Chapter 390
As night descended, there was a commotion at the Nicholson Villa as the entrance door was busted down. Then, Gloria and her bodyguards from the Nicholson Family barged in pompously. Two men, who were more than six feet tall, were eye–catching. The two guards shared some resemblance, and the muscles on their bodies were chiseled like rock cliffs. They stood there like two huge mountains that evoked fear.
“Dahlia Nicholson! Get out right now!” Gloria yelled at the top of her lungs when she stepped foot in the house. Her face was still bruised from Dustin’s beating in the morning, looking terrifying, especially with the awful scowl.
“Oh! If it isn’t Madam Gloria? What brings you here?” Florence emerged from the kitchen but jumped at the sight of the entourage.
“I’m asking you now. Where are Dahlia and Dustin?” Gloria hissed through gritted teeth.
“They haven’t been back since the morning. I have no idea where they went!” Florence replied
meekly.
“You have no idea? Are you trying to hide them?!” A woman with a bandaged face made her way
out of the crowd.
Florence was taken aback by the figure, whom she failed to recognize. “Um, who are you?”
“I’m Dakota!” The woman in bandages yelled.
“Oh, it’s Dakota! What happened to your face? How did you get injured this badly?” Florence was
shocked by the extent of Dakota’s injuries. One couldn’t tell her nose apart from her mouth, and it was harder to recognize her as she was all wrapped up in bandages.
“How dare you ask me that question? It’s all thanks to your dearest daughter and son–in–law! They made me look like this!” Dakota grimaced. She was born pretty and used her looks to her
advantage, given that she was relatively talentless in other fields.
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