Chapter 102
“My dad agreed. He will talk to Master Collins,” Jessie said after hanging up the phone.
“Okay then. Since we’re not watching the movie anymore, I’ll leave first.”
“Mr. Lewis, I’ll reschedule it with you another day. I’m sorry about today.” Jessie apologized sincerely.
Steven waved her off and drove away.
Back in her car, Jessie looked displeased.
“Damn Wesley, ruining my first date with Mr. Lewis. How annoying!”
Not long after Steven and Jessie left, Wesley returned to the cinema with backup. This person was Kai’s first disciple, Keegan Matula, an eighth–level professional.
“That coward ran away!”
Unable to find them, Wesley felt annoyed and angry.
“Don’t worry, as long as this guy is in Levix City, he can’t escape,” Keegan assured.
Instead of heading to Imperial Villas, Steven went to the Qualls residence.
Marrie was not back yet. Steven also noticed that the couch cushions had been replaced.
Steven lay there, memories of intimate moments with Marrie on the couch flooding back. A stirring desire ignited within him.
“Mom, are you back?”
At this moment, Yanny came downstairs. She froze after seeing Steven on the couch.
“Blind fool, how did you get in here?”
Yanny came downstairs completely nude. At first, she was startled to see a strange man in the house.
She recognized Steven, the blind fool, but she didn’t care. Boldly and confidently, she sauntered over to him.
Yanny had inherited all of Marrie’s fine genes.
Her features were delicate and she had a fair complexion. She had a stunning, statuesque figure, with long, shapely legs that any man would ache to caress.
Yanny had been diligent in practicing taekwondo. She had a toned, lithe figure that was perfectly proportioned without any excess flesh.
“Blind fool, what are you gawking at?”
Yanny noticed Steven’s unwavering gaze, which seemed odd and unfitting for a blind man.
“I’d love to look, but thanks to you, I can’t see a thing. I wonder if Yanny has grown taller these past years and if your breasts have… developed nicely.” Steven continued his charade of being blind to admire the exquisite view.
“It’s none of your damn business. Seems like you’re itching for a beating.” Yanny clenched her fists and laughed coldly. “Ever since you ran off, I haven’t had a punching bag. Seeing your useless self makes me want to scratch that itch.”
“I’m pretty itchy myself,” Steven smirked.
“You wretched bonehead. I’m going to knock your teeth out today!”
Yanny launched a high kick at Steven, fully exposing herself. But Steven didn’t retaliate, dodging clumsily while enjoying the spectacle.
“Huh?”
Yanny hadn’t expected the blind Steven to evade her attack. She pressed on with a flurry of kicks aimed at his head. Steven weaved side to side, his eyes not idling.
As Yanny fired another kick, Steven caught her ankle and pinned her leg to his shoulder. An intense fire burned within him.
At this moment, Yanny realized something was off.
Steven dodged her strikes with precision. His gaze was even lingering on her private parts.
Steven caught one of her feet, hindering her movement. Yanny could only lash out with clawed fingers toward his eyes.
Steven’s other hand clamped on Yanny’s index and middle fingers.
“You’re not blind. You can see!” Yanny exclaimed in shock.
