NovelEnglish“You got any clue who our boss is? Scoot over, or you're gonna bite off more than you can chew! Don't think we're scared just
because you get numbers. We get backup around the corner!”
The threats coming out of these killers lost all their bite, sounding almost comical instead.
Astrid gave a playful slap on the backs of Parrish and Naylor, who were shielding her. “Heh, step aside boys, lethandle this.”
Parrish and Naylor shuffled to the side, and Astrid strutted forward two paces.
But then, the thugs in black suddenly bent over, straightening up to shout, "Mrs. CEO, good evening!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Astrid was at a loss for words.
The words were crisp and forceful, startling the evening birds perched in the trees into flight.
The killers were shaking in their boots.
Parrish cocked his head, “Astar, you've got sserious clout. Where did Mr. Lampard pick up these skills? Care to givea few
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“Stop talking nonsense,” Astrid chuckled as she glanced at the cowering killers and sauntered over, extending her hand to one of
them, “Hand it over.”
The killers, already cowed by the imposing bodyguards, whimpered, “Hand over... what?”
Astrid replied, “Your phone.”
The killers hesitated.
The bodyguards roared in unison, “The phone!”
“Alright, here's the phone,” the killers muttered, despairing. They had scoped the place earlier, and Astrid and Ehad no
bodyguards with them, which allowed them to blend in easily.
But how did so many bodyguards appear silently in one night?
There had to be a couple hundred of them. If it cto blows, they were dead meat.
A killer fumbled out his phone, trembling so much that it clattered to the ground. He quickly scooped it up and handed it over to
Astrid with both hands, “Here, for you.”
Astrid said, “Call Jay.”
The killer was shocked.
Bodyguards shouted an order, “Call Jay!”
With his heart pounding at the bodyguards’ shouts, the killer, eager to save his skin, dialed Jay's number.
Meanwhile, in the Lampard family mansion...
Jay paced the room, anxious for news. Just as his patience wore thin and he was about to check in, the killer's call cthrough.
He snatched up the phone, “Well? Did you do it?”
“Oh yes, it's been done!” Astrid’s voice, laced with mirth, cover the line.
A chill shot up Jay's spine.
His whole body went cold. As he was about to hang up, Astrid said, “Oh, don’t be so quick to hang up!”
“You've gone to a lot of trouble to takeout. But honestly, you're not cut out to be the villain with that brain of yours. | don't get
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwhy the Lampard family follows you. Is it just for money?”
Jay darkened his face, seething his voice, “Astrid, don’t get too smug. You won't be laughing for long! You think you and Ewill
end up together? Lettell you, it's doomed! Do you even know the truth behind your mother's death? Do you think the Lampard
family and the Brooke family are just strangers? When the whole truth comes out, you're going to loathe the man beside you!”
Listening to the tirade, Astrid turned to glance at the man by her side.
Elooked down at her, his eyes warm and reassuring.
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