'Serve them right for looking down on me! I gotta grasp this opportunity to get back at them!'
'What?'
'Did he say that he can't do anything about it?'
Tiffany was about to cry; she bit her lips tightly. "Well, my sister and I can’t possibly stand all night, can we? Come here and help us to bed."
Darryl gloated inwardly, but he still bent over to pick up Tiffany.
Darryl was pleased; he could feel Tiffany’s voluptuous body.
"Don't move your hands around—" Tiffany yelled; she was terribly embarrassed.
Darryl tried his best to hold back a smile. After he put Tiffany down on the bed, he turned around and got out to the small hall outside.
Ashley stood there; Stephen had ripped half of her white shirt and exposed her charming curves.
Even Darryl felt a little lost when he saw her.
Then, Darryl pretended to look innocent and said, "Eldest Young Miss, I'll carry you to your room."
Ashley blushed as she said softly, "Don't touch me."
The carefree Tiffany did not mind it when Darryl carried her.
However, she was Ashley—how could she let a bodyguard hold her so casually?
"Oh!"
Darryl scratched his head and stood at the side with a faint smile. "Good, I’ll go to bed now. You can just stand here all night."
After a minute, Ashley could not take it anymore; the floor was too cold.
Darryl looked forward to it. "Eldest Young Miss and Second Young Miss, I'll go now if there's nothing else you need. I will make a pot of tea for your father."
Darryl was about to turn around and leave the room.
"Don't go!" Tiffany suddenly shouted.
"Is there anything else. Second Young Miss?" Darryl stopped and looked at her with a smile.
The expression on Tiffany's pretty face changed abruptly. She could not conceal her anxiety as she said, "You must be here to guard us."
She was still afraid of what had happened.
What if the masked man returned? Even though the bodyguard was a bit weak, he
was a man, after all. She felt safer when he was around them.
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