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.

the men. The poor men were in so much pain that they couldn’t utter a sound. Darkness swam around their vision, threatening to

that moment, Bernard answered the call. “Sweetle, are

overheat Bernard’s affectionate nickname for Hera being spoken in

really the cold and ruthless grandmaster of Astral

on earth was the

the intense pain after letting out a

Samson was left feeling speechless and awkward.

to keep up his intimidating front as the grandmaster of Astral Nova….

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

11 years ago. Back then, she was still living with the

with my business yet,” H Hera replied after regaining her senses. “I just wanted

missed me,” Bernard replied while sounding

shuddered at the response. He ended up knocking out his own target, who crumpled to the floor

say anything on the other end of

a little worried

home?” She could hear the thud coming from

Right, Tiramisu’s with me too,” Bernard

to say the least. Were they not

you. The server will arrive soon with the food. You have to pay attention to