Chapter 251: Ash O’Malley
Frost Shaw shot to his feet. He was about to ask who the customer was looking for, but he stopped short when he saw the man.
’No need to ask. It’s got to be him.’
He stood at the front of the crowd, sizing up the lottery shop with great interest, his eyes full of amusement and curiosity.
He had a unique air about him and was strikingly handsome, with a slight resemblance to Frank O’Malley around the eyes.
Frost Shaw pressed his lips together. He instinctively didn’t want the man going to the RV or seeing Lily Hart.
’This guy is bad news.’
But things rarely go as planned. The man had come specifically to see Lily Hart. Ash O’Malley turned, meeting Frost Shaw’s probing, vigilant gaze.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised by the wariness and simply stared back, his expression unreadable. When their eyes met, it was as if the very air between them began to warp.
Ash O’Malley was the first to speak. "Take me to Lily Hart."
Frost Shaw didn’t say a word, standing rooted to the spot. His voice was steady as he said, "Boss Hart isn’t seeing visitors. Please leave."
"Take me to Lily Hart," Ash O’Malley repeated. He knew Lily Hart was in the RV.
But he wasn’t stupid. He had seen the viral videos online and knew that outsiders couldn’t board the RV without Lily Hart’s permission.
The consequences of boarding without permission were unthinkable. You might be swallowed whole by something invisible, or you could be sent flying away.
He had always been cautious and wouldn’t take such a risk.
Frost Shaw couldn’t be bothered with him. Anyone with eyes could see he was here to cause trouble.
He’d have to be an idiot to lead him to the RV. Frost Shaw turned to leave, but the moment he did, he sensed danger approaching from behind.
Frost Shaw ducked low, narrowly dodging the deadly strike, and scrambled toward the RV.
But he hadn’t taken two steps before Ash O’Malley attacked again. Frost Shaw waved a hand, sending pillars of ice shooting in his attacker’s direction.
But they were useless. Ash O’Malley shattered the ice pillars instantly, reducing them to a spray of fine ice.
With only three steps to go, Frost Shaw spun around, and a massive wall of ice appeared between them.
It bought him a second, but that was enough. Frost Shaw sprinted to the RV and vaulted inside with a single, swift movement.
His movements were swift and decisive.
Because her view was obstructed, Lily Hart had no idea what had happened. She only saw Frost Shaw leap inside.
He landed steadily and began to pant, his hands on his knees. The veins on his arms stood out in sharp relief.
"What’s wrong? Did that guy hit you?" Lily Hart asked, standing up. She looked ready to go out there and get even for him.
Frost Shaw had only planned on telling her that Ash O’Malley had arrived, but after hearing her say that...
He jutted out his lip and immediately replied, "Yes! He’s here to get revenge for Frank O’Malley! I think it’s his brother!"
"He actually has the nerve to show up? Where is he?" Lily Hart slammed a hand on the table, furious.
Frost Shaw pointed in a direction and led Lily Hart over to look. Sure enough, Ash O’Malley was still standing there, but the ice wall had already disappeared.
"Hey! You, O’Malley!" Lily Hart shouted from inside the RV, her hands on her hips.
Shouting his family name felt strangely foolish. ’What an awkward name to yell.’
Ash O’Malley immediately looked over, his gaze cutting through the noisy crowd to meet Lily Hart’s commanding eyes.
For a moment, he was dazed. ’She’s beautiful—radiant and poised, completely out of place in this chaotic, filthy world.’
He walked through the crowd, step by step, until he arrived in front of Lily Hart.
He asked with impeccable manners, "Boss Hart, may I come aboard the RV for a moment?"
Frost Shaw and Roman Rowe stood behind Lily Hart, one on each side, copying her by putting their hands on their hips.
Roman Rowe puffed out his chest. "No way! You think you can just come aboard whenever you want?"
’I want to facepalm,’ Lily Hart thought with a wry smile. ’Why does he sound so dumb? Still, he’s one of my guys. I can’t undermine him.’
"..." Ash O’Malley ignored Roman Rowe and just looked quietly at Lily Hart, waiting for her reply.
Lily Hart shook her head slightly. "No. You can just stand out there."
She was smiling, but her tone was laced with coldness and caution.
Ash O’Malley gave up on the idea of entering the RV and simply took out his Light Brain. "Boss Hart, the reason I came here today..."
"...is to have you cooperate with me in recording a video. My younger brother lost a great deal of face here a few days ago, which has damaged the O’Malley Family’s reputation. I need you to clarify that you were just playing around with him."
There were only a few customers around, and Ash O’Malley had intentionally driven them away, so no one heard their conversation.
Lily Hart truly wanted to laugh now. ’And why should I do that?’ she thought.
Before Lily Hart could respond, Ash O’Malley raised the Light Brain in his hand, pointing the camera at her face.
The smile on Lily Hart’s face vanished. Her eyes fixed on the Light Brain in his hand, and with a flicker of her will...
"WHOOSH—" The Light Brain flew out of Ash O’Malley’s hand and into the air.
Ash O’Malley stared in shock. ’With my power, how could I not have reacted at all?’
’This... It’s impossible. I’m the strongest of the O’Malley Family’s younger generation.’
He tapped his toes on the ground and launched himself several meters into the air, reaching for the Light Brain.
But he grabbed at nothing. The Light Brain, as if it had a mind of its own, zipped behind him with a WHOOSH.
Ash O’Malley spun around and struck out with incredible speed, almost leaving afterimages, but he still missed.
The Light Brain was as slippery as an eel, grazing the back of his hand as it shot away. Ash O’Malley’s expression darkened.
From mid-air, he glanced down and saw the looks on the faces of the commoners. They were staring as if watching a circus act, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
Ash O’Malley slowly descended, his face livid as he narrowed his eyes at Lily Hart.
"If Boss Hart is unwilling to offer a clarification, then fine. But why must you toy with me like this?" Ash O’Malley struggled to maintain his composure.
"For fun," Lily Hart said with a shrug.
Ash O’Malley’s eyes widened abruptly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
’I, the great young master of the O’Malley Family, am nothing but a plaything to you?’
’How infuriating!’
"You—" Ash O’Malley was speechless. The elders in his family had never taught him how to curse at people; they only told him to cultivate diligently, as he was to become the Family Head in the future.
"Your little brother is Frank O’Malley, right?" Lily Hart mused. "He’s the rich man’s idiot son, and you’re the rich man’s proper eldest son."
’At least they haven’t done anything to actually harm me,’ she thought. ’Unlike the Rivers and Shaw Families. None of them are pushovers.’
’Even when he attacked Frost Shaw, he was holding back, probably afraid of killing him and facing the consequences.’
For some reason, hearing her say it, Ash O’Malley didn’t feel mocked...
"You—" Ash O’Malley repeated.
’What am I supposed to say? Come on, you useless mouth! Say something! Don’t lose!’
But after struggling, all he could come up with was, "You— Shut up! Don’t say another word!"
Lily Hart immediately complied. "Okay, okay, I’ll stop talking." Her expression was that of someone humoring a fool.
Ash O’Malley grew even more frustrated. He was frustrated with his own useless tongue and angry at his family’s elders for not teaching him anything practical.
He turned and left in a huff, returning to the old family estate with an expressionless face.
He happened to run into the Fourth Elder. Seeing him fuming, the elder asked with a doting smile, "Who got you so worked up? Was it young Frank again?"
Ash O’Malley shook his head, his anger dissipating by more than half. He was always extremely respectful toward his elders.
"It was Lily Hart," Ash O’Malley said truthfully.