Chapter 567



The sight was like a punch to the gut. Kallie gasped, unable to stifle her shock. In an instant, the door flew open. A bodyguard stormed in, his eyes blazing. Without a word, he grabbed the girl’s wrist, yanking her away.

Panic flashed across the girl’s face. Her eyes went wide with terror as she tried to resist, gesturing frantically. She couldn’t speak. She could only struggle, her silent pleas twisting into a heartbreaking cry.

The bodyguard didn’t hesitate, dragging the girl out of the room. The girl’s muffled cries grew desperate, and Kallie’s blood ran cold. She realized just how dire the situation was. Leaping to her feet, she rushed after them, heart racing, as she tried to stop the bodyguard from taking the girl away.

The bodyguard didn’t release his hold on the girl. He turned to glare at Kallie, his eyes icy with murderous intent.

“Miss Nixon, remember that you are a guest here. It’s crucial you understand our rules. This girl violated them and needs to be removed.”

Kallie shook her head. “It wasn’t her fault. I was the one who pulled off her mask. She’s innocent.”

The bodyguard’s smile became colder. “Does it matter? She was careless. Her death is trivial and won’t tie back to you.”

Chills ran down Kallie’s spine. To him, human life was no more than dirt. Her look hardened. Clutching her stomach, she countered, “Your boss invited me here for a reason. If you take her, it’ll upset me. My distress could affect my unborn child. Are you ready to face those repercussions?”

The bodyguard paused, unsure how to react.

Meanwhile, the girl, overwhelmed with fear, bit the bodyguard’s hand hard.

Enraged, the bodyguard retaliated with several harsh slaps.

Kallie observed this in dismay.

As chaos ensued, a stern voice cut through the noise. “What’s happening here? Did you forget what the boss said? Miss Nixon is our guest!”

The young man who had been maneuvering the wheelchair earlier now stepped forward.

Unknown to the others, he had been observing from the doorway. His gaze, icy and detached, unnerved Kallie particularly.

Upon the young man’s arrival, the bodyguard let go of the girl’s hand. He bowed and addressed the young man respectfully, “Sir.”

Kallie’s eyebrows shot up at the shift in the bodyguard’s demeanor. Could this young man be related to the elderly man, perhaps his son?

The young man, Griffin Perry, gestured for the bodyguards to depart and offered Kallie a slight smile and an extended hand. “Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Griffin Perry, responsible for overseeing the servants here.”

A memory of the girl’s disfigured mouth flashed through Kallie’s mind, filling her with revulsion. She asked, “Did you decide to silence the staff here?”

Griffin cleared his throat lightly and responded, “Miss Nixon, you are surely mistaken. Our practices aren’t cruel.”

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