Returning With A Thousand Favors

Chapter 314

Mr. Fermon spoke slowly, his words laced with sincerity. “I just feel that Miss Bailey has found a satisfactory husband, and I am genuinely happy for you.”

“Why do you say that?” Upon hearing this, Marina asked as she rested her chin on her hand, casually toying with a chess piece.

“In this current game, it seems that the black pieces have the upper hand, but in reality, it is only the white pieces. strategically retreating and cleverly exposing vulnerabilities to let you win. You see, the chessboard is like a battlefield, and his moves are even more difficult than winning. Considering Miss Bailey’s intelligence, if he played openly and let you win easily, you would definitely notice and disdain it. However, his moves in this game are so genuine that it would be hard for an ordinary player to perceive. The fact that he can be so attentive and considerate to your thoughts on the battlefield means that he truly values you.” Mr. Fermon spoke slowly and deliberately.

As soon as he finished speaking, Marina glanced at Simon, who sat across from her.

Simon immediately put on an innocent smile and said, “He’s talking nonsense. It is Miss Bailey who possesses extraordinary skills, far surpassing mine.”

“I’ll settle the score with you later!” Marina could not believe his explanation.

She said that something did not feel right about today’s game. Simon had previously mentioned that he only had a basic understanding of chess. She had tried to go easy on him to prevent him from losing face.

Little did she know that he was the master of letting the opponent win.

She had wasted so many brain cells on him. If she had known how skilled he was, she would not have held back.

Marina casually threw the chess piece into the chess box and carefully examined Mr. Fermon in front of her.

Then, she asked, “Mr. Fermon, is there a specific reason for your visit today?”

“I came here this time to apologize to Miss Bailey. I was wrong in the past. I should not have brought you to my house without your consent,” Mr. Fermon’s tone was humble, completely disregarding his own dignity.

“Apology? Mr. Fermon, you do not seem like the kind of person who would apologize so easily,” Marina’s lips curved slightly.

“Of course, the apology is just the prerequisite. If Miss Bailey accepts my apology, can we consider ourselves friends?” Mr. Fermon continued.

“Friends? Not everyone can become my friend,” Marina responded coldly.

Mr. Fermon’s voice grew deeper, “Then how about allies?”

Finally, Marina heard the answer she wanted to hear, and a flicker of anticipation appeared in her eyes.

After a moment, she spoke, “If we call it an alliance, what do you have to offer to establish a connection with me? After all, allies should benefit each other, and I do not make deals where I lose money.”

“The Pembroke family,” Mr. Fermon paused for a moment before enunciating each word.

“What?” Marina narrowed her dark eyes as if she had heard something unbelievable.

“As long as Miss Bailey is willing to form an alliance with me, once successful, everything related to the Pembroke family will belong to you. I would not take a penny!” Mr. Fermon’s reply was resolute.

Marina did not immediately respond but stared intently at him. There seemed to be something flickering in her gaze.

There seemed to be something flickering in her gaze.

“You are too arrogant to claim that you can give me the Pembroke family. What qualifications do you have to make such a claim?” Marina asked as she withdrew her gaze.

“Miss Bailey, since I have come here today, it means I have decided to cooperate. There is no need for you to probe me anymore, Mr. Fermon replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Marina’s expression flickered, her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I believe you have already guessed my identity. Otherwise, why would Yenny have been trying to track me down these past few days?” Mr. Fermon questioned. His voice resonated with a hint of mystery.

“I don’t have as much power and resources as you think. I just found some traces of past events. The truth is that Mrs. Pembroke actually gave birth to a pair of twins, but one of them died shortly after birth. Mrs. Pembroke was deeply affected by this incident, so she hid the news, and no one outside knew that she had given birth to a pair of twins,” Marina elaborated as she maintained her unwavering gaze on Mr. Fremon.

As expected, she saw Mr. Fremon tighten his grip on the cane involuntarily. This confirmed that everything was just as she had suspected. The person in front of her was indeed Yenny’s brother.

“Miss Bailey, you say you do not have as much power and resources, but to find traces of this incident in such a short time is truly impressive. It seems the apple does not fall far from the tree. No wonder my

brother is interested in you and even contemplated marrying you,” Mr. Fermon responded as he quickly regained his composure.

However, his words instantly crossed Simon’s bottom line. Simon’s gaze turned icy as he locked eyes with Mr. Fermon.

“Mr. Hernandez, there’s no need to look at me like that. My brother is my brother, and I am me. Although we are twins, our preferences are completely different. I have a bit of a chauvinistic streak, and compared to intelligent and clever girls like Miss Bailey, I prefer the kind of girl who relies wholeheartedly on me,” Mr. Fermon openly expressed his stance.

Simon stared at him for a moment, and the fierceness in his eyes slowly receded, replaced by a mixture of resignation and understanding.

“You just said that Yenny is your brother?” Marina clarified. Her curiosity was piqued as she tried to comprehend the intricacies of their family connection.

“Yes, he is my own blood brother,” Mr. Fermon confirmed with a nod.

“If both of you were born safely, why did rumors spread about a child breaking their back in your family? And throughout all these years, no one knew that Yenny had a brother like you,” Marina questioned, her mind intrigued by this puzzle.

Now that Mr. Fermon had taken the initiative to come to her, he surely had to provide an explanation for this mystery.

Mr. Fermon did not respond immediately.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and began to remove the mask from his face.

As Marina and Simon saw his face clearly, both of them could not help but gasp, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Countless thoughts rain through their minds, “Is this really a human face? It’s more terrifying than a midnight horror

movie.”

The face before them was marred by numerous scratches, large and small.

It appeared as though the wounds had not been properly treated, with the flesh protruding outward, giving an eerie and grotesque appearance.

It sent shivers down their spines as if the face was crawling with countless centipedes.

Even Marina, who had witnessed much in her life, felt a queasiness churn in her stomach.