NovelEnglishBruce glanced at the bank card and scoffed.
"How do I know if this card has five million? I want cash!" Hera replied, "You guys can go check." "It takes at least an hour to get to town and another hour back. By the twe return, who knows where you'll have run off to?" sneered one of the thugs, a rat-faced man. Hera stayed silent.
"Can't you send one person while the rest wait here?" Everly suggested.
"No way. Besides Bruce, none of us have a driver's license." Hera silently questioned why they suddenly cared about obeying the law.
"What do you want?" Hera asked coldly, her eyes locked on Bruce.
She knew they were just stalling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"The deadline's passed, and you haven't got the cash. I'll have to take something from her to settle the score." Bruce pointed his machete threateningly at Catherine. The blade glinted menacingly.
"You!" Wayne tightened his grip on his kitchen knife.
Hera's gaze darkened.
"So, you're not here to collect a debt. You're here to kill somebody, aren't you?" "Enough bullshit. Hand over that old hag!" Bruce bellowed.
He swung his machete, turning the standoff into a direct confrontation.
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the ceiling with a loud crash, and a black-clad figure dropped from above. In an instant, he pinned Bruce to the ground.
At the stime, a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst in, swiftly subduing the remaining thugs.
Hera shielded Catherine and moved her to the side. With his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne stood guard in front of Everly, who was now free.
He watched with wary eyes as the bodyguards took control of the situation.
"Ms. Youngworth, we apologize for being late." The lead bodyguard approached Hera and removed his sunglasses as he addressed her respectfully. Hera recognized him as one of Bernard's bodyguards.
She nodded and glanced at the subdued thugs.
"Take them away and find out who's behind this." "Yes, Ms. Youngworth." The thugs were swiftly taken away, leaving the living room in peace. Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera helped Catherine, who was shaken up, back to her room to rest.
The room was in disarray, so Hera cleared the bed and helped Catherine lay down. She then boiled sherbal supplements and brought them to her.
Catherine felt much better after drinking it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe said, "I'm fine now. You should go." "You're coming with me," Hera insisted.
When Catherine opened her mouth to protest, Hera interrupted, "Hearout. I'm planning to open a medicinal clinic in Jedburgh, and I need your help." Catherine's initial refusal got caught in her throat.
Hera knew Catherine well and understood that a simple request to move to Jedburgh would be met with е resistance. However, framing it as a request for help would make it harder for Catherine to refuse. Catherine didn't agree to it immediately. Instead, she asked, "You're still not going to give up, are you?" Hera nodded.
"Yes." "Oh, you're such a stubborn child." Catherine sighed helplessly.
Through tears and sweat, she had raised Hera. Their bond was unbreakable. Catherine would have agreed to go if Hera was merely opening a clinic. But if it was for revenge... "I won't go with you!"
Catherine sat up and resolutely said, "Forget about all this. Stay with the Everetts and embrace your role as a heiress. Stop meddling in their affairs. You have nothing to do with the Killian family anymore!" Like RICH WOMEN? X These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming these rich women will persue you.
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