Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1268

Jay looked at Zayne. Although this guy's voice had been disguised, he would continuously get carried away at the moment of crisis. After a careful look at him, it felt a little more familiar. He proceeded to press him. "If you don't want to die, then stop talking."

It seemed like a magical phrase as it immediately sealed Zayne's lips.

Soon enough, a miracle happened.

As if fairies had enchanted the steep mountain road, it suddenly became flat. The thick snow looked as if it had all been cleaned up, revealing some vibrant greenery.

Zayne said with lingering fear, "Those who survive a catastrophe are bound to have good fortune later on."

Josephine and Sis Shirley both expressed the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Jay's handsome face suddenly became colder than the surrounding snow. He knew best that the reason for this cleared formation was because Angeline had sold her name in exchange. He greeted Cole silently in his heart, 'Leecher.'

Angeline thought of something and suddenly told Jay, "Darling, once we enter the stronghold, you must never reveal your identity. If we have to, let me be the one who does it. I think Cole Yorks wouldn't make things hard for me."

Just as Jay was about to refute, Angeline added, "A slight impatience will ruin things for us, darling.

You'll have to think about the kids and me."

Jay responded, "Alright."

Jay's identity was akin to a double-edged sword.

He was Chloe Yorks' son. In this aspect, the Yorks might treat him differently.

However, he was also the Ares family's son, and the Areses were the Yorks' mortal nemesis.

Before he could figure out the Yorks' treatment toward him, Jay could not expose his identity at will.

Angeline had to make such a decision after thorough consideration.

After all the roadblocks were cleared, the road down the mountain spiraled down the apex. It had become somewhat complicated but was still an open area.

After walking for about an hour, they finally saw a vast flat land in front of them.

The old-looking buildings were built on flat ground. It was like a temple with flying eaves and pavilions. They overlapped each other and were hidden halfway through the mountain.

The odd part was that there was no snow around Yorks' stronghold, and the surrounding temperature was obviously a few degrees higher. The heat made Zayne and the others feel warm as spring. They wanted to stick around here longer.

The group then walked toward Yorks' stronghold's gate.

A concrete wall surrounded Yorks' stronghold, and many people were standing on it with trumpets in their hands.

Jay whispered to Angeline, "It seems like we didn't come to the wrong place, Angeline. It truly is that leecher."

Spencer looked at the approaching tourists and saw that two of the women were being carried by the men down the mountain, while one of the women had almost collapsed in the arms of the other man. She was being dragged over. He narrowed his eagle eyes i n confusion.

"Cole, which one of them is your Angeline? It seems like Dad's eyes are getting bad now. I've been staring at them for a long time and can't find anything special about all three women." Spencer's eyes were still as sharp as ever, but he wanted to take the opportunity to tease his son.

Cole craned his neck out and watched for a long time as he could not see Shirley nor Angeline's faces. He did not dare to guess rashly but still pondered in his heart. 'Angeline is a martial artist. She shouldn't be so weak as to need someone to carry her down the mountain.'

Spencer continued to tease his son. "So, you like the sickly type? Ahaha. Well, from now on, you may carry your wife up and down the mountain every day. It's good exercise."

Cole shot a gloomy look at his father. "Angeline is not the sickly type."

The old master suddenly became vigilant when he heard his words.