As her lips parted, Miranda held up her phone, thrusting it before her. "Your brother, he's been beaten!"
"Covered in blood!"
"Look, look, it's like his intestines are about to be beaten out!"
What?!!
The screen was a little too close to her eyes, and Miranda's hand was still shaking, so Du Ruoxin couldn't see clearly.
She snatched the phone in a panic. In the dark video, the figures were unclear, but she could hear the sounds.
"Bang!"
"Smack!"
Punch after punch, accompanied by the man's beast-like roars. It felt as if she could see how viciously he was striking through the screen, and smell the thick scent of blood permeating the air.
It sent tremors through every nerve in her body.
"Gush..."
Cristiano vomited a torrent of blood.
"Ah—"
Du Ruoxin shrieked.
Her entire body trembled, filled with fear.
Who! Who dared to beat her elder brother!
"Du Ruoxin." Just then, a voice, all too familiar, echoed in the air.
Because the screen was dark, she couldn't see his face, but his words sent a chill down her spine.
"Come find me."
"A surprise, for you."
The video abruptly ended.
Du Ruoxin recognized him as Rong Jingyang. Her face turned ashen, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"You bastard!"
Rong Jingyang, you dare to touch my brother, just you wait!!!
She turned and ran.
"Hey, hey, hey..." Miranda called out from behind, "Sister Xin, don't run so fast."
Be careful of your stomach, you're pregnant.
If you rush too much, if you lose the baby...
"Slow down! Slow down!"
—
An hour earlier
After Cristiano and Du Ruoxin arrived in Britain, Du Ruoxin entered Buckingham Palace, while Cristiano stopped at the entrance.
He had a past grievance with William and couldn't just barge in.
The conflict between them wasn't huge, nor was it small. Magnified, it was a difference in political views. Minimized, it was a divergence of interests and starting points.
In short—each pursued their own agenda.
For decades, the Rothschild family and the royal family had grown increasingly hostile through numerous confrontations. But the situation was such that he alone couldn't change it.
Of course, Cristiano didn't intend to try and change anything.
Sometimes, balance was the art of kingship.
Unable to enter Buckingham Palace, he sat at a coffee bar, gazing at the distant buildings.
How long would Xin'er be inside?
Not seeing her for a month or two... it was unbearable.
No.
Cristiano took out his phone and instructed his secretary to contact William. He wanted to see him, to have a chat, to ease their relationship?
Regardless of the purpose, he needed to get into Buckingham Palace.
Soon, his secretary reported that contact had been made. William was hosting a banquet at the palace and had invited him, but he couldn't use the main entrance.
Cristiano paused. Considering their outwardly antagonistic relationship, he didn't think too much of it.
He went alone.
To show his sincerity, he had his bodyguards wait outside and not accompany him.
Over the years, Cristiano had braved many perilous situations alone. He was a formidable beast, and even a tiger in exile could not be bullied by anyone.
He was confident, and quite arrogant.
"Sir, please follow me."
A bodyguard led Cristiano to a three-story villa.
From a distance, the entire building was dark, with no lights on. It was late at night, pitch black, which seemed abnormal?
But the door was already open.
Cristiano was a man of courage, spirit, and decisive action. Since the other party had extended an invitation, even if it were a trap, he would still attend.
Without hesitation, he strode in with an imposing air.