Not a Bodyguard.
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.
oshua 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.”
Lucille remained silent.
Aside from being stubborn, she was also incredibly protective.
Yoshua’s face had been beaten blue and black. She couldn’t stand to see it. Thus, when she kicked. Timothy, she specifically decided to kick him in a vital spot. It hurt like hell at the moment, but it would hurt even more in the future.
The two of them walked to the entrance of the hotel. When they were about to get in a car and leave,
Samuel suddenly came.
His killing intent surged, as if he was a furious lion.
Lucille was a little confused. Then, she heard Samuel aggressively shouting at her in an unreasonable manner. “Lucille, you are so vicious! I know that you hate me for breaking off the engagement with you, but even if that’s the case, you can just come for me. Why did you have to target Joanne?”
“She’s not even 17 yet!”
Samuel’s voice was stern. In the end, he even raised his hand and slapped Lucille hard in the face.
Lucille’s eyes were cold. She didn’t try to evade.
Not a Bodyguard
The slap was intercepted in midair.
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