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

the call. “Sweetle, are

nickname for Hera being spoken in such a gentle manner. He shuddered immediately and lost control of himself for a moment, resulting in him almost killing the

this really the cold and

the one calling him?

on the spot from the intense pain after letting out a

was left feeling speechless

only he could remind Bemard to keep up his intimidating front as

her throat the moment she heard Bernard’s voice. For some reason, it managed

ago. Back then, she was still living with the Killians. “Sweetie” was Bernard’s

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

you missed me,” Bernard replied while

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

on the

was a little worried about Bernard’s

you at home?” She could hear the thud coming from

with me

and the bodyguards were speechless, to say the least. Were they not supposed to exist?

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