Chapter 63 The Woman He Cares About the Most

The beating from last night was still fresh in Elena's memory. It was the first time she had been physically assaulted in such a manner, accompanied by harsh and sarcastic remarks. It left Elena feeling extremely panicked.

Timothy gently smiled at her and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be okay. She is my mother, she won't harm you."

Elena pursed her lips, staying silent. Obviously, Mr. Robinson had no idea how she got her injuries.

The door was forcefully pushed open, revealing Daria's face, contorted with anger.

Her luxurious dress clung tightly to her body, while she walked towards Elena in high heels.

Last night, she had ordered the two bodyguards to brutally beat this wretched girl. Unexpectedly, her own son had come to her rescue, and now this wretched girl was lying on her son's bed. It infuriated her.

Hurrying to Elena's side, she raised her palm to strike.

Timothy quickly grabbed her hand. "Mother, what are you doing?"

Daria forcefully shook off her own son's hand. "Timothy, are you falling for this wretch? Do you even know who she is? Are you defying me for her?"

Timothy glanced at Elena and gently smiled. "Mother, I know she is Annie's sister. We are all family. Why trouble her?"

"Family?" Daria's complexion suddenly turned ugly. Accepting someone like Annie was one thing, but now there was another wretched girl with no blood relation to the master. How could she bear this?

"Timothy, have you gone mad? This wretched girl has no connection to us. How can you say such things?"

"Mother!" Timothy elongated the word "Mother", bringing a subtle sense of intimidation. His handsome face still carried a gentle smile, but his eyes turned icy. "Mother, it's not what you think. Let's talk first, and then you can make a decision."

After all, Timothy was her son. His words eventually extinguished Daria's raging fire. She snorted in anger, casting a contemptuous glance at Elena.

Wisely ignoring this detail, Timothy said, "Elena, get some rest. I'll step out for a moment."

Elena looked at this strange mother and son pair and nodded.

Timothy held Daria's hand and walked out of the bedroom.

Elena left the bedroom and entered the bathroom. Facing the mirror, she saw the red handprint on her small face, swollen and hideous, resembling a pig's head. She had applied a layer of yellow ointment on it, making it even more unsightly.

That damn old hag, she didn't hold back!

Elena rubbed her face, feeling a piercing pain. Annie would be scared if she saw her in this ghastly state.

Through the bathroom window, Elena saw Timothy and Daria strolling in the backyard. She wondered what Timothy said to Daria, but their conversation was cut off.

Everything looked calm, but unexpectedly, the two people started arguing, and then Daria left in a huff.

The negotiation was unsuccessful. This old lady definitely didn't want to let her go.

In the backyard, under the big tree, Timothy watched his mother's figure hurriedly leaving. His expression turned solemn.

A bodyguard ran in. "Young Master! The cars are ready. We can depart now."

Timothy looked up and glanced at the window on the third floor. The curtains were fluttering, concealing a small figure.

A darkness flashed in his brown eyes. "Hmm, let's go!"

Nine Dragons, England

Luxury cars were lined up together, forming a dragon-like motorcade. In the middle of the motorcade, there was a luxurious Lamborghini. Timothy wore a silvery-grey suit. The elegant smile on his face twisted into a sneer.

"We've arrived, Young Master!"

Timothy looked at the black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the motorcade. He couldn't help but sneer disdainfully. The mighty Dragon Gang's boss only had one car?

"He only has one car?"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Timothy sneered. It seemed that the AF Group was really struggling, and its presence was not as powerful as it was before.

When he first came to England three years ago, there were dozens of luxury cars that blocked Queen's Road. Today, there was only one car. Could it be that the woman was just a toy to him?

Timothy got out of the car. Immediately, forty or fifty black-suited bodyguards walked out of the other cars and followed Timothy. They surrounded the black Rolls-Royce in the front, making it inaccessible.

The black car door opened slowly when Timothy approached, and a figure dressed entirely in black came out of the car with great dominance.

Timothy managed to have a look inside the open car. Besides a driver, there was only one female bodyguard left.

Timothy put on a fake smile. "Mr. Al-Farouk, long time no see?"

Hassan stared at him coldly, proudly saying, "Enough with the nonsense. I came here for one purpose."

"Thank you for your hospitality on Glod Island last time. Since you've come a long way, I'll entertain you well today. Let's discuss the matters at the dining table."

"Hand over my woman!" Hassan said coldly.

Timothy's face couldn't help but falter. Despite so many subordinates watching, Hassan completely ignored him, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

"Mr. Al-Farouk, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm never short of women. If you need a woman, I can find ten beautiful models to accompany you for drinks right now."

Although Timothy had a smile on his face, his eyes had already turned cold.

Hassan suddenly made a move using his extremely fast skills to lift Timothy up, twisting his hands behind his back. The cold barrel of a gun was pressed against Timothy's temple.

Timothy had over fifty bodyguards with him, but none of them could act swiftly.

"Damn! How did Hassan manage to capture our boss in just a blink of an eye?” Their boss was taken hostage in front of them, just like that. The bodyguards quickly realized what was happening and pulled out their pistols, aiming at Hassan.

Timothy sneered, “Hassan, if you dare make a move, you'll turn into a sieve in an instant.” Hassan arrogantly laughed and blew a whistle. Suddenly, all the windows of the residences along the street opened, revealing black gun barrels one by one.

There were at least three to four hundred of them, as dark and ominous as they could be. Timothy felt a bit uneasy. It seemed like he had underestimated Hassan. This man indeed had a reputation for being ruthless.

“Listen, Elena is the woman I care about the most. If she suffers even a slight injury, I won't spare you. I’ll kill you even if it costs me my life,” Hassan proudly declared.

“Hassan, you are too arrogant! This is my territory, how dare you cause trouble...”

Hassan haughtily interrupted, “If we are talking about nobility, my background is much more noble than yours. And of course, if we are talking about being a gangster, I can be even more ruthless than you. You know very well what I am capable of. Even Rex died at my hands, so who am I afraid of?”

“Alright, you win, let go...”

Hassan forcefully pushed Timothy away, his eyes still sharp, and a perfect smile curled at the corner of his lips, resembling the grim reaper.

Timothy shivered. Indeed, the UK was his territory, but Hassan had come to his territory and managed to arrange so many people overnight without him knowing. This showed how influential the opponent was, forcing him to temporarily concede.

“Yes, Elena is indeed with the Robinson family. She is currently with her sister. However, she doesn't want to see you. I promise you, in three days, whether she wants to see you or not, I will deliver her to you safely.”

Hassan's black eyes flashed with a cold light.

“Fine, you have three days! If you dare hurt her within these three days, I won't be polite to you either.” After saying that, Hassan calmly holstered his gun in front of Timothy's gang, casually got into his car, and drove away. Timothy looked up and saw the black gun barrels in the windows silently withdrawing.

“Sir, how did he manage to bring so many people here?” Rami, his underling, exclaimed.

Timothy punched Rami in the face with frustration. “Useless, get lost!”

Rami quickly turned around and shouted at the stunned gang members, “Did you not hear? The young master told you to get lost!”

Timothy was extremely frustrated. This grand procession of his motorcade not only failed to intimidate Hassan but also allowed him to gain the upper hand.

“Where does Annie live?” Elena asked with a furrowed brow.

“I'm not sure,” the servant said, shaking his head. “Then I'll find her myself!” Elena stood up angrily.

"Miss Walker, young master said you better not wander around. If you get caught by madam, it will cause trouble," the servant quickly intervened.

"Don't worry! I'm not afraid of her." Elena rushed out of the bedroom and into the corridor, with the maid chasing after her attentively.

"Miss Walker... Young master, you're finally back!" The maid saw Timothy walking in through the front gate and smiled with relief. Miss Walker had almost driven her crazy with questions.

"Miss Walker wanted to see Annie, and I could barely dissuade her."

"You can leave now."

"Yes, young master!"

Elena stood in the corridor, her bright eyes fixed on Timothy. "You're back! That's great. When will you take me to meet Annie?"

Timothy glanced at his watch and said gently, "It's getting late. Let me accompany you for afternoon tea. It seems like this is your first time in England, and you don't know much about it. Why don't we take this opportunity to explore together?"

Timothy was articulate and refined, making him quite likeable. He gave off an elder brother vibe.

"By the way, the second room on the left is Annie's room. If you need to change clothes, you can find a few in her wardrobe. I bought her a lot of new clothes, but she never wore them because she didn't find them appealing."

Timothy casually mentioned, and Elena immediately cheered and dashed off before Timothy could finish his sentence.

On the first floor, Elena pushed open the door of the second room. It was decorated like a princess's bedroom, large with exquisite bay windows. There was a princess bed adorned with diamonds and lace, and a beautiful pink wardrobe.

Elena was amazed. It seemed like the Robinson family really treated Annie well. This room was even better than Timothy's. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Elena opened the wardrobe which was filled with dresses from Chanel and other high-end brands. Many of them were brand new as the price tags were still attached. It seemed everything Annie had said about her caring older brother was true.

Elena had been wearing the same dress for three days, and it had become dirty and wrinkled. She picked a light purple chiffon blouse from the wardrobe and paired it with a knee-length skirt. With her long, black hair cascading down, it looked good on her.

Elena also found Annie's makeup and lightly touched up her reddened face before coming out, satisfied.

Timothy stood in the hallway and saw Elena coming out of the room.

His gaze lingered on her face, and he was instantly filled with a deep shock.