Her Fault
Having figured it out, Joanne did not want to go home anymore. She tugged at Samuel’s sleeve and shouted, “I think Zoey’s right, Samuel. It’s that b*tch Lucille’s fault that I got injured. I should ask her to be my slave to make up for it!”
“Joanne, don’t kick up a fuss. It’s more important that you recover,” he warned.
“No, no!”
Joanne shook Samuel’s arm and whined, “I’m injured so badly, Samuel. Don’t you feel sorry for me at all? Besides, I just want Lucille to do something for me. It’s not like I’m hurting her. With how reluctant you are, it almost seems like you still care about Lucille.”
That last sentence caused several people, including Zoey, to
stare at Samuel.
There was an inquisitive look in everyone’s eyes.
Samuel could not help but shake his head.
He still cared about Lucille?
Hmph. What a joke!
Samuel immediately replied, “Okay.”
Then, he ordered his two bodyguards to bring Lucille over.
After thinking about it, Samuel felt that two were not enough, so he instructed, “Take a few more people with you. If Lucille
doesn’t cooperate, tie her up for me.”
“Yes, sir!”
The bodyguards answered and were about to leave.
However, at that moment, everyone suddenly heard a calm and
emotionless voice from outside the door.
“Why are you tying my sister up?”
It was Bernard.
The moment Zoey saw Bernard, she couldn’t help but be stunned. Then, she forced a flattering smile and asked, “B- Bernard? Why are you in the Talforrd Village?”
Bernard’s gaze didn’t waver and he went straight inside. Then, he stopped a few steps away from Samuel.
“You’re not the only one with a younger sister, Mr. Samuel,” he
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