Chapter: 290

�Oh, nothing much. Just taking out the trash!�

Renee was going to continue teaching Charles a lesson when her abdomen suddenly cramped up. She immediately hunched forward and curled into herself.

�Tsk� What a time to be naughty, little one!�

Although she had intended to find a way to get them out of there first, it appeared that she wouldn�t be solving this with force. Hence, she straightened up, kept her composure, and said to Charles, �Consider yourselves lucky that I spared your life today. Hurry up and get lost, or I�ll send this video to Jeremy for entertainment!�

Charles didn�t dare to do anything rash because of the move Renee had displayed, but also because he was afraid that she would really send the video to Jeremy. If she did, he would be a dead man. So, he also played along and said, �Hmph! You�re also lucky. It so happens I don�t have enough energy today, which is why I couldn�t kill you!�

Then, he waved his hands at his underlings. �Come on! We�re leaving!�

The men dragged their steel pipes and followed him out.

But suddenly, Charles realized that he might�ve been tricked. Wouldn�t it be safer if he�d just grabbed the phone and destroyed the video?

They were big, burly men! How could they let two weak women boss them around?!

�Damn it! Grab that phone and kill her!� Charles roared. He wanted to teach Renee a lesson for deceiving him. But suddenly, a strong force came from behind him, and he suddenly felt someone kicking him so hard that he inadvertently began flailing his arms as his feet left the ground�

Seeing the simple, absolutely brutal, and cool style, Renee knew instantly that she was facing the most oppressive man in Beach City, the crazy young master Stefan.

But she didn�t understand. Why would this aristocrat come to this dilapidated haunted house? Charles had just been dropped on his ass by Renee, and now someone else had kicked him so hard he felt it to the bones. He could barely restrain his anger, and he was about to start cursing when he turned to meet Stefan�s burning eyes. He immediately went pale and almost wet himself again.

�M�Mr. Hunt! W�why are you here?!�

Stefan stared down at Charles, who was prostrating on the ground. His brows were furrowed, and he asked in an obviously upset tone. �Are you one of Jeremy�s people?�

He could vaguely recall the man beside Jeremy from a business deal before this, where they had met. Ah, he was Jeremy�s top bodyguard, wasn�t he? Jeremy was very close to him too.

�Yes, that�s right, Sir! My name is Charles. I�ve been working with Mr. Sunder for many years. Meeting you when you signed the long�term business deal with Sunder Group was a great honor. I�ve always admired you, and today�s formal encounter is a real privilege!�

Charles was practically bending over backward for Stefan, and he looked like he would grovel on the ground and worship Stefan if he could. This was because he knew Stefan had a status above Jeremy, and he couldn�t afford to offend him.

Stefan looked indifferently, and without bothering to spare Charles another glance, he looked around the villa. He took in the smashed furniture and the mess, and his frown deepened.

�What�s going on here?� Stefan asked.

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