Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 717: Chapter 234: You Teleport Me Here, Can I Refuse?_4

Leonard Churchill had also guessed why Miss Vera Williams stood at the door for a while.

Because Pigeon had been calling him “Mr. Sunny” the whole time.

Leonard Churchill didn’t find anything wrong with that.

It even confirmed that the person outside the door was indeed his mysterious pen pal, “Miss Anne”.

Upon hearing the knock, Pigeon hurriedly stood up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Vera Williams, now dressed in a court gown, appeared before him.

Leonard Churchill put down his food, stood up, and ceremoniously placed a hand on his chest to greet her, saying, “Miss Williams.”

Vera Williams responded with a graceful curtsey and entered the room, asking, “Sir, how is your injury now?”

As she spoke, she glanced at Leonard Churchill’s bandaged right arm.

The corner of her eye caught sight of the food on the table, and she marveled, thinking this man really could eat a lot.

Sam, the guard standing nearby, looked even more solemn, a hint of wariness flickering in his eyes.

Even if pushed to his limits, he couldn’t possibly eat so much.

Leonard Churchill chuckled and said, “It’s bandaged well. It should be fine now.”

Vera Williams let out a sigh of relief, but a glimpse of Leonard Churchill’s face, still covered in mud, caught her eye from his arm.

She suddenly felt something was different from before.

He seemed very frail previously, but now, didn’t he look not so thin after all?

And on closer inspection, his facial features were very pronounced, which made her feel an inexplicable familiarity.

Leonard Churchill had purposely not washed his face.

Although Bolton Town was quite secluded, he was still an S-class fugitive and it was possible that someone might recognize him.

It was better to avoid trouble.

At least not to cause trouble for others.

Vera Williams thanked him again, “Thank you, sir, for stepping in to help earlier. Since your injury hasn’t healed, please stay at the Commerce Guild for a few more days. I will arrange for the best doctor to take care of you.”

Leonard Churchill nodded in response; with a place to eat and drink for free, he had no reason to refuse.

At that moment, Vera Williams brought out a treasure chest, adding, “I cannot repay the life-saving favor I owe you. I know nothing can measure up to the righteousness of your actions. But this is a small token of my gratitude, please do accept it…”

Despite her young age, she already possessed the composure of someone who had been through trials.

Leonard Churchill smiled slightly and said, “Hmm.”

He didn’t pay much attention to the chest, finding his pen pal to be of greater interest.

When he first arrived at Machinery City, he had carefully observed the scale of the Commerce Guild.

This Rose Chamber of Commerce in Bolton was only a small subsidiary, but it was already quite substantial.

Moreover, this shop differed from other businesses, with its sale items, the variety and quantity, mode, marketing… all very innovative.

As the letter said, Miss Anne was indeed running a very large industry.

From this point of view, it was quite impressive.

….

Charisma is something you either have or you don’t.

Leonard Churchill hadn’t made any deliberate attempt to disguise himself.

Even without speaking much, his presence conveyed an air of serene confidence.

Vera Williams looked at him and felt increasingly a sense of familiarity, so she asked, “Oh, by the way. I nearly forgot to ask your name, sir… What is it?”

Leonard Churchill glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then said lightly, “Sunny.”

Upon hearing this name, Vera Williams’ pupils shrank instantly.

Yet she managed to suppress her surprise, not letting it show on her face, as she had already heard it before.

She still thought it might be a coincidence.

“That is indeed a rare name,” she said with a smile, then casually inquired, “Mr. Sunny, where do you come from?”

She was really curious to know the origins of such an unusual name.

Many strange names have regional connotations.

Maybe she could find out where in the Federation her own pen pal was likely located.

Leonard Churchill looked at Miss Vera Williams and didn’t plan to beat around the bush.

Since she had sent someone to deliver the letter to him, she surely wanted to meet him.

After all, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t see anyone.

So without wasting any time, he went straight to the point and said, “I received Miss Williams’s letter. Then I came here.”

Thinking that the [Super Spacetime Postage Stamp] was hers, she should be able to guess.

However, Vera Williams didn’t know!

As soon as he said this, the surprise in the young girl’s eyes was no longer containable as she looked at Leonard Churchill, “You…”

Sam, the guard, watching his young mistress’s expression, was also puzzled.

Leonard Churchill thought she might be in disbelief at his current unkempt appearance and continued, “I received your letter. But something small went wrong…”

He thought that a Disaster Object like the [Super Spacetime Postage Stamp] was best kept secret from others.

Vera Williams heard this and wondered, could it be her own pen pal who had received the letter?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Unable to contain the surprise and shock welling inside her, she questioned urgently, “You… You are Mr. Sunny?”

But as soon as the words came out in her Chinese accent, she realized something was wrong.

The letter had clearly not been sent out, so how could the person have arrived?

And thinking back to her aunt’s words, if somebody had ill intentions, might they have seen her letters… even though she always carried them with her, what if?

Vera Williams, at this thought, instantly harbored doubts about the stranger before her.

It wasn’t that she intended to maliciously speculate about a person who just saved her life.

It was just that she was too hopeful.

Hope did not allow for disappointment.

Should she find out that her greatest secret had been peeped at, that someone had impersonated the esteemed and friendly “Mr. Sunny,” she would feel very, very angry!

Vera Williams’s eyes darted as she tested, “Sir, you… You’re saying you received my letter?”

“???”

Leonard Churchill, hearing this, blinked as well.