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

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

spoken in such a gentle manner. He shuddered immediately and lost control of himself for

and ruthless grandmaster

earth was the one calling

the intense pain after letting out a few

left feeling speechless

could remind Bemard to keep up his intimidating front as

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

last called her “sweetle” 11 years ago. Back then, she was still

replied after regaining her senses. “I just wanted to remind you to take your meals regularly.

missed me,” Bernard replied while

up knocking out his own target, who crumpled to the floor with a loud thud.

the other end of the line.

was, she was a little

hear the thud coming from Bernard’s end

here. Right, Tiramisu’s with me too,” Bernard

the least. Were they not

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