Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 162

“Grandmaster, please! We’re begging you! Please spare our lives!”

The men began groveling even more to the point that they began smashing their foreheads against the floor, causing their heads to bleed

At that moment, a phone’s ringtone cut through the atmosphere.

Bernard picked up the ringing phone casually. When he saw the caller ID, a hint of warmth surfaced on his cold–looking face.

He parted his thin lips to utter, “Keep it down.”

The three men grasped onto the final line of hope, thinking that they could still reverse the situation. They looked up at Bernard eagerly, waiting for his next line.

Little did they know that Bernard was talking to the bodyguards this whole time.

The bodyguards paired up immediately and approached the men. One person was in charge of covering his target’s mouth and strangling him, while the other took on the responsibility of crippling said target.

so much pain that they couldn’t utter

the call. “Sweetle, are you coming

Bernard’s affectionate nickname for Hera being spoken in such a gentle manner. He shuddered immediately and lost control of himself

really the cold and ruthless grandmaster of Astral Nova?

earth was the one

from the intense pain

left feeling

could remind Bemard to keep up his

she heard Bernard’s voice. For some reason, it

then, she was still living with the Killians. “Sweetie” was Bernard’s favorite nickname for

after regaining her senses. “I just wanted to remind you to take your meals regularly. Don’t forget your

thought you missed me,” Bernard replied while

his own target, who crumpled to the floor

the other end of

truth was, she was a little worried about Bernard’s injury.

you at home?” She could hear the thud coming from Bernard’s end of the

alone here. Right, Tiramisu’s with

say the least. Were they not supposed

with the food. You have to pay attention to the doorbell, alright?”