Bruce glanced at the bank card and scoffed.

"How do I know if this card has five million? I want cash!"

Hera replied, "You guys can go check."

"It takes at least an hour to get to town and another hour back. By the time we return, who knows where you'll have run off to?" sneered one of the thugs, a rat-faced man. Hera stayed silent.

"Can't you send one person while the rest wait here?" Everly suggested.

"No way. Besides Bruce, none of us have a driver's license."

Hera silently questioned why they suddenly cared about obeying the law.

"What do you want?" Hera asked coldly, her eyes locked on Bruce.

She knew they were just stalling.

"The deadline's passed, and you haven't got the cash. I'll have to take something from her to settle the score."

Bruce pointed his machete threateningly at Catherine. The blade glinted menacingly.

"You!"

tightened his grip on his kitchen

Hera's gaze darkened.

debt. You're here to

bullshit. Hand over that

swung his machete, turning the standoff into a direct

crash, and a black-clad figure dropped from above. In an instant, he pinned Bruce to the

bodyguards in black

knife at the ready, Wayne stood guard in front of

watched with wary eyes as the bodyguards took control

apologize for being

he addressed

glanced at the

away and find out

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

leaving the living room in peace. Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera

the bed and helped Catherine lay down. She then boiled some herbal supplements and brought them to

felt much better after drinking

"I'm fine now. You

with

her mouth to protest, Hera interrupted, "Hear me out. I'm planning to open a medicinal clinic in

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