What’s going on?
Why is the bodyguard still here?!
According to the plan, she should have been beaten until bleeding and passed out by Zack Ginger pretending to be drunk!
The floral fragrance in the air has mixed with a drug, inhaling it makes one’s limbs weak and eventually falls into a deep slumber, the process feels like being tired and sleepy, as if one just wants to sleep, and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
This bodyguard has clearly slled the floral fragrance all noon, why is he unfazed?!
"Boss Barnes, what’s wrong with Young Madam?"
"She might be tired and accidentally fell asleep on the sofa."
"Where’s Cora Ginger? She invites Young Madam over as a guest but does not show up to entertain her, it’s outrageous!"
"I called her over, but we had a minor disagreent just now, sorry for the neglect."
Peter Barnes, full of apologies, called Cora Ginger downstairs to accompany Isabella and Grace, while he discreetly disappeared.
Cora Ginger, with reddened eyes, spoke to Grace Watt: "Sleeping on the sofa is uncomfortable and can easily catch a cold. Grace, take Isabella to the guest room, she might be too tired and needs a good sleep."
Grace Watt nodded and carried Isabella Weaver in her arms, taking her to the second-floor guest room as instructed by Cora Ginger.
Then, Cora Ginger pulled Grace Watt outside, forcibly dragging her to chat in the first-floor living room, venting about the argunt she just had with Peter Barnes.
Everything seed reasonable, yet strangely peculiar.
Unbearably anxious, Peter Barnes, waited for a mont before he eagerly opened the door to the guest room and stepped inside.
"Isabella..."
His voice trembled slightly, but as soon as he shut the door, he seed to freeze instantly as if rapidly encased in ice, his heart nearly stopping!
Instead of Isabella Weaver on the bed, there was Harry Hunter, that living King Grim!
Heavy rain poured, ominous clouds gathered, the room darkened.
A streak of lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the room and casting light upon Harry Hunter’s cold, fierce face.
Thunder roared, Harry Hunter stood up, his tone sharp as Lord Inferno: "Peter Barnes, there are roads to heaven you don’t take, but you insist on entering the gates of hell. Today, I’ll give you a lift."
His overwhelming aura and icy presence provoked endless fear in Peter Barnes!
Involuntarily, he knelt down: "Young Master Hunter, spare ! It’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! It’s not related to , it’s all Cora Ginger’s idea!"
The door suddenly swung open, Grace Watt throwing Cora Ginger inside, clasping tightly onto her arms.
Cora Ginger scread: "It wasn’t ! Don’t listen to his nonsense! It was him who got lustful, forced and my brother to cooperate with him, and he planned to fra my brother afterward. Young Master Hunter, kill him! Hurry, kill him!"
Harry Hunter ignored them both, he went to the wardrobe in the room, opened the door, lifted Isabella Weaver out, speaking softly: "If you dare put yourself in danger again, without telling , I’ll be angry."
"Didn’t you already know? I just knew Grace wouldn’t keep it secret for . And, don’t think I don’t know you peek at my phone. Hmph!"
Harry Hunter’s formidable aura suddenly weakened; she knew everything!
"I’m just worried about you being disadvantaged, and since you wouldn’t tell , I had no choice but to sneak a peek at your phone."
He stood beside Isabella Weaver, facing Cora Ginger and Peter Barnes, speaking calmly: "You decide how to handle them, I won’t interfere, is that good enough?"
"Alright."
Isabella Weaver nodded, she also hoped to resolve this matter herself.
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