From Secret Wife to Queen of Her World by Anonymous

Chapter 267 Hazel, I Am Your Father

Upstairs at this moment, it feels as if the whole world has come to a standstill.

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Keegan and his daughter were gagged and not allowed to leave the room. They were just thrown into a nearby dog cage to prevent them from screaming everywhere.

The downstairs bodyguard seemed to have received instructions from above, as he opened the gate after Hazel got off the car.

Just as Johnson and the others were about to enter, someone reached out and stopped them.

The man, who had anticipated it earlier, raised his right hand and beckoned forward. The person behind him immediately raised the object in their hand and aimed it at the doorman at the entrance. Obviously, the people who can come out are not vegetarians.

The atmosphere

atmosphere between the two parties, like a spring stretched to its limit, instantly became tense.

Intense and soundless fights kept happening under the cover of darkness. While exchanging punches and kicks, they all avoided Hazel in front, afraid that she might get involved and get hurt.

The matters behind were unresolved, so Hazel was not in a hurry to go upstairs.

She stood tall in the darkness, looking up at the camera that suddenly turned to the side.

At this moment, before Johnson made a move, he was playing with a small object in his hand while observing the skills of the bodyguards across from him.

These people had sharp and piercing eyes, launched fierce attacks, just like wild beasts hunting, fast and accurate. At first glance, they were bodyguards protecting important figures in formal occasions. Compared to Johnson's men, whose moves seemed disorderly, the skills of these people faintly revealed traces of training, with each move bursting with absolute power.

Wolf Base."

"The skills of those people on the left side were the combat techniques regularly trained. at

"The people on the side were... (cannot be specified)... those who stepped back."

When Johnson pointed out the identities of these people, Hazel was also carefully observing their methods of attack.

If the person upstairs was Ricky, these skilled bodyguards wouldn't have come.

The most likely scenario is that the person who came to Los Angeles this time was Ivan.

But his identity was SO sensitive, if he really went to Los Angeles, wouldn't those people above not know?

"Let's go," Hazel turned around and continued walking.

The bodyguards fighting outside were the people guarding the courtyard.

There were still some people who did not take action standing at the door.

This time, they did not stop Johnson behind Hazel, along with the other henchmen.

It seemed as if the previous struggle was just a test.

Testing the abilities of the people around her, whether

they

were qualified enough to guard by her side.

I pushed open the door, and there was another group of people inside the room.

With a straight posture like a pine tree and a determined gaze like a mountain, as if a weapon that had

undergone countless trials and hardships, exuding a strong aura of solemnity and killing, standing together, it easily instilled fear in ordinary people.

They respectfully made way.

A calm voice came: "You all go out."

an eye,

all

had

retreated

to positions outside

the

door.

In the blink of

these people

already

slightly turned her head to Johnson and said, "Wait for me at

there was a painting of a pine tree growing on The

this scene exuded an aura of authority

she truly faced this person, a slight tremor still

steep cliff

afraid, just like the instinctive reaction of the weak when facing the strong, it makes people involuntarily want to

aura.

took a deep breath and walked straight behind

not hurry to turn around and look at her. His gaze remained focused on this

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with a trace of nostalgia flowing in

Neither of them spoke.

living room was silent, and everyone's breathing

was looking at the painting,

a

silent

force... the gravity

accumulated

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years.

I'm not mistaken, the man in front of me should be around fifty or sixty years old, but there is no trace

there flowed Instead,

the by

rulers

the Over

him was scrutinizing him; it had been

around, and a breathtakingly beautiful face

most inconspicuous part

made one's scalp tingle was the pair of

through the hidden secrets deep within a person's

Hazel

even

had he

not

completely

released

the

sense

oppression

of

from

his

body.

felt that

doubt that the man in front

he had already

spirits and resisted the influence of his

The

man's

eyes

flickered

with

a

faint

smile,

seemingly

very pleased

with

her

performance.

your mother ever mention why she named you

to the man's sudden question, Hazel's gaze carried an inexplicable

She said indifferently, "No."

the man was not angry either, just like an elder indulging a child's tantrums. In his deep black eyes, there was even a hint of

"You looked a lot

tone uttered

teeth clenched, and her eyes

man in front

in the painting behind him, telling the story of tenacious vitality. He stood

strong. And the look he had on her was

detested! The look in his eyes at that

voice stated, carrying the

him. Her naturally beautiful and round eyes were wide open at that moment, staring unwaveringly at the man in front of her. She asked in response, "Shouldn't I