Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 2267 A Night of Blood and Betrayal
“You ugly b“stard!”
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Yuna had never been known for her patience. She had already bitten her tongue once with Blake, but who would’ve thought he’d keep chipping away at her dignity? This time, she couldn’t hold back.
“I took a DNA test at the Chapman family’s medical facility. You were there when it happened! The results were crystal clear, yet here you are, deliberately trying to smear my name, slander me, and humiliate me in front of everyone! What exactly are you trying to pull?”
All eyes turned to Blake.
After all, when it came to gossip about the Four Beauties, no one wanted to miss a single detail.
“Haha, I was there. That’s true!”
Blake didn’t bother denying it. Instead, he chuckled and added, “But that DNA test only proved you weren’t related to the Silver Dragon Spear Saint. It never confirmed you were Jane’s daughter. You sure know how to flatter yourself, don’t you? Hahaha…”
A murmur rippled through the crowd as curious, amused glances shifted toward Yuna.
Her face burned with fury, and if she could have danced to vent her frustration, she would have–but not the performance she had originally planned.
“You… You ugly b*stard! Stop ruining my moment! Get out of here! Someone, please, throw him out for me! Boohoo…”
She changed tactics in an instant, switching from outrage to delicate vulnerability, hoping to stir the chivalry of the men around her.
Before anyone could step in to defend her, another voice rang out, laced with amusement.
“I can vouch for him. Everything Blake said is true.”
“Mr. Chapman!”
The crowd turned in unison.
Nathan had arrived, accompanied by Gale, one of the Eight Supremes, along with an entourage from the Chapman family.
This year’s Divine Mountain gathering was proving to be more eventful than ever.
Ignoring the murmured greetings, Nathan continued, “Blake, well, he’s ugly, sure. But he’s not the type to run his mouth just to bully a woman. Do you really think I wouldn’t know the results of a test conducted at my own family’s facility? I don’t know where this woman got the audacity to claim she’s the daughter of the first–generation Maestro Moretti.”
A wave of gasps swept through the crowd.
Yuna’s face turned red, then white, then red again. Fury burned in her eyes, so intense she looked as if she wanted to rip Nathan and Blake apart with her bare hands.
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“You two grown men, ganging up on a defenseless woman like this–is that what you call honorable?”
“Oh!”
Blake burst into laughter. “So, you’re done putting on a show and ready to throw a tantrum instead? Go on, let’s see it! Honestly, I’d rather watch you flail around in anger than prance around trying to be seductive, haha…”
Nathan laughed as well, even clapping Blake’s palm in agreement.
He had to admit–Blake had a way with words.
“You… You two!” Yuna was so livid that she pointed at Blake, then at Nathan, her hands trembling with rage. But in the end, she could only huff sharply, spin on her heel, and disappear without another word.
“Aww, the show’s over! Nothing left to see, folks!”
Blake grinned and called after her. “Ms. Tanner, just because there’s no proof you’re Jane’s daughter–and no proof your so–called uncle is Mason–doesn’t mean you can’t keep dancing! You can still perform and keep campaigning for him! Hey, don’t run! I was really looking forward to watching you sway those hips. If you stripped a little, it’d be even better!”
His half–teasing, half–vulgar remark drew a round of laughter from the men in the crowd, with Nathan chuckling along.
Of course, not everyone was entertained. Some saw them as nothing more than shameless scoundrels. But no one dared to voice their disapproval too loudly. They could only mutter under their breaths about how these two had spoiled the fun, leaving them without a show to enjoy.
After Yuna left, Nathan’s gaze naturally shifted to Gautier.
Before he could open his mouth to provoke this ragtag group, Gale quickly whispered behind him, urgency lacing her tone. “Mr. Chapman, don’t mess with them. If a fight breaks out, we’re outnumbered.”
She was right. Nearly everyone gathered atop Divine Mountain had come to kill Emmanuel. Aside from Magnus, whose allegiance remained uncertain, Nathan’s faction was the only one standing by Emmanuel’s side. Worse still, two formidable warriors, Gwain and Aora, were present. If a battle erupted, they would be at a severe disadvantage.
Nathan exhaled sharply. “Let’s go. We’ll find a place to rest for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll watch the Prime Minister’s prayer ceremony, then enjoy the sight of our warriors crushing Shoiya’s Martial Saint.”
For once, he heeded the advice, motioning for his men to leave. But while he had no intention of stirring up trouble, Aora had no such restraint. He landed right in front of them, his entire presence brimming with murderous intent. The sheer force of it made Nathan’s heart skip a beat.
“You’re in my way. What do you want, you pathetic loser?”
Nathan was never one to be intimidated. As the son of the nation’s wealthiest man, he had never known fear. But his defiance only fueled Aora’s fury.
Gritting his teeth, Aora’s voice rang out like a war drum. “Your master caused Mr. Tanner’s death! I’ll take your life first as an offering–and tomorrow, Emmanuel’s!”
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Without another word, he lunged.
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Nathan’s face went pale. Against a fighter of Aora’s caliber, he wouldn’t last a single move.
Just as the fatal blow was about to land, Gale intercepted, her strikes precise, targeting Aora’s weak points. Forced to defend himself, he was drawn into a fierce clash.
The onlookers gasped in awe.
“Tsk, tsk. The New Year isn’t even here yet, and we’re already getting a spectacle like this.”
Gale was one of the Eight Supremes–among the twelve strongest warriors known to the public, she was unquestionably in their ranks. Yet even though Aora had already expended a great deal of energy battling Gwain, she still struggled to gain the upper hand.
“Mr. Chapman, leave now!”
Despite the fierce battle, Gale remained unwavering in her loyalty. Even if she couldn’t defeat Aora, she had to ensure Nathan’s escape.
“Oh-” Nathan snapped out of his daze and bolted up the mountain.
Divine Mountain was vast. If he put effort into hiding, Aora would never find him in a single day. By tomorrow, once his master arrived, he’d love to see how these so–called warriors dared to act so arrogantly.
“Mr. Gwain, if we capture Nathan now, it’ll be easier to deal with Emmanuel tomorrow.”
Gautier’s men urged Gwain, eager to push him into action.
But Gwain merely scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “I don’t need such underhanded tricks to defeat Emmanuel. How laughable.”
With that, he led the Lannister family’s forces up the mountain.
Chiara exchanged a knowing glance with Gautier before following suit. In front of so many people, she still had to maintain a certain image. Gautier made no move to stop her, nor did he order anyone to go after Nathan.
Those who had pushed Gwain to act didn’t dare personally offend the Chapman family.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Aora–teetering on the brink of madness–unleashed a devastating strike. The sheer force sent Gale staggering backward before he turned his deadly palm toward Nathan.
“Die!”
Nathan turned just in time to see death barreling toward him. His breath caught in his throat.
Was this how it would end? His legendary life, cut short by Teddy’s lackey?
Just as the fatal blow was about to land, a voice rang out–sharp, urgent.
“Run!”
Before he could react, Ashton threw herself forward, shoving him aside.
Aora flinched slightly, his palm veering off course by a fraction–iust enough to miss Ashton’s vital spots.
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In the next instant, Gale and the other Chapman family warriors sprang into action, holding Aora back with everything they had.
Nathan hesitated, wanting to grab Ashton and run.
However, with blood trickling from her lips, she let out a hoarse, desperate cry. “If you don’t want me to die, then run! Aora has lost all reason–he doesn’t care anymore. He just wants to kill anyone tied to Emmanuel!”
Nathan had no choice. Gritting his teeth, he turned and ran as fast as he could, hoping Aora would chase him instead–giving the others a chance to escape.
