However, the servants searched around the room, but they didn't find even a mosquito, not to mention a big living person.
Camilla's face darkened.
The old lady looked suspiciously at Camilla. "Camilla, did you really see it?"
Camilla hurriedly said, "I also heard about it."
The woman was also a little scared-she saw the man come in with her own eyes, how could he disappear into thin air?
She rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something. She quickly said, "Old Madam! I have cleaned up this courtyard. There is a small attic in this room!"
Sara's back stiffened.
When she opened the door at that time, she was immediately hugged by Simon. Before she could ask what was wrong with Simon, she felt Simon's boiling body temperature and heavy breath.
She was proficient in medicine, so she immediately understood that Simon had been drugged. She immediately couldn't care so much and directly used a silver needle to let Simon lie on the ground. When she was about to call someone to carry Simon away, she heard the sound outside. Although she didn't know what had happened at that moment, she instinctively told her that she should hide Simon.
But it was also a problem where to hide it and how to hide it.
Fortunately, she remembered that there was a small attic in this room, which would not be noticed at all, so she threw Simon up the attic with all her strength. After that, she was almost exhausted, and her voice was approaching again. She had no choice but to lie down on Hank's bed.
She thought this was the end of the matter, but this servant even knew about the existence of the attic!
Sara's hand, which was hidden under the quilt, clenched into a fist.
Camilla looked at her proudly and said, "Since there is an attic, let's go and have a look."
She immediately got up from the ground and said, "I'll go!"
She arrived at the edge of the pavilion in a few steps and was about to climb up when a cold wind blew past. Before everyone could react, She had already been kicked to the wall and cried out in pain.
Outside the house, the man wore an iron-gray windbreaker on his shoulder and held a burning cigarette between his fingers. At the moment when he slowly raised his head, his fierce eyes and brows were as sharp as arrows, but his voice was with a little smile, "When can anyone in my courtyard come?"
Everyone in the room was silent.
Bella, who had just kicked someone, slowly walked to the wall, picked up the female player who was still shouting and threw her out of the door.
It didn't look like throwing a person away. Instead, it was like throwing a bag of trash, which made everyone's heart beat faster.
Hank walked in slowly. He glanced at Sara and asked, "Are you scared?"
Sara shook his head subconsciously at first, then nodded his head. He looked like he was begging for mercy.
When Camilla saw this scene, he quickly said, "Master Hank, the reason why we came here is..."
"No matter what it is, I don't want to hear it. Now, get out of here." Hank smiled slightly. Her eyes were beautiful and beautiful, but there was a kind of chilling rage in them.
Camilla's face was pale.
Mrs. Bishop's face also darkened. "Cold, do you want me to get out of here too?"
Hank said without looking back, "Get out."
"..." Mrs. Bishop gritted her teeth in anger. "Hank! Don't forget..."
"Don't forget what?" Hank paused and said, "Old Madam, do you want to settle the matter with me now?"
Mrs. Bishop opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She stood on the ground with the crutch in her hand and said, "Let's go!"
Camilla: "But..."
-However, the old lady ignored him and left directly.
Camilla looked at the attic unwillingly, "Master Hank, don't you listen to the recording I gave you?!"
Hank looked at her quietly and said, "I said, get out."
Camilla shuddered and did not dare to say anything else. She left in a hurry.
Sara looked at Hank and opened his mouth. "Master Hank..."
Hank, however, said directly, "Bella, go and take Simon down."
"Yes," replied Bella.
*..." Sara bit his lower lip and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Hank. Even if she was an innocent victim in this matter, but... no one would believe her.
Soon after, Bella picked up the unconscious Simon and threw her on the ground. The sound of his body hitting the floor made people feel pain in their hearts, liver, lungs, and kidney. Simon was awakened by the pain, and she rubbed her forehead confusedly. After she figured out the situation, her face turned red and white, and the color of the palette plate was not so rich.
"Uncle..."
Hank sat in the chair. His eyes were sharp and his voice was cold. "I told you not to provoke Sara."
Simon said, "I... I don't know what happened, but I'm hot all over. I saw a whoosh in a daze... but I didn't faint for long..." He paused. "What's going on?"
After giving him an explanation, Simon's face suddenly became even more ugly. "You mean... someone drugged me?"
He nodded his head without any words.
Simon said incoherently, "I, I didn't do anything. I fainted when I saw the 'Phew'..."
Bella really couldn't stand it anymore. "Young master, what do you think if you do something, do you still have a chance to live?"
Simon was speechless.
"I used to say that you are a good-for-nothing, and your stupid mother always protects you. Even Simon speaks for you." Hank said in a cold voice, "But from what happened today, you are still confused by such a shallow and childish trick... Simon, you are indeed a good-for- nothing."
Simon gritted her teeth and wanted to refute, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she could not refute a word. His life track had been arranged by Rose since he was a child. He had never encountered such a thing before, so he easily fell into someone else's trap.
Hank said, "I don't want to waste my time talking nonsense with a waste. Get out of here."
Simon stood up, pursed her dry lips, and whispered, "Uncle, it's my fault. Don't make things difficult for me..."
Hank suddenly looked up. His eagle-like eyes were so cold that no one dared to breathe heavily. He sneered and said, "She is my woman. You don't have to worry about her."
No matter how slow Simon was, she also noticed the murderous look in Hank's words and gave him a look. Simon looked at Sara worriedly and went out.
Then, he left sensibly and closed the door.
There were only Sara and Hank left in the room.
Sara's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper. "... Master Hank, are you angry?"
Hank looked into her eyes and asked, "What do you think?"
Sara paused for a moment. "I think... you seem to be angry."