Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

Chapter 862: Chapter 430: I Am His Terminator

"Written records? No videos? Even four years ago, smartphones were already widespread!" Lawrence Winters was quite puzzled.

"Well, this competition is quite special. The rules prohibit recording audio or video, so only written records exist." Evan Stetford patiently explained to her.

Lawrence Winters nodded, starting to feel curious, "Got it. Sounds kind of mysterious."

"You’ll understand once you see it. I know you’re impressive, but to know the enemy means victory every time." Evan told her thoroughly.

Since their car had a soundproof divider, Evan wasn’t worried about the driver and security in the front overhearing his conversation with Lawrence.

Besides, now was the time for utmost confidentiality.

Once they were home, it would be harder to talk.

Evan continued, "Mr. Zhuge was the grand champion for the last two competitions and wants a third title this year. He’s also a prodigy in cultivation, winning his first grand championship in his early thirties, setting the record for the youngest grand champion. Four years ago, he claimed his second title, setting the record for consecutive championships."

"Everyone thinks highly of him, and it’s very likely he’ll win a third title this year. A trifecta like this has never happened before in the history of the grand championship."

Lawrence Winters raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly saying, "Too bad for him, this year he’s facing me, the one who will end his ’trifecta.’ And I plan to break the record for the youngest grand champion too."

"So confident? Then I should go to the casino and place a big bet on you winning," Evan said casually.

Lawrence Winters chimed in, "Do they have such a bet? Count me in, I’ll bet on myself to win too!"

Being a newcomer, her odds were surely high.

Just by betting on herself, she might recoup the travel expenses from this trip!

Lawrence was eager and ready to give it a go.

Evan was amused, "Show some ambition. If the grand champion bets on themselves, and people find out later, it’ll be a black mark in your history. Forget about it. If you do become the grand champion, your prize money will be a large sum, not to mention the Celestial Path Sect treasures you can’t even imagine."

Lawrence was overjoyed, ready to give it her all, "There’s a prize?! Then I definitely have to go all out!"

They laughed and talked the whole way, feeling time fly by.

Before long, they arrived at the Stetford Family’s mansion on Long Island.

The extended Rolls-Royce Phantom drove right through the big iron gates.

Lawrence eyed the white mansion with four Roman-style marble columned porticos from the car window, her eyes widening.

"Master Stetford, this is your home?! Wow, I thought it was a museum!"

Evan Stetford: "..."

Why were this girl’s words always so unexpected?

He chuckled silently and led her up the steps of the white mansion.

A black-uniformed, English butler greeted them with Oxford-accented English.

Lawrence responded in the same accent.

The butler looked at her in surprise, couldn’t help but ask, "Is the lady also from the United Kingdom?"

The accent was just too perfect. Besides locals, the butler couldn’t think of anyone else who could learn such a "local" accent so flawlessly.

Lawrence laughed and shook her head, "I’m not from the United Kingdom, I come from the East."

The butler exhaled, politely apologizing for his presumptuousness.

Evan Stetford smiled on the side, waiting for the pleasantries to end before leading Lawrence into the living room.

Facing the entrance was the towering spiral staircase at the back of the living room.

Just looking at the staircase, Lawrence could almost imagine the white girls of the 18th century in their whalebone gowns moving up and down, their skirts rustling on the floor.

They laughed, they sang, they danced, they gossiped.

Outside, the flowers were in bloom on the lawn, the blue sky and white clouds, the breeze gently touching the face, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Soon, a nationwide Civil War would destroy everything here.

The old civilization was fading, the new civilization was rising.

Just a glance, and Lawrence had already imagined an entire "Civil War history."

Evan didn’t disturb her, leading her through the living room to the lounge connected to the dining room.

Richard Stetford sat here with a cigar pipe, chatting with Aiden Sheldon.

Autumn Stetford sat on the lady’s chaise next to the grand piano by the floor-to-ceiling windows, video-calling Ruby Sheldon and others who were out shopping.

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