Not a Bodyguard
The door of the storeroom was kicked open.
Timothy looked over with a hopeful expression. However, the person who had entered was not a bodyguard, but the expressionless Lucille.
He was done for.
When Lucille walked into the storage room, she saw that Yoshua was beating Timothy violently. The sound of his fists hitting flesh was muffled and firm.
There was the faint sound of bones breaking.
Timothy was beaten so hard that he almost puked. He had no strength to fight back.
Lucille raised an eyebrow and did not stop him.
Yoshua didn’t stop until Timothy was beaten to the brink of death.
He took the brocade box back from Timothy’s pocket and icily threw it into the trash can.
After getting touched by Timothy’s dirty hands, it wasn’t worthy of being a gift for Lucille.
Yoshua turned around and walked out with a gloomy face. He didn’t hesitate at all.
Despite that, when he passed by Lucille, he held her wrist as if she was his child.
“Yoshua,” Lucille suddenly called out. “Give me a second,”
After that, Lucille broke free from his grasp. She turned around and returned to the storage room. She then gave Timothy, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, a hard kick.
“Okay. We can go now.”
Lucille’s tone was indifferent.
Yoshua was stunned, and there was a glint in his eyes. He smiled and patted Lucille’s hair while dotingly saying, “You are indeed my sister.”
Samuel’s voice was stern. In the end, he even raised his hand and slapped Lucille hard in the face.
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