The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 278

“You dumbass!” Ken furiously slapped her twice.

Only then did Myra understand why so many bodyguards wanted to quit that day. It was all because of

Romeo.

Oh God, what now?

Crossing Romeo was much worse than crossing Hans!

“Ken, Romeo’s voice was icy, his eyes even colder, “You’ve hurt my fiancee twice. It’s not too much to

ask for your daughter’s hand in return, is it?” Ken was helpless. “Not too much, not too much. What are

you waiting for, you bastard? Get on with it, or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Ken?” Mrs. Frost was heartbroken. “Mr. McMillan, I beg you, Myra is still a child; we can leave

Summerfield, never to return.”

“You think you can just walk away after hurting Ms. Bella? You’re dreaming!” Carl coldly stated, “You

have 30 seconds.”

Myra’s tears flowe. She shook her head, staring at the knife on the ground, unable to make herself do

it.

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Ken hardened his heart, picked up the knife, and started walking toward his daughter. “You should

never have messed with Mr. McMillan’s people!” “Ken.”

“Dad, don’t.”

With one swift cut, Myra’s right hand was instantly covered in blood, with bone exposed.

Screams echoed throughout the warehouse.

Mrs. Frost quickly rushed over, cradling her injured daughter, tears flowing like a spring.

Ken wiped the blood from the knife onto his clothes, nervously holding the blade out to Mr. McMillan

and saying, “I’ve cleaned it; is that okay? Can we let bygones be bygones?”

“If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was Mr. McMillan who threatened you into hurting your own

daughter,” Carl said.

Hearing Carl’s words, Ken bowed even lower and said, “No, no, no. My daughter cut herself by

accident. This has nothing to do with Mr. McMillan.”

“Twenty–two men against my fiancee.” Romeo’s voice was full of displeasure. “Bring them in.”

The twenty–two thugs from last night were barely hanging on covered in bruises and cuts.

Seeing her own hired hands in such a state, Myra trembled in fear, the pain from her wound almost

causing her to faint.

“How many of us are there?” Romeo asked Carl quietly.

“Twenty–two in total, Mr. McMillan,” Carl replied respectfully.

“Whether you make it out of here alive is up to you.” Romeo stood up to leave. Carl gave them one last

cold look, then followed him.

Only then did Ken realize that Romeo was giving them a taste of their own medicine.

Because Myra had sent twenty–two thugs after Arabella last night, today Romeo sent his own twenty–

two men. after them.

But they were used to a life of luxury and had no combat skills. How could they stand a chance against

these guys?

Not to mention the twenty–two barely breathing thugs on the floor. Could they even put up a fight?

The warehouse door opened, and harsh light streamed in.

Romeo and Carl walked out, and twenty–two of their men walked in.

“Mr. McMillan, I beg for mercy.” Ken barely managed to kneel before the warehouse door was coldly

shut.

Soon after, the warehouse’was filled with heart–wrenching screams.

Half an hour later.