

However, when Sienna Lovall appeared at the entrance of the old mansion and saw Pritchard Gresham, her heart shook. All her survival strategies seemed to vanish the moment she laid eyes on him. Why did this man outside the door look so much like Jun Chester? Who was he?

Sienna Lovall was completely stunned on the spot. The look in her eyes when she saw Pritchard Gresham was full of disbelief. It wasn’t just Pritchard Gresham’s appearance that shocked her, but also the aura he exuded at this moment.

Pritchard Gresham stood in the center of the yard, surrounded by an invisible energy. Though intangible, it was visible to the naked eye. It was like a person standing in the midst of hot air. Pritchard Gresham was enveloped in layers of this energy, not just one layer.

The first layer of energy clung to him, more powerful than any precious garment. The second layer appeared about a meter away, like a silver bell, unstoppable. The third layer appeared three meters away. It could be said that with Pritchard Gresham at the center, the entire old mansion was shrouded in the energy he emitted. It was not just a defensive measure; it was like an indestructible myth only found in legends.

At this moment, whether it was Jun Chester, Lyvia Harding, Cecelia Garner, or others, they all appeared at the door of the living room. All eyes were focused on Pritchard Gresham, and without exception, their faces were filled with shock.

Especially Cecelia Garner. Her mind was almost blank. How could this guy in front of her look exactly like Jun Chester? Even Jun Chester himself, after a brief daze, carefully examined Pritchard Gresham.

Regardless of why this guy looked exactly like him, just the aura emanating from him surprised Jun Chester. Pritchard Gresham, standing there, hadn’t shown any signs of nervousness.

Cecelia Garner, who had regained her composure, took a step forward and blocked Jun Chester. She stared straight at Pritchard Gresham and asked, “Who are you?”

Pritchard Gresham smiled. “I am Pritchard Gresham, the descendant of the ancient Chu clan of the Dragon Alliance. Unfortunately, only two people in this world know my identity: my foster father and Alf Charlton. Anyone else who knows my identity will die.”

With that, Pritchard Gresham finally turned his gaze to Jun Chester, maintaining a smile on his face. “Do I take care of it myself, or do you choose to die?”

Jun Chester raised an eyebrow. “Who is your foster father? What is your relationship with Alf Charlton?”

Pritchard Gresham shrugged. “You don’t deserve to know, but considering all you’ve done for Lordran before, I can tell you this: you are just a pawn for my foster father and Alf Charlton. In the end, you will be refined into two pills.”

Jun Chester sneered. “By you?”

Pritchard Gresham smiled. “You should consider yourself lucky. From today on, I will live in this world in your identity until I fulfill my only wish to stay in this world. Only then will I reveal my true identity as Pritchard Gresham.”

Jun Chester narrowed his eyes. “So, are you really going to kill everyone here?”

Pritchard Gresham looked at Lyvia Harding and smiled. “After killing you, I can be your husband for a night.”

Then, he looked at Cecelia Garner and added, “I can also be your stepfather for a day.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jun Chester reached out to push Cecelia Garner aside and took a step forward. But just as he was about to take action, a white figure suddenly descended from the sky.

Boom! The figure landed right in front of Pritchard Gresham.

At that moment, Pritchard Gresham’s face changed drastically. He couldn’t believe that there was a sudden celestial visitor who arrived in such a manner. Moreover, this person could easily ignore the energy surrounding him.

While Pritchard Gresham was in shock, the white figure knelt down. His back faced Pritchard Gresham, and he faced Jun Chester.

Who else could it be but Alf Charlton?

Alf Charlton’s sudden appearance left everyone wide-eyed, especially Sienna Lovall. When she saw Alf Charlton’s face clearly, her expression became uncertain. This old man… seemed to be Alf Charlton! But how did he become so old? Thirty years ago, when she first met him, he looked like a young man. Even if it had been thirty years, he couldn’t have turned into this white-haired old man, could he?

And why was he kneeling after arriving?

Although Pritchard Gresham didn’t see Alf Charlton’s face clearly, he was certain from his back that this person was the Alf Charlton who had just played chess with his foster father. How could he suddenly appear here?

No wonder… he could easily ignore the energy around him. He was Alf Charlton! An existence comparable to a contemporary myth!

But now… he was kneeling on the ground?

Not only did Alf Charlton kneel, but the moment he saw Jun Chester, he knocked his head on the ground.

Boom! After his forehead touched the ground, the ground shattered. At the same time, Alf Charlton, with a panicked and trembling voice, said, “One!”

As the word fell, Alf Charlton didn’t say anything more. He knocked his head again.

“Two!”

Then…

“Three!”

“Four!”

Everyone was dumbfounded. What had happened to Alf Charlton? Was he crazy?

But no matter how confused everyone was, Alf Charlton continued to knock his head like garlic. Because Eric Chester, Jun Chester’s father, had ordered him to kowt

ow nine thousand nine hundred times for Jun Chester’s forgiveness!