"You..."
This time, it was Mary who was left speechless.
She really didn't expect that Marquis Jones would be so bold, completely unafraid of her father's power.
If it weren't for her father's backing, Mary, after all, was just a typical 250-level noblewoman. Facing Marquis Jones, who was at least a 600-level base, she truly felt shaky inside.
The key was that she could tell he wasn't just threatening her; he was genuinely ready to make a move.
After all, their title was one they could genuinely choose to give up; there was no heir anyway...
"Then... then I'll take a few steps back. Let your boyfriend spend a night with me, and I won't fight with you over him."
After weighing her options, Mary decided to compromise. However, her arrogance wouldn't allow her to completely concede. Since she couldn't grab him openly, borrowing him should be fine, right?
"What a joke, you think just like that you can get me to accompany you? Is the Soros Clan so short of money they can't afford a mirror? I'll gift you one; go back and take a good look at yourself."
At this point, Lynn couldn't be suppressed by Vivian any longer. Although he knew she meant well, he wasn't a man who would only hide behind a woman.
The only time he'd be fine hiding behind a woman was in certain positions on the battlefield of the big bed.
So, as Lynn stepped forward to speak, he casually tossed Mary a small ordinary mirror. Fortunately, it was just a little thing he bought for the home and not a gift for some pretty young lady. Otherwise, no matter how poor Mary's family might be, he wouldn't gift her a mirror.
"Snap"
A crisp sound rang out as the mirror shattered on the ground. Of course, Mary wouldn't accept such a "gift" from Lynn, even if he was a man she had her eyes on.
"It's one thing for Marquis Jones to bully me, but you dare to bully me too?"
Mary glanced at the fragments on the ground, her finger trembling as she pointed at Lynn. She was somewhat afraid of a Saint Tier powerhouse like Marquis Jones losing control, but that didn't mean she was afraid of the handsome young Lynn.
"Watch your words! I only bully the likes of beautiful Vivian. I'm not daring enough to bully someone like you. At most, I might just beat you up if I can't stand you."
In some contexts, the word "bully" has special meanings. Lynn didn't dare to bully a woman like Mary; he was quite wary of that.
"We'll see if you have the skill for that!"
Mary stomped her foot in anger, glared at Lynn, and turned to leave, leaving the ready-to-fight Lynn dumbfounded.
"What are you standing there for? Quick, leave! Mary went out to call her guards!"
At this point, the marquis, who was the first to stand up for Vivian, also glared at Lynn, reproaching him for his rashness. Was Mary someone to offend recklessly? She herself might be insignificant, but was the Soros Clan easy to provoke?
Even if her personal guards weren't Saint Tier powerhouses, they surely wouldn't lack experts at 400-level or above. The key was she had more than just one or two guards, while Lynn came alone in a carriage, without a single guard. How was he supposed to fight Mary?
"Why should I run? Unc... Uncle, surely you don't think I'm weak?"
His mind too smoothly working out the relationships, Lynn nearly blurted out "father-in-law," but he caught himself just in time, barely avoiding making Vivian blush and hit him playfully.
"How strong could you be! At your age, are you even at 400-level?"
Stepping up to Mary was already impulsive, but fortunately, it didn't spark an actual conflict. However, Lynn's subsequent actions were inappropriate. How could he further provoke tensions?
"What does it matter if you and Vivian aren't really compatible? Spending a night with Mary, does it change anything when the lights are off?"
"Not particularly strong, but dealing with the likes of those hundred at a time is no problem."
Lynn said, pointing to a man leisurely drinking on the second floor. He had felt someone watching him with ill intent for a while, though he hadn't caused trouble because Vivian was nearby.
Now, seeing him look somewhat surprised amidst his leisure, Lynn boldly speculated that Mary was arranged by him.
As for his purpose, it was probably femme fatale. With Vivian's beauty, attracting rivals was expected; having none would be strange. Lynn didn't think it was bad.
But these matters should be mutual; in a fair competition, he might view the opponent as a rival. But playing underhandedly, that's different. Though seeking equality for all, when one doesn't regard others as human, he naturally wouldn't treat them as equals.
"Those types?"
Following Lynn's direction, Marquis Jones and the other guests, drawn by the commotion, saw only Lajian Wilson of the Wilson Clan and his servants.
Could he be referring to Lajian Wilson?
The term "those types" should refer to his servants, right?
But comparing to a mere servant? Everyone here could handle a hundred servants. So... was he truly referring to that distinguished individual?
Wow~~
All the attendees couldn't help but focus on Lajian Wilson, curious about how the newly minted Saint Tier would react to being underestimated.
However, Lajian Wilson remained unmoved. A mere stranger he didn't know, not worth his personal attention, especially as he hadn't even dealt with Mary's situation yet.
Speaking of the devil, as Lajian Wilson put down his wine glass, the aggressively departed Mary returned.
This time, she wasn't alone but brought ten high-tier guards with her, who normally couldn't enter the banquet hall.
The Wilson Clan was cooperative enough to grant passage; otherwise, she'd have to clean up this disrespectful man while bearing the offense against the Wilson Clan.
"All of you attack! Break his limbs for me! Leave the fifth limb, I still need it."
As Mary finished speaking, the ten high-tier guards pounced on Lynn like fierce tigers.
Then, in unison, a "bang bang" sound echoed, and they flew back toward their owner like sick cats.
Few present could see Lynn's move; to most, it looked as if the guards rushed Lynn, and in the blink of an eye, they toppled Mary one by one, then stacked atop her.
As a 250-level weak woman, Mary couldn't withstand the full weight of ten burly men; drenched in sweat, she passed out in seconds. If it weren't for the banquet hall guards saving her in time to prevent her from dying at Duke Wilson's Mansion, this would have become a murder scene.