Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 532: The Days of a Prestigious Lady (1)_1

Uncle Ying stood by, watching and listening. He wasn't intentionally eavesdropping on the young lady's conversation; he was worried she might get hurt. The young lady was different now, somewhat vulnerable. The former young lady, though detestable, wasn't easily bullied. But now, having lost her detestable facade, she had become susceptible to emotional harm and turbulence.

Flynn Walker's expression and those bold words had been heard by Uncle Ying, but he remained wordless.

In Uncle Ying's eyes, Flynn Walker was a bit too old. He was steady and mature, with a mild and scholarly demeanor, but he wasn't suitable for the young lady. Nor could he protect her adequately. Given the Horne Family's background and the young lady's experiences, if she wanted to find happiness and shake off the gossip, she would need to marry a man as domineering and powerful as the eldest young master.

"Mr. Walker, please go back," Uncle Ying said, his tone polite yet distant. Then he turned and walked back to the villa, closing the main doors behind him.

Flynn Walker stood still, gazing at the magnificent, sprawling luxury villa before him, suddenly feeling utterly out of place and insignificant.

Looking at the bank card in his hand, he thought that to Adele Horne, a million might as well be a thousand, or perhaps even as little as a hundred—practically nothing.

But this was all his sincere intention.

"Uncle."

Flynn Walker suddenly called out to Uncle Ying.

Uncle Ying turned and walked back to the front of the villa doors. He didn't open them this time but asked through the closed door, "Mr. Walker, is there anything else?"

Flynn Walker pushed the bank card into Uncle Ying's hand, saying, "Uncle, please give this to Miss Horne. No matter what, please ask her to accept it; it's to ease the guilt in my heart." After speaking, Flynn Walker quickly turned and walked away, afraid Uncle Ying would try to return the card.

"Mr. Walker…" Uncle Ying quickly opened the villa doors. How could he dare accept it on the young lady's behalf when she had just refused it? Besides, the young lady had said it wasn't Flynn Walker's fault and had nothing to do with him.

Flynn Walker walked swiftly to his car, a white Philip, got in, and drove away quickly. Uncle Ying couldn't catch up; he could only watch the car disappear into the distance, the bank card feeling like a hot potato in his hand.

Left with no choice, Uncle Ying took the bank card back into the villa, found Adele Horne, and handed it to her.

Adele Horne frowned as she took the bank card. Flynn Walker was indeed very sincere, but since he wasn't at fault, she really didn't want to accept it.

She would find an opportunity to return the bank card to Flynn Walker.

She couldn't fathom how Tobby Walker had gotten so lucky as to have such a good brother.

Thinking about what Flynn Walker had said to her, her brows furrowed deeper. Even if Flynn Walker was truly good, with a brother like Tobby, she wouldn't consider him.

Returning to her room, Adele Horne carelessly tossed the bank card onto her vanity, then sat down on her bed. After a moment, she stood up, walked to the vanity, opened a drawer, and pulled out a men's necklace with the word "Black" on it. It was from Cartier, clearly worth millions, suggesting its owner was either rich or noble.

Who exactly was he?

After tossing the necklace back into the drawer, she rummaged around, looking for paper and a pen.

Not finding them in her room, she walked out, went down to the second floor, and entered Glades Horne's study room. There, she took an A3-sized sheet of white paper and found a black marker, then wrote a large "Black" on the paper. She got some glue, returned to her room with the paper, and stuck it on her bedroom wall. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

After affixing it, she turned and left her room again, heading to the gym her brothers had used when they were teenagers. There, she found the darts they used and took a handful of them back to her room.

Standing a meter away from the paper with "Black" written on it, she took a dart from the handful she had and threw it at the word "Black" on the wall. Unfortunately, the wall was too hard for the darts to stick; they merely punctured the paper before falling to the floor. She didn't care and continued throwing. In no time, the word "Black" was riddled with holes and disfigured beyond recognition.

She was venting the resentment deep in her heart.

She resented that man surnamed Black.

He took her innocence, left his seed, and even that necklace, so why did he just disappear? What did he mean by it all? No matter who he was, she had been ruined by him. Yes, perhaps she deserved it. If she hadn't misjudged people and fallen in with bad company, she wouldn't have been violated by that man, Black, nor would she be pregnant out of wedlock.

"Baby, I'm going to nail your damned daddy!" she muttered, picking up the darts from the floor and throwing them again. She gently touched her abdomen, speaking to the three-month-old baby inside her.

Julia Bluen knocked on the door, heard no response, and gently pushed it open to enter, witnessing this scene and hearing these words.

She remained silent, slowly making her way into Adele Horne's room.

Adele Horne, consumed by her own bitterness, had not noticed Julia had entered.

Julia, who had just returned from Hao Ting Garden, had heard from Uncle Ying upon entering that Flynn Walker had visited. She went upstairs to check on Adele, not expecting to witness such a scene.

Watching Adele relentlessly throw the darts, Julia felt a pang of sorrow. That man, whose appearance no one knew, had already taken root in Adele's heart. Even if it was a root of resentment, its presence there couldn't be denied.

Was this a blessing or a curse?

A man whose identity and appearance were still unknown to everyone—where in the world was he?

Her man, Glades Horne, was arguably the most powerful figure in the city, with connections in both legitimate and underground circles. Yet, after months of searching, they still had no clue about the other man's true identity or whereabouts. This indicated he was no ordinary person. If he were, Glades would have found him in less than three days.