Northern Border Commander

Loitragos, October. Late summer and early autumn, a drizzle falls, phoenix tree leaves fall, the cold wind rustles. Silverleaf Estates, Loitragos's most luxurious area, every inch of land is valuable. Malone family, a five-story villa, costs over a hundred million. A young man, standing on the balcony. Twenty-four or twenty-five years old, tall and handsome, his eyes profound like an abyss. Ten years of battles, traversing battlefields. Only one belief. To take Katie, to see a Sakura in March. And now, he returns to his homeland with full glory. His younger sister has already passed away in a car accident, no longer in this world. Calculating carefully, it has been over half a year since he married into the Malone family. However, memories still vividly appear in his mind from time to time. "If back then..." Forget it, there are no "ifs" in the world. Mitchell Durham shook his head. Just at this moment, a black BMW slowly entered the villa. Mitchell Durham glanced at it, his expression returned to normal, and immediately went downstairs. Inside the villa, after the BMW parked, a young man walked out from the driver's seat, dressed in a blue suit, handsome appearance. The young man personally opened the passenger door and made a gesture of invitation. Then, two slender and beautiful legs stepped out from the car, wrapped in black stockings, seven-centimeter high heels landing, making the legs even more remarkable. And then, a woman appeared, young, in her early twenties, dressed in a black OL professional attire, slim figure, elegant temperament. Vivienne Malone smiled slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Howard." "You're welcome, being able to escort our Loitragos's number one beauty is my honor," Bailey Howard confidently smiled, knowing how to make girls happy. "I'm back." An untimely voice appeared. Vivienne Malone turned around and saw Mitchell Durham walking over, her smile disappeared from her face. She would rather give her smile to other men than to Mitchell Durham, he doesn't deserve it. "Perfect timing, help me with the bag." Vivienne Malone commanded in a cold tone, ordering him like a slave. Mitchell Durham didn't say anything, walked over with a cold expression, and took the leather bag from Vivienne Malone's hand. "Vivienne, is this your husband?" Bailey Howard looked Mitchell Durham up and down, his gaze full of disdain. "Yes." Vivienne Malone glanced at Mitchell Durham, slightly nodded her head, not even bothering to introduce him. "It's better to see once than hear a hundred times. Nice to meet you." Bailey Howard shook hands with Mitchell Durham. "I heard that you married into the Malone family just to live off them?" Bailey Howard's tone changed, smilingly asking. "It's none of your business." Mitchell Durham said indifferently. "Can't say that, Miss Vivienne Malone is our Loitragos's number one beauty. I really can't bear to see her with such a boring person. It's really heartbreaking." Bailey Howard said teasingly. Mitchell Durham glanced at Vivienne Malone, she actually remained indifferent, letting another man mock her husband, as if she also thought the same way in her heart. Bailey Howard sneered a few times, just like the rumors outside, he really is a waste! "Miss Malone, this time I came back to the country specifically to bring you a gift, take a look." Bailey Howard opened the trunk and took out a gift box. After opening it, there was a foreign painting inside. "Wow, this is a world-famous painting, it's hard to get one!" Vivienne Malone was pleasantly surprised, a brilliant smile appearing on her face. "I know Miss Malone is knowledgeable, you will definitely like this painting. Although it's hard to get, as long as you like it." Bailey Howard said with a smug smile, provocatively looking at Mitchell Durham. As if saying, "Worthless, see? Vivienne Malone should be with someone who has taste like me." "But, this painting is too expensive, I can't accept it." Vivienne Malone refused. "Since it's a gift from someone with good intentions, you shouldn't reject it." Mitchell Durham said proactively, grabbing the masterpiece directly into his hands. Vivienne Malone glared at Mitchell Durham, icy cold. Having a man give her gifts and not being angry was one thing, but even accepting it on her own accord, she had never seen such a shameful act in her life! "Heh, Miss Malone, your husband has already accepted it for you, don't be polite." Bailey Howard said proudly. However, at this moment, his gaze froze, staring at Mitchell Durham in disbelief. This guy, after snatching the painting, actually used it to wipe his snot fiercely! "What the f***..." This is a million-dollar masterpiece, created by a master, he spent so much effort to buy it. "The paper is too stiff, not as comfortable as a napkin." Mitchell Durham shook his head disdainfully. Bailey Howard's head felt congested, trembling with anger. A world-class masterpiece was used as a tissue by him, and he even said it wasn't comfortable as a napkin. This guy did it on purpose, right? Vivienne Malone was also caught off guard, her eyes staring at Mitchell Durham as if she wanted to devour him. She tried her best to take a deep breath, preventing herself from losing control in front of others. She thought that when Mitchell Durham accepted the painting, it was because he had never seen the world, but unexpectedly, he casually ruined it, making Vivienne Malone feel even more embarrassed in front of Bailey Howard. This waste had completely lost her face. Mitchell Durham's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened, crumpling the painting into a ball and throwing it into the trash can."You trash, how dare you defile the painting I gave to Miss Malone!" Bailey Howard couldn't help but angrily shout. "Since you gave it to my wife, as Vivienne Malone's husband, I have the right to dispose of this painting as I please, no problem, right?" Mitchell Durham asked calmly. "You!" Bailey Howard almost spewed blood in anger, pointing his finger at Mitchell Durham, veins bulging on his neck. "No wonder you married into the Malone family, you are just a useless piece of garbage. You have no idea about the value and background of this painting. Someone like you is not worthy of being with Vivienne Malone!" "Dormirong's work is worth at least a million. Compared to true masterpieces, it can only be considered garbage," Mitchell Durham said calmly. Bailey Howard was stunned. This guy didn't even open the painting, yet he knew it was Dormirong's work? Vivienne Malone was also surprised. She thought Mitchell Durham was illiterate, but she didn't expect him to know the origin of this painting. However, Mitchell Durham's attitude was too arrogant! Dormirong is recognized as a master around the world. Mitchell Durham actually called him garbage, not afraid to speak so boldly. "Wife, if you like calligraphy and painting, I will give you Leif Wu's work tomorrow," Mitchell Durham said to Vivienne Malone. "Mitchell Durham!!!" Vivienne Malone suppressed her anger and coldly shouted. She couldn't tolerate it anymore. Wasn't it embarrassing enough to ruin a million-dollar painting? Now he was shamelessly saying that Dormirong was garbage. And now, he was bragging about giving her Leif Wu's work. Who even knows the origin of Leif Wu's work? He was a master that shook the global art world, revered as a contemporary sage. This kind of person is already like a myth, with only a few people having seen his true appearance since becoming famous. As for his works, there is only one that has been passed down. Mitchell Durham saying he would give her Leif Wu's work, speaking as casually as ordering food, shows that he has no idea how ridiculous his words are. Even if he wanted to show some face in front of Bailey Howard, he wouldn't blow such an implausible trumpet, only making her lose face as well. "You, now, immediately, get out of here!" Vivienne Malone stomped her high heels forcefully, her shoulders trembling with anger. "Alright." Mitchell Durham nodded, then glanced at Bailey Howard and said, "Regardless of whether I deserve to be with Vivienne Malone or not, I am her husband now." After speaking, Mitchell Durham took Vivienne Malone's bag and went back inside. Bailey Howard's eyes were full of murderous intent. He had actually been ridiculed by a useless person who married into the family. "Vivienne, look at the way he is, what qualifications does he have to compare with me? He's just trash. If you want to, you can be with me directly, isn't that better than this waste?" Bailey Howard said excitedly. Vivienne Malone frowned, "Mr. Howard, please watch your words." Even if Mitchell Durham is useless, he is now her husband. By insulting Mitchell Durham as trash, where does that put her, Vivienne Malone? "I'm sorry, I spoke out of line." Bailey Howard realized his mistake and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry for damaging the painting you gave me. Also, I only consider you a friend, as for any other kind of relationship, it's absolutely impossible," Vivienne Malone said, then turned and walked towards the house, leaving Bailey Howard with only a sexy back view. "Vivienne Malone, if you don't be with me, you won't be able to protect the Malone family," Bailey Howard angrily said, then got into the car and left. In the luxurious living room, Vivienne Malone sat on the sofa, still full of anger. "If you want to prove your abilities, don't just brag, prove it with your actions," Vivienne Malone scolded, filled with complaints. Dario Ramos? Mitchell Durham's expression turned cold as he glanced at the TV. A man in military attire sat at the country's gate, full of confidence. Three years ago, the man who bowed before him had become the God of War who defeated the Drecock Empire and established his dominance at the place. Mitchell Durham couldn't help but show a hint of self-deprecating smile. Fate plays its tricks! When did he, Mitchell Durham, fall to the point of being compared to Dario Ramos? Who knows if Dario Ramos would have the courage to accept his words? But Mitchell Durham only listened and didn't say much. He had promised her father to marry into the Malone family in gratitude for saving his life. He would protect Vivienne Malone and the Malone family. Other than that, he had no connection to anything else. The past was like dissipating smoke and clouds. Seeing Mitchell Durham remain silent, Vivienne Malone, feeling that he looked pitiful, didn't bother saying more. "Come and give me a foot massage!" she coldly ordered, lifting her feet and placing them in front of Mitchell Durham. Mitchell Durham sat on a small stool, gently taking off her black high heels. There was no stench, only a faint fragrance. Using his fingers and professional technique, Mitchell Durham pressed the acupoints on Vivienne Malone's soles. Vivienne Malone let out a soft moan, feeling a sense of relaxation as her exhaustion faded away.Micro closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the family will hold a banquet. Everyone will attend, including some important people from this city." "After my parents passed away, Uncle and his group have long been eyeing the family property. With Grandfather still around, they would have been deterred." "But half a year ago, Grandfather also left. Now, Uncle and the others have no restraints. Who knows what trouble they will cause tomorrow." "Tomorrow, I'll go with you. With me there, no one dares to act recklessly," said Mitchell Durham casually. Vivienne Malone gave a cold smile. "We didn't have a wedding ceremony at the time, and many people haven't seen you before. If you go tomorrow, won't you be ridiculed to death?" "Not going will only make people laugh even more," Mitchell Durham said calmly. "Whatever, we'll meet sooner or later. Just don't embarrass me," Vivienne Malone warned. Mitchell Durham didn't take it seriously. Three years ago, he wore white robes, commanded a million-strong army in the borderlands, and possessed unmatched power that shook the heavens and tens of thousands of realms. He was hailed as the God of War, unparalleled in the world. Tell me, who would dare ridicule him at a family banquet?