Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 166

Warner’s gaze drifted beyond the top-floor window of the Guild of Pax. After a moment, he smiled, his tone meaningful. “I do know you, Ms. Martinez.”

In an instant, Rosalind’s eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura radiated from her.

She was wondering just how much this Mr. Turner had found out about her, and whether she needed to pay him a personal visit to sort things out.

Then, she heard the man on the other end of the line stand up. There was a rustle of clothing, followed by the faint sound of something being lit, likely a cigarette. His voice was unhurried. “You saved Steward Turner. I was in the car at the time. He was making a fuss about wanting to see you, Ms. Martinez, so I sent him back to Prax. I wasn't in good health back then, but I've always wanted a chance to thank you in person.”

Sent him back? From the sound of it, thrown him out was more like it.

Still, if that was the case… it was because she had saved his brother.

That settled it. Rosalind toyed with the amethyst pendant in her hand, the hostility in her eyes dissipating.

This titan of Prax certainly had a unique way of expressing gratitude.

“And besides…” the man’s voice deepened, a whisper in her ear that seemed almost lonely in the wind, “I am rather intrigued by the fact that you refused to treat me, Ms. Martinez.”

Rosalind found his tone so sincere that it made her feel as if she had been wrongly suspicious of a gentleman. “Your condition requires constant monitoring. And I heard you have a history of allergies. As I am a woman, it probably wouldn't be appropriate.”

“It seems you have been paying attention to me as well.” The man let out a soft cough, but his smile didn’t fade. “Then you must have also heard the rumors about me.”

The hand playing with the pendant stilled. Rosalind told a bald-faced lie. “I have not.”

The old man had told her long ago that the heir to the Turner family was a soul burdened by immense karmic debt and endless suffering. That inferno… tsk, what a waste of a noble, fortunate aura.

Rosalind had never seen what a person weighed down by such a heavy spiritual burden looked like.

So she had tossed a stone in the air and asked the old man, “Is it an interesting sight?”

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