My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 708 We Should Leave Now

When it came to styling our hair, time was our enemy. With Troy's performance and the host interaction lasting no

more than ten minutes, it was a race against the clock to get ready. Our current hairstyles just wouldn't cut it for

the stage.

Emma stepped in with a decisive suggestion. "Renee should go with those long curls. She's got the figure for it, and

with her hair cascading down her back, she'll look stunning. May and Serene can stick to their straight black hair,

but having two people with the same hairstyle won't make them stand out. Serene can try braiding two plaits and

add blue and purple ribbons for a distinctive touch. It'll be a departure from her usual look, and who knows, it might

impress Ian. As for Eve, her cute hairstyle should work just fine."

Serene chuckled. "It's not like I'm dressing up for Ian."

"But you can still surprise him! Men love seeing a different side of their partner. It adds some freshness to the

relationship. Let me weave those braids for you now," Emma persisted.

Serene commented, "You're still so young, yet you talk like a wise old soul. Where do you come up with these weird

ideas?"

Emma smirked. "I guess I'm self-taught."

Among us, Emma was the master at matchmaking. She had a clear vision and always knew what needed to be

done.

Most of all, she had a warm heart and genuinely wanted everyone to be happy.

Emma was a smart, kind, and caring little scientist—an admirable girl envied by all.

A few minutes later, Troy's performance came to an end, and the host engaged the audience. With Serene's braids

done, we touched up our lipstick and headed downstairs.

In the living room, Kevin and the others were still present. Upon seeing us, Kevin generously praised, "Ladies, all of

you look stunning today!"

Christopher was already in the living room by that time.

Emma asked him, "Where are the people you invited?"

"I'll go get them once you guys are ready to go," he replied.

Emma winked at Christopher and followed us out. The five of us stood behind the stage in our sportswear while

awaiting the host's cue. Two minutes later, we were informed that it was our turn to go on stage. Stepping into the

spotlight, we prepared ourselves. I was still mentally rehearsing the dance moves.

The host addressed the audience, "Do you all recognize these ladies?"

Cheers erupted from the crowd as people shouted out our names.

Mainly mine and May's...

"Mrs. Xenos, Mrs. Larson!" the crowd called out.

In their eyes, they first recognized Shawn and Alfred, followed by their partners, Mrs. Xenos and Mrs. Larson. Only

later would they come to know us by our names. Whether it was lucky or not, it didn't matter much at that moment.

What truly mattered was the message we aimed to convey to the men's hearts.

...

Shawn and Alfred were deep in discussion in the room, and they planned to leave Bryxton in a couple of minutes.

They both understood the dangers that lay ahead on this journey.

Alfred took a sip of tea and voiced his concerns, "The main issue is that we have no information about Ezekiel

Hastings. He's the biggest wild card. If he's involved... our chances of getting out of this unscathed are slim."

Shawn calmly suggested, "We should factor him into our plans and be ready for the worst. In the short term, we

need to keep Mrs. Xenos and your loved one safe in the villa. If we—"

Alfred interrupted, "Are you being pessimistic?"

Shawn lowered his gaze as he recalled memories of Ezekiel from years ago.

That man's personality…

"Alfred, we've known him for a long time, and you're well aware of his nature. If it's truly him... we won't have a

chance to escape in the short term. We might find ourselves in a quagmire."

Alfred agreed somberly, "If it is him, his goal is to make us vanish from this world. There are two ways he could

achieve that: kidnapping us and keeping us imprisoned for life or completely erasing us. However, his current

capabilities can't accomplish that, so he'll resort to dirty tricks. Remember how he forcibly took my parents and

Abigail from Iceland, as well as the parents of the Gants, and the daughter of Leon and Francesca? Not to mention

your elite youth class… For now, Emma should still be safe among them. But if we don't respond to their actions,

their next targets will be Mrs. Xenos and Mrs. Larson. Despite all our precautions to protect these two women, we

can't withstand their patience forever. Unless we intervene personally, they'll continue looking for an opportunity to

strike."

Despite Shawn and Alfred's formidable ability to protect their wives throughout their lives, they couldn't ignore the

constant threat of surveillance, as they knew there might be moments of vulnerability.

While open attacks were manageable for them, guarding against hidden threats posed a real challenge.

Indefinitely shielding their loved ones from such dangers seemed impossible.

Nonetheless, Alfred's face remained calm and unworried as he remarked, "Resolving Ezekiel is secondary. The main

focus should be those dark characters surrounding him! Shawn, I believe you must have a plan."

In response, Shawn asked, "What plan?"

With a profound trust in Shawn, Alfred remarked, "We've known each other for many years, and you never engage

in a battle without confidence. If you're willing to venture into danger this time, I'm sure you've prepared thoroughly

and have full confidence. Even if it takes some time, I believe you'll come out unscathed in the end. So, I'm asking,

what about me?"

"Alfred, aren't you the same?" Shawn replied.

Suddenly, they exchanged a knowing smile.

In a showdown between masters, every move was deadly.

It was a delicate game of skill and strategy.

Both sides were cautiously testing each other.

Shawn preferred to take on the role of the hunter.

Just then, their intense moment was interrupted by a knock at the door, and they halted their discussion. Kevin's

voice came from outside. "Shawn, someone is looking for you."

Shawn got up and opened the door, asking, "Who?"

"It's Ray, and Mrs. Larson is also looking for Mr. Larson," Kevin replied.

Curious, Shawn and Alfred followed Kevin downstairs, where they noticed a group of women on the stage waiting

for the music to start dancing. Kevin pointed to the stage and said, "Your wives are over there."

As Shawn and Alfred turned their gaze toward the stage, they saw their wives gracefully moving to the rhythm. The

two of them were dressed in loose sports attire.

Their white outfits stood out the most.

In the spur of the moment, Alfred turned to Shawn and asked, "Can they really dance?"

After that, the five of them simultaneously took off their outer sports attire and revealed their alluring figures

underneath. On stage, the five women looked stunning.

As they started dancing, they exuded a captivating aura, mesmerizing every man in the audience. Christopher

couldn't take his eyes off his wife, Ian was equally captivated by his spouse, and even Troy, accustomed to girl

group performances, was mesmerized by his girlfriend.

Like blazing lights, burning flames, and surging waves, they captivated the hearts of the men who loved them.

Shawn suddenly remembered when Renee had mentioned taking dance classes. Back then, he hadn't paid much

attention, but now, seeing this scene unfold, he couldn't help but be captivated. Their movements were a perfect

blend of softness and power, executed with precision and a strong sense of rhythm. His eyes kept returning to the

tattoo on Renee's waist… It oddly resembled the letters "Shn." These were not the initials of their two children as he

initially thought.

It was the short form of his name, Shawn.

Amused, Shawn burst into laughter. "This girl..."

Alfred sarcastically mocked, "Are you so delighted because they're dancing? It's quite strange. Mrs. Larson seems

particularly beautiful today, and she dances with such a feeling. I remember now, she attended a music college, so

dancing comes naturally to her."

Shawn responded coldly, "Aren't you pleased?"

Hearing his response, Alfred found himself in an awkward situation.

"Shawn, shouldn't we leave now?"