A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1252

Chapter 1252 Invitation

While Cecilia was feeling quite puzzled, she had to act as polite as her visitor was.

“You’re too kind, Elder Cowper. It’s our honor that you’re willing to visit us. Please take a seat and enjoy a cup of coffee.” When she finished speaking, she returned to her chair.

Someone swiftly brought a chair for Desmond and served him a cup of coffee.

“Let’s not beat around the bush, Lady Jingle. The reason I’m here is that I’ve received an order from Lord Frey to deal with Peyton’s matter.” Desmond went straight to the point.

I knew it. He’s here for that. She replied, “Indeed, Peyton is killed by Crimson Palace, Elder Cowper. If you’re here for revenge, then just do it.”

Aura gathered around Cecilia as she prepared to strike.

When Desmond saw that, he quickly waved his hands. “You have misunderstood, Lady Jingle. I’m not here for revenge. Peyton was an arrogant id*ot who dared to conspire against you, so he deserves to die. I’m here to apologize on Lord Frey’s behalf, Lady Jingle. Lord Frey apologizes for not teaching Peyton well, which was why he acted so rashly.”

His words stunned her, so much so that she was at a loss for words.

The situation was completely different from how she expected it would unfold.

She knew what kind of person Richard was, and he wasn’t the type of person who would apologize.

After all, he didn’t need to apologize to anyone being the leader of the most powerful sect in the south.

And yet, he had sent someone to apologize to Crimson Palace.

“Very well. I’ll return in a couple of days to invite him again!” Desmond stood up, bowed in front of Cecilia, and left.

Seeing that Desmond was gone, the people in Crimson Palace got excited. As long as Divine Beast Sect wouldn’t attack them, they would be safe.

Cecilia let out a sigh of relief in her mind and fell asleep the moment she landed in bed.

Her slumber lasted for two days and two nights.

During that time, Jared had made good progress in his cultivation.

However, no matter what he did, he couldn’t break through the barrier that prevented him from becoming a Martial Arts Marquis—Nascent Soul couldn’t form in his body.