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.

in so much pain that they couldn’t utter a sound. Darkness swam around their

that moment, Bernard answered the call. “Sweetle, are you coming home

target up, happened to overheat Bernard’s affectionate nickname for Hera being spoken in such a

and

was the one calling

the spot from the intense pain after letting

was left feeling

he could remind Bemard to keep up his intimidating

other hand, Hera’s breath was lodged in her throat the moment she heard Bernard’s voice. For some

11 years ago. Back then, she was

business yet,” H Hera replied after regaining her senses. “I just wanted to remind you to take your meals regularly.

you missed me,” Bernard replied

up knocking out his own target, who crumpled to the floor with

on the other end

was a little worried about

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

Tiramisu’s with

and the bodyguards were speechless, to say the least.

The server will arrive soon with the food. You