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.

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

Bernard answered the call. “Sweetle,

being spoken in

this really the cold and ruthless grandmaster of Astral

the one calling him?

intense pain after letting out

Samson was left feeling

to keep up his

moment she heard Bernard’s voice. For some reason, it managed to strum her heartstrings.

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

H Hera replied after regaining her senses. “I just wanted to

you missed me,” Bernard replied while sounding pitiful.

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

anything on the other end of the

she was a little worried about Bernard’s

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

with me too,” Bernard answered

the bodyguards were speechless, to say the

ordered food for you. The server will arrive soon with the food. You have to pay attention to the doorbell,