My Manor

Here we go again! As the car sped toward him, showing no signs of slowing down but instead accelerating, Jiang Hai narrowed his eyes.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Not long ago, he'd spent 30 million to handle a similar situation.

Who had the guts to come after him this time?

Jiang Hai quickly grabbed Moses Adams' clothes and pushed him toward the hotel while moving backward. With his explosive speed, there was no way the car could hit him—especially since he was mentally prepared. But just as Jiang Hai was about to make his escape, he saw Connorson, who had been behind him, rush forward and knock Jiang Hai aside. The impact sent Jiang Hai flying, and Connorson took his place.

It wasn't easy to replace that position. Jiang Hai heard a loud crash as Connorson was struck by the speeding car. The years of hidden injuries and his frail body caused him to lose consciousness. The blow cracked his head open again.

But the car wasn't finished. After hitting Connorson, it veered off and crashed directly into the Carnival Hotel, landing on its lawn before slamming into a stone.

"Asshole!" Jiang Hai cursed inwardly as he saw Connorson's condition. These people kept attacking him, and this time, he was determined to find out who was behind it. Glancing at Connorson in the distance, Jiang Hai signaled Moses Adams to make a call, then headed straight for the car. With a loud smash, he broke the window of the driver's side and tried to open the door. But as soon as his hand shattered the glass, he heard multiple women screaming from inside.

"What's going on?" Jiang Hai sensed something was off when he heard the screams. When he pulled open the car door, the sight inside made his right eyelid twitch. The driver had been knocked unconscious by the airbag, his face covered in blood, and it looked like his nose was broken.

Aside from the driver, the others were still conscious and screaming—not because they were impressed by Jiang Hai's looks, but because this was a car full of women!

The group appeared to be around 17 or 18 years old, most likely college students from Boston. They seemed confused and had no idea what to do except scream. Seeing their reactions, Jiang Hai's gut told him this was truly an accident.

"Damn, a road killer driving a car like this! If you can't drive, why are you even in a car?" Seeing the unconscious female driver, Jiang Hai realized he'd encountered a so-called "road killer." He cursed inwardly before walking away.

Moses Adams had already called the police and emergency services. He came over, inspecting the scene, and looked at Jiang Hai with a helpless expression. It was clear that reasoning with the female driver wouldn't be possible. This wasn't intentional—it was just an accident. The only thing left was to go through the judicial process.

Jiang Hai considered suing for attempted murder, but he had to admit he was just unlucky. He didn't know these kids, and there was no way he could be involved further.

At that moment, Afra and the others emerged from the hotel, relieved to see that Jiang Hai was fine.

Miami might be nice—beautiful and relaxing—but it seemed this place wasn't good for Jiang Hai!

The police and medical staff arrived soon after.

The police conducted their usual questioning, and the girls—who were around 13 years old—were taken in. Jiang Hai pieced it together. These girls were from Boston as well. They had been attending college in the city and had planned a road trip to celebrate one of their birthdays. Initially, they only planned to visit Washington, but since they were already so far, they decided to head to Florida for fun. Unfortunately, they ran into trouble as soon as they arrived.

The police shrugged it off. This wasn't their first time handling such a case. After taking the statements, they took the girls to the station.

The medical staff had more trouble. While they were committed to saving lives, the person who needed help had nothing but an American household registration—no insurance, no address, and no friends. It left the hospital in a bind. If they treated this person, they might not get paid.

While doctors gave first aid, Jiang Hai was preparing to leave for his next flight. Even though he was a victim in this incident, he had arranged for Moses Adams to handle things. Before he left, however, he noticed Connorson was still in the distance.

"Go check on him. If he needs medical treatment, I'll cover all the expenses." Jiang Hai told Moses Adams before heading to the minibus. He leaned back in the last row, feeling a bit helpless. How did such a thing happen while he was away?

Moses Adams spoke to the medical staff, left his contact details, and returned to the car. As the minibus drove away, Jiang Hai glanced at Connorson again.

Sure enough, with a big lawyer backing him, the medical staff moved quickly. The bleeding was stopped, and Connorson was sent to the hospital.

Jiang Hai had no idea what would happen to Connorson, but at that moment, he was already feeling homesick.

It was only a three-hour flight from Miami to Boston—nothing too difficult, especially in first class. After watching two movies, Jiang Hai had already landed at General Patton Airport in Boston.

Upon exiting the airport, he saw several people waiting in the parking lot.

There were quite a few people, including Robbins-Garcia and Edward Anderson, the managers of the manor, along with Hai and Lu. They had three pickup trucks ready to pick up Jiang Hai and his friends. The War Shield only needed to turn a few seats to accommodate ten people, but no one except Jiang Hai was allowed to drive it—it was his treasure.

In addition to them, there was a girl—Penelope Dahler, someone Jiang Hai hadn't seen in a while. After the incident at the police station, she had distanced herself. It wasn't clear whether she disliked Jiang Hai or didn't want to be involved with her father's boss.

She was here to pick up Moses Adams. After all, she was his assistant.

With her presence, the atmosphere in the parking lot felt a little tense. Burke Dahler and his girl didn't seem to get along.

"Hey, boss, did everything go well this time?" Robbins-Garcia greeted Jiang Hai with a hug and a smile.

"Of course, nothing ever goes wrong when I'm in charge." Jiang Hai laughed.

"Humph." Penelope Dahler couldn't help but huff at Jiang Hai's confident attitude. It was a quiet sound, but Jiang Hai heard it. When he looked at her, she deliberately looked away.

"Is your throat better? Can you talk now?" Edward Anderson asked, surprised by how well the girls were doing.

"Of course, Uncle Anderson." The girls, eager to show off, smiled and nodded. Darlene was already talking, surprising everyone with her clear, crisp voice.

"Wow, that's a miracle," Burke Dahler whispered, clearly impressed.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Jiang Hai just smiled, not explaining further. Sometimes, words said too clearly lose their meaning.

After exchanging a few words, Jiang Hai and his group got into the cars. Moses Adams, whose home was in Boston, said goodbye and left with Penelope.

As they departed the airport, Jiang Hai's group headed north, and Moses Adams went south. The Miami incident had come to an end.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat of his F650, Jiang Hai gazed at the familiar scenery ahead.

While the weather in Miami was better, the fish grew faster there, and the pace was slower, it still wasn't home. This, after all, was where Jiang Hai truly belonged.