Chapter 4: It's quite a resemblance to her

The maid's eyes widened in sudden horror and she lost her voice in shock.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open from outside.

Several bodyguards were the first to enter and stood in the doorway, bowing their heads in greeting.

The tall shadow of the man was reflected on the ground. Reginald stretched his slender legs and stepped into Hyacinth Garden expressionlessly. Just a few steps out, a black shadow fell from the sky.

The bodyguards immediately drew the guns from their belts and rushed over.

Reginald subconsciously raised his hand, and the skinny girl landed in the crook of his arm, and the impact caused him to take a slight step backward, and his coat flipped over, making an arc in mid-air.

Petals fell from the fence.

He lowered his head, his gaze grimly looking at the person in his arms, only to see the girl in a thin nightgown, just shrinking in front of his chest, not a bit of the shock of falling from the air could be seen on her clean face, and her almond-like eyes were staring at him dumbfounded.

She was biting her nails, and her thumbnails were all pitted.

"Oi oi oi, my little ancestor! You're a sick one, that's not how you play on a swing!"

The two maids ran out of the building in a panic. Seeing Reginald there, the two of them turned pale with fear and stood there trembling, "Young, young master."

"......"

Heloise bites her nails quietly and nicely.

She wasn't sick.

It's just that, before she was sure what her intention was for being picked up out of BlueWolf Mountain, in order to survive, she had to show a little bit of symptoms.

Otherwise, if the ruthless and brutal young Master Mr. Wordsworth that they talked about saw through that she was faking illness. Who knows what a tragic end she would be given?

After three years in the slum, she knew better than anyone how to survive.

But it was strange that Reginald actually hugged her, and even if he did, he didn't throw her on the ground immediately.

She was prepared to fall to the ground and break a bone.

"Is this how you take care of people?"

A grim, unpleasant voice sounded above Heloise's head.

In the next second, Reginald lifted his leg and kicked one of the maids over on the ground, his eyes sinister and violent to the extreme.

The maid fell to the ground and didn't dare to get up, nor did she dare to push back, she could only desperately apologize, "I'm sorry young master, I'm sorry, it's all because of our dereliction of duty."

"Don't let me see these two useless types of trash again!"

Reginald's every word dripped with revulsion.

"Yes, I'll immediately dismiss the two of them."

A voice rang out from the side.

Heloise remembers the voice, it's Ben or something.

Reginald withdrew his gaze with a sullen face and walked inside with Heloise in his arms.

Ben looked at Reginald's cold back and turned his eyes to a group of bodyguards, "In the future, when Mr. Wordsworth comes over, you guys will be guarding here, no need to go into the building to serve."

"Yes."

The bodyguards answered in unison, deafening.

Heloise heard this with a sharp ear.

When Mr. Wordsworth comes over later ......

So, would she be kept housed here? Why? What on earth would the president of a major conglomerate want with her, a psychotic?

Heloise bites her nails in puzzlement.

Reginald carried her into the building and placed her on the couch in the hall, taking a seat across from her on the side table by lifting up his coat.

It was only then that Heloise realized that he had a lifelike deer head tattooed between the thumb and the index finger of his right hand.

Obviously, the deer was the tamest animal, but it looked fierce and unassailable against his bronzed skin.

One of his slender hands pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head for his scrutiny.

His off-gray, alien eyes stared straight at her, sinister and devoid of any goodwill.

Heloise remained paralyzed, not daring to show any emotion.

It wasn't until her jaw was on the verge of being crushed that Reginald finally released her, his voice sinking, "It's quite a resemblance to her."

Like her?

Who?

An enemy? Or an old flame?