Chapter 363 - Untitled (2/2)

The prince looked at Third Young Master Ye’s face and then looked at Cheng Anya. General Chauvet reported to the prince, in Spanish, about Cheng Anya’s virus. Third Young Master Ye feigned not understanding what General Chauvet said and just held Cheng Anya tightly.

While he sounded earnest, he reasonably suspected that they were not tourists and were definitely people of special status. The prince’s dark-blue eyes, like the calm blue sea, were so calm as though nothing rippled through him.

“There are extremely few tourists in the desert at this season,” the prince said as he broke into a comforting smile. “Also, this is no tourist hotspot. Even if you became separated from your tour group, you would not end up here even after getting lost in the desert for ten days to two weeks. Moreover, the two of you look like you have only been around here for two days. You two can’t possibly be tourists.”

Cheng Anya was secretly surprised. He was such a keen man who was spot-on about them.

“Your Highness, we come with no ill intent. Even if we are not tourists, we have no business or whatsoever with you, so could you just treat us as tourists and let us go?” Third Young Master Ye coldly said in full arrogance. “Making a friend is often better than making an enemy, no?”

Chauvet felt that Third Young Master Ye was overly presumptuous and wanted to tell him off before being stopped by the prince. As the prince stroked his chin, he observed Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya in detail for a moment. He then smiled and said, “Indeed, you come with no ill intent. There is nothing wrong with making an additional friend like you, but… I detest it when people lie to me.”

His smile carried coldness with it.

Third Young Master Ye smiled elegantly despite how hideous he looked. “Your Highness, life is never a bed of roses, and you, too, will certainly hit a rough spot from time to time. When things do not look good, I’m afraid that you, too, would lie.”

The prince curled his lips into a smile. His brief conversation with Third Young Master Ye confirmed that the latter was no average joe. Third Young Master Ye was also even more certain that this prince was no simple person.

He seemed gentle, yet keen. He seemed kind, yet extremely cold. It made bad sense to trifle with such a person, and especially so when he was on his turf. Third Young Master Ye secretly wondered how he ought to extricate himself.

Another negotiation ensued.

“What is your name?” the prince calmly asked. His gaze was calm as usual, and his prestige towered above them. This was extremely different from the image he portrayed.

Cheng Anya smiled and said,” Do you expect us to tell the truth at such a juncture? Tell us your conditions.”

The prince’s eyes went bright for a moment and then landed on Cheng Anya. Extremely few women dared to talk to him in such a manner—a secret mockery in spite of a smile. As he observed her eyes in detail, her eyes became slightly dark.

Third Young Master Ye panicked when he noticed the prince’s line of sight. He thought to himself that things were not going well. Cheng Anya did not understand why he suddenly paid attention to her either as she had no intention of provoking him. If Third Young Master Ye had said what she said, he would have said and meant exactly the same as she did.

“Your woman?” The prince had an interested look in his gaze that broke the calm in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Third Young Master Ye pulled Cheng Anya next to him and arrogantly said, “Yeah, she’s my woman.”

General Chauvet, who suddenly discovered something, became a little worried. “Your highness…”

The prince raised his hand, and as though he did not like counsel, stopped him from speaking. The prince directly pointed at Cheng Anya and said, “I can let you go, but she must stay.”

Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled as his anger boiled over. As he suppressed the anger in his pitch-black eyes, he said, “Your Highness, do you typically s.n.a.t.c.h women who belong to other men?”

General Chauvet’s face changed and the prince’s face instantly became dark. His kind and royal face became as terrible as the devil. He suddenly pulled out his pistol and aimed at Third Young Master Ye. He said, “You sure have guts. Repeat what you said.”

This statement raked up a deep-seated rage in Third Young Master Ye, and even Cheng Anya was worried. They had just escaped danger only to run into a madman. Third Young Master Ye remained stoic and elegantly smiled. “Was I spot-on?”

The prince, in a rage, was about to pull the trigger when a gentle female voice suddenly waltzed into the room. “William, I must say that I have not seen you fire a gun in a long time. Pretty standard posture you have there.”

The prince paused and quickly kept his pistol. General Chauvet respectfully bowed and said, “Miss Rong Yan.”