"Nothing, it just came to me," Arthur said with a smile, taking in Lola's reaction.

"Well, let's go," said Lola. Although she thought it was strange that Arthur had suddenly mentioned it, she didn't dare to explain more, for fear of making more mistakes.

After lunch, Arthur excused himself to make an appointment with a client in the afternoon and sent Lola home while he made a beeline for the airport. At 3:00 p.m., he got on a plane, and before he got on, a security team was dispatched from New York to wait for him at the destination.

At night, when Arthur didn't come home and his phone was switched off, Lola was upset and can't find Peter, so she asked Juliana.

"How do I know where he's gone?" Juliana asked gently as she rocked her son's cradle. If she didn't like Lola, she wouldn't pretend to like her.

"Miss Julia, aren't you worried about Arthur?" said Lola, holding her temper.

"Arthur's an adult. Do you need to be worried?" Juliana arched her eyebrows.

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"You just want to know where he is, right?" Juliana turned around and said, "Arthur didn't tell you before he left, so you don't have to ask him again."

"Miss Julia, do you have to be so hostile to me?"

Juliana said coldly, and Lola began to get upset.

"I have nothing against you," said Juliana with a smile,

"I just don't like what you did. You claimed that you've loved Arthur for almost ten years. You didn't dare to confess to him when you had countless opportunities to do so, but you came out to comfort Arthur when he was hurt. I don't like this kind of taking advantage of others and loopholes. That's all."

"I just want to silently guard him... I..." Lola felt aggrieved and told her of her feelings, but Juliana did not have the mood to continue to listen to.

"You forgot to mention that you've always been Arthur's friend and that you're not particularly attractive to him. Therefore, you can't have chemical in Arthur's heart during daily interactions. Only when he's injured and you appear, can you show your gentleness and understanding, and induce Arthur to give up his love for Lucia and fall in love with you instead, right?"

Lola subconsciously bit her lip and had nothing to say.

"You're a therapist. You understand other people's issues, but you can't control your own behavior. I'm sorry, but I don't appreciate this kind of selfish behavior." Juliana turned her head and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Lola had no choice but to come out of Juliana's room, and her mood fell to the bottom.

Was she as selfish as Juliana said she was?

A dozen hours later, Arthur's plane landed in lowa, and as soon as he exited the airport, a team of black-suited security guards greeted him.

"Mr. Davies" the leader of the squad said respectfully to Arthur.

"Where is everybody?" Arthur asked.

"In a bar downtown. Shall we go now?" asked the leader.

"Why? Is there a problem?" Arthur said.

"No, you just got off the plane. Do you want to rest first?" said the team leader.

"No, take me there right away," Arthur replied.

Arthur got into his car, and a convoy of five cars drove through the traffic to a bar downtown.

Two hours later, in the alley behind the downtown bar, a man was lying on the ground, beaten by seven or eight men dressed in black.

"Who the hell are you! I give you money. Don't beat me! Please don't beat me! I have money!" The man wailed and pleaded for mercy.

But his plea was of no avail, and the man in black's object was evidently to beat him up first.

"That's enough." Under the dim light, the man's face was so bloody that he could not recognize his face. Only then did the person standing at the entrance of the alley coldly say, "That's enough." The man in black immediately stopped and quickly retreated back to the entrance of the alley. The he stood behind the speaker.

The man's wailing turned into moaning, and he even cried. He was having a good time in the bar just now, and the girl he just hooked up with had already succeeded. He did not expect that seven or eight men in black would suddenly barge into the bar. Without asking, they dragged him into the back alley, and before he could speak, he was beaten.

After a long while, the man grabbed onto the wall and finally sat up. He wiped his face and looked towards the entrance of the alley. Although the lights in the alley were dim, he still saw the face of the leading man. The charming oriental face. He remembered!

"You?!"

"That's right. It's me..." Arthur took a step forward slowly. The man who claimed to have donated bone marrow to his son was standing in the corner.

"What the..." the man was confused and angry. Just as he was about to curse Arthur, the team leader behind Arthur coughed heavily. He immediately swallowed his words and asked angrily, "What the..." "What are you doing?! Why did you beat me? I'll call the police!"

"It's up to you," Arthur said nonchalantly. "But since you chose to call the police, I can only beat you up a little more. Otherwise, am I at a disadvantage?"

"No, no, no!" The man quickly begged: "I will not call the police. I will never call the police!"

If they beat him again, he would be dead!

The man wailed in his heart.

"Smart," Arthur quipped.

"Mr. Davies, what do you want from me? We can talk about it. Why did you do it?" The man asked Arthur, sitting on the floor.

"Last time I asked you nicely. If you didn't tell me the truth, I would have to use violence." Arthur smiled, and his eyes looked haughty.

The man looked down for a moment, then said, "Mr. Davies, I'm telling the truth. Why do you doubt me?"

"Is it true?" Arthur smiled and turned his head to signal the team leader with his eyes. The leader immediately walked into the alley and grabbed the man's collar. He did not listen to him and did not allow him to plead for mercy. He punched him in the face with a few fists, hit the man so hard that he was so dizzy.

"Stop!" The man shouted with all his strength under the severe pain. The leader immediately stopped, but he still grabbed his collar and threatened him.

"I ask you again, is it true?" Arthur's voice was as cold as a sharp instrument.

"I'm telling the truth. I'm telling the truth!" The man tried his best to breathe, but before he could say two words, he was choking on the blood from his throat. The team leader finally let go of him. When the man had coughed enough, Arthur spoke again,

"Start."

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, the man began to talk about his "adventure" a few months earlier.