Meanwhile, at the Box family mansion in Mistloren.
Darryl felt like he had been in a very long dream. After a while, he woke up with an excruciating headache.
'F*ck, Laura Hanson is too vicious.’
She had snuck up and attacked him. The attack almost cost him his life. She had also whipped him so many times—Darryl's entire body was covered in injuries. When he left the Box family ancestral hall, he had already passed out.
As he silently cursed her, Darryl opened his eyes and realized that he was on a bed in a room in the mansion.
Tiffany Box sat on the chair beside the bed;
she was in a long dress. She crossed her legs in a pose that showed off her delicate curves.
However, her expressions were a mix of playfulness and conflict.
"You're awake?” Tiffany asked gently. Then, she stood up and slowly walked toward the bed. She teased him. "Not bad, your body is pretty strong. You're not dead yet even after such heavy injuries.”
Darryl did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Maybe I have a tough body."
Then, he asked subconsciously, "By the way, what's the situation at the ancestral hall?"
Darryl regretted the moment he asked it.
'F*ck! I'm just an unimportant bodyguard. I should not have been there at the ancestral hall that night. How am I going to explain myself later?’
Sure enough, Tiffany's eyes flashed. She put her hands on her hips as she looked at Darryl. "Now that you’ve mentioned it, weren't you supposed to be at school copying textbooks that night? Why were you at our ancestral hall? Be honest."
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