Chapter 1286: The Grudge Formed with Henry Fletcher in a Previous Life

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1286: The Grudge Formed with Henry Fletcher in a Previous Life

Henry Fletcher used to be a subordinate of Mason Nightshade!

Aurelia Shaw was surprised. She didn’t expect to hear such news as soon as she went downstairs. On second thought, she felt it was normal that she didn’t know. She understood Mason Nightshade well, but she couldn’t inquire about matters in the military.

Judging from Henry Fletcher’s tone, it seemed to be something from a long time ago.

And did he seem to hold some grudges against Mason Nightshade?

What did Mason Nightshade do to make Henry Fletcher hold a grudge until now?

Henry Fletcher had very keen ears and heard a noise from upstairs. He suddenly lifted his eyes to look at Aurelia Shaw. His lifeless eyes deepened abruptly, and a coldness quickly flashed through his dark pupils.

Aurelia Shaw paused, sharply sensing the change in Henry Fletcher’s gaze.

Although it was just for an instant, she still felt it—Henry Fletcher looked at her with murderous intent.

A familiar feeling followed in quick succession.

How long ago was that incident? Aurelia Shaw couldn’t remember, only that she accompanied Mason Nightshade to an important banquet. While Mason Nightshade discussed some matters with the hosts, Aurelia Shaw, feeling bored, wandered around with a glass of juice in hand.

As she sauntered around, a bout of dizziness hit her. Aurelia Shaw glanced at the juice in her hand, realizing belatedly that it was a glass of fruit wine.

Her alcohol tolerance was so poor that even a glass of fruit wine could get her drunk.

Thus, a tragedy ensued.

She distinctly remembered trying to set the glass down, but at some point, someone stood next to her, and the entire drink spilled onto the person’s expensive suit.

Aurelia Shaw dizzily lifted her head, in her blurry vision only seeing the expressionless face of a man, belatedly realizing that she had poured the drink on him.

"I-I’m sorry... Let me help you... wipe it..." Aurelia Shaw stumbled forward, her feet not heeding her command, and she wobbled and fell ahead.

In her drunken haze, Aurelia Shaw saw with stark clarity the repulsive expression on the man’s face. No matter how deep her intoxication, she instinctively withdrew her hand, causing herself to bump into a nearby chair.

She didn’t have many great virtues, but her one saving grace was reading a person’s expressions. Upon sensing aversion and rejection from someone, she would deftly distance herself from them without causing offense.

She was never a nuisance.

"Sorry, I’m feeling a bit dizzy, I... I’ll pay for your suit, I... ugh!" Aurelia Shaw felt a wave of nausea rise, immediately covering her mouth and sprinting towards the restroom.

Henry Fletcher watched Aurelia Shaw’s departing direction, his gaze still lacking any emotional fluctuation. The event organizer approached nervously, but Henry Fletcher left without sparing him a glance.

...

After throwing up for a while, Aurelia Shaw felt more comfortable in her stomach, leaning over the sink, gasping deeply.

Why put fruit wine in the juice?

Aurelia Shaw rubbed her aching forehead, shakily getting to her feet. A tall and upright figure approached her from the opposite direction.

A sudden churn in her stomach made Aurelia Shaw feel nauseous again, a wave of dizziness overtook her.

She grabbed at something randomly and vomited without warning.

Then, clutching the item she had grabbed, she panted heavily. Her stomach ached with twinges of pain, her forehead creased in a frown, and her face twisted in agony.

Her stomach hurt so much!

As the pain slightly subsided, Aurelia Shaw sluggishly stood up, unexpectedly meeting the cold, gloomy face of a man.

Henry Fletcher.

Her hand was clutching Henry Fletcher’s coat, the expensive black suit covered in human vomit. The owner’s face was as dark as ice, his deep, dark eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

She had caused trouble.