The Continent of Europe

Chapter 63

...CHAPTRE 63...

...THE DAUGHTERS OF VREAA FAMILY...

No one fell asleep that night. Whether Rosaline, Reagan, Daniel, or Julian, the four gathered in the living room.

"They did it" Julian said. His eyes glanced at the incessant television screen of news of the conspiracy to kill the Vreaa family ten years ago.

"But isn't this weird? They suddenly talked about the Vreaa family again. I thought they had forgotten it" said Daniel, throwing up thoughts that had disturbed him.

"I don't think it will. I'm sure the British public will remember this case. You know, right, Thomas and Elijah's death is very suspicious. They died seven years after Thomas was released from prison. And don't forget how Thomas came to me a year before he died."

"If anything happens to me, take this envelope at the ministry of state I'm living in now. Please take care of my children."

All attention then turned to Rosaline who was leaning on the chest of the twin.

"Dad's words when he met you in prison back then were like a warning. I'm sure you know what will happen to him in the future. That's why he left us to you, Julian."

Reagan raised his eyebrows. "The chocolate envelope... Is there anything else in it besides a transfer of custody?"

Julian shakes. "Nothing."

From the beginning, it all looked suspicious. Even Rosaline and Reagan who had no idea what happened twenty-five years ago could have guessed that there was something odd about it.

Their father was jailed and released five years after a lack of evidence was found. Then suddenly there was a murder incident in which claimed the lives of both parents Rosaline and Reagan. So that makes them both become a kara.

"I wonder who suddenly made this case back into the media. No fire emits before the lighter is turned on. There must be someone who started all this first."

Daniel's words just made everyone ponder. It's also true to think. Who made this case back up into the media and became the topic of conversation again. Sure. There must have been someone who did it just to make the melee unimportant in England.

"I'm not sure if it's him, but if he's... Shit must be that demonic woman!"

Rosaline stood up from her comfortable sitting position and ran towards her room to change her clothes more adequately.

Out there is no longer snow, but strong winds continue to blow from last night. Fast enough to ravage England and the rest.

"Where are you going?! It'll be raining soon, Rosie!" Julian shouted as Rosaline darted past the three men quickly.

"Just a moment! I'll be home before night!"

Clap up!

Although everyone does not know his true identity as the biological child of the Vreaa family, Rosaline still feels afraid of the public view since the news of the family murder case was broadcast again.

Just look at the example now, as soon as he stepped out panting, everyone's eyes were instantly fixed on him. Staring like a camera. Somehow that makes it deja vu. It felt like he had never felt such an experience again.

"No! Focus, Rosaline! You have to focus! You need to meet Clark now! I'm sure one hundred percent that he's the one who made your family news published to the media again."

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

"CLARK SADIE JENKINS!! OUT YOU!"

Though driven by a large gate in

in front of him, Rosaline's voice continued to roar. Thundering like lightning in the middle of a storm told the Jenkins family heir to get out of his house.

The guards or special bodyguards who had been standing in front of the gate were staring at him sharply, giving him a shot as if telling the girl to leave her master's house immediately.

However, as if her fear vein had broken off, Rosaline was still standing steadily in front of the gate. He even dared to shake the gate made of iron, hoping that it would fall and open the way to enter.

"As long as I'm still polite, please leave, miss! Do you know, this childish act of yours could get us fired!" The bodyguard was hard. Not to be outdone by the sound of Rosaline's bell that had just kept pricking her ear.

"Damn it, I don't care! Let me in!"

Rosaline was still screaming. The girl continued to thrash from the clutches of the big man before her, even occasionally throwing free kicks at her. Until finally, Rosalina's voice started hoarse. He wanted to stop but suddenly a voice sounded from the speakers at the gate.

"[What sound is that?]"

His voice was heavy, it seemed like a man. Realizing there was a chance to break away considering that the big man slowly loosened his grip slightly, Rosaline stomped her foot as hard as she could and ran as fast as she could to the speaker.

"Let me meet Clark!" His shouting.

There was no response from the speaker. There is only a very loud crackle. It was noisy enough to make Rosaline close her ears, trying to ward off the painful hum.

"[Bring him in. Miss Clark wants to see her!]"

Rosaline threw a slanted smile towards the man who had just insisted on removing himself from there. With a defeated look the man then opened the gate while snorting. His eyes still glanced sharply at Rosaline but he stepped aside, giving the girl a way to walk through the gate.

"Don't say anything that could make Miss Jenkins angry that you still want to live!" Whisper the man, glaring.

Rosaline looked at him in surprise but answered nothing. He continued to step inside ignoring all the cynical gazes towards him. He knew that every bodyguard who guarded the mansion now gave him an intense, cynical look.

His arrival was uninvited and unwanted. But whatever, fuck it all. Rosaline doesn't care about anyone else anymore. From the start, it was Clark who tried to play with him. If he challenges, Rosaline will.

"Hello my old friend. Long time no see. Have seat. Tea or coffee?"

The bases made Rosaline want to vomit. Just look at her face that was deliberately beautiful, as if she was playing with Rosaline.

"I don't need any pleasantries" Rosaline replied firmly.

Clark turned to her with a frown. "Then what are you doing here if you don't want to visit my house. Ah... But no one's visiting while making a mess out there."

Rosaline knew it was a sarcastic sentence, but Rosaline only chuckled lightly in response. Fuck what he thinks. The goal is more important now.

"The news. You're the one who made that case go up in the media again, right?" Inquiringly.

Clark grinned. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Rosaline snorted, rolling her eyeballs dramatically. "No need to lie. I know it was you."

Instead of answering Rosaline's accusation, Clark instead approached her and leaned over to pick up a television remote near Rosaline. He pointed at the remote and in an instant, the black television fixed on the wall lit up.

"You mean this? What do you care?"

Rosaline frowned in annoyance. I think he'd love to throw Clark's face in a chair. Honestly some people need a hard slap that hurts and one of those people is Clark.

"You're the daughter of the Vreaa Family, right?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes and I'm asking you to delete that news now!"

"And who are you to govern me? You're just a lowly man and again, the son of a murderer!"

"My father is not a murderer!"

"Oh no darling, he's a murderer. Everyone knows him as a murderer. You can't run from Rosaline's 'killer' title."