Chapter 51: It was the first time for Reginald to show a mercy

"There is something wrong with the lady here, and if you don't keep a good eye on her, how are you going to report it to Mr. Wordsworth, if she rushes into the lake one day?" Ben reprimanded again, pointing to his head.

Heloise followed Reginald step by step down the stairs.

It seemed, did they think she had had a psychotic seizure and wandered on the soccer field and picked up beer cans to drink?

She remembered that there were some beer cans left by spectators by the dumpster inside the soccer field, and it was very logical to have that conjecture.

But ...

Heloise glanced up at the man holding her hand in front of her, his back as a mist in her eyes.

He was Reginald, the president of the PHOENIXFELL Empire's first consortium. He really couldn't see through her, could he?

Seeing Reginald leading Heloise down, Jane and Harriet almost rolled and crawled forward in the living room, crying, "Young Master, it's all our fault, we didn't take good care of Miss, please spare us this time, we won't dare to do it again."

"Please spare us only this time."

The two maids desperately begged.

Reginald led Heloise to sit on the sofa in the center. She was wrapped in his long arms like a flowering vine in his arms.

"Young Master, we'll be sure to keep an eye on Miss 24 hours a day from now on."

Jane was trembling with fear.

Reginald casually rested one hand on Heloise's shoulder, lowered his eyes to look at the kneeling maids, his eyes sullen. A long time later, he opened his thin lips, word by word, "The little blighter is crazy, and she can't understand human beings' words, I'll let her go with impunity, but you guys ... "

The two maids knocked their heads heavily to the floor in shock.

Reginald leant back, lazy to say more, a wave of the hand, lightly, "Break your legs, throw you out."

He said as casually as treating with flowers and grass.

"..."

Heloise turned her head in shock, Reginald sat there, the deity's features outlined especially deep and eye-catching, like a flower symbolizing death growing in the river named Amnesia Brook in the underworld, beautiful as it was, but full of ghostly bloodthirsty aura.

"Yes."

The two bodyguards didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately waved up the rattan sticks that had already been prepared at the side, and swung them from both sides towards the legs of the two maids.

"Ah..."

Jane and Harriet were both aged. After they were hit by the stick, both of them fell on the ground, screaming miserably.

Reginald, however, did not even raise an eyebrow and looked on idly.

She had mostly heard about Reginald's ruthlessness, but today, she had really seen it.

"Ah!"

"Young Master, please spare us, we know we're wrong."

Another scream was burst out. Jane crawled forward on her stomach, reaching for Reginald's leg.

Reginald swept his eyes down, his brow tinted with displeasure at being offended, and kicked her straight away.

The bodyguards beat down one stick after another without mercy, and Ben stood and watched in silence, as if he had already become accustomed to it.

The two maids let out one scream after another, the exposed legs were already rapidly turning blue and purple.

Heloise's eyes went cold, and without further hesitation, she sprang to her feet and lunged at them, kneeling on the ground between them, shielding Jane and Harriet in the crook of her arms.

Her whole body shivered, her eyes glanced foolishly, and words came out of her mouth dementedly, "No beating, no beating ..."

The two bodyguards hit into inertia, raising the rattan sticks to hit again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Heloise tore up her voice and desperately shouted in the living room, which was full of her shrill fearful voice, and she shouted so loudly that the two bodyguards almost threw the rattan stick.

Reginald even raised a hand to press his ears at her screaming.

What a sharp scream!

Heloise clung to the two maids, her body shaking, her pale face full of fear, like a frightened deer.

Jane and Harriet turned their heads to look at her, seeing that she was scared and still defending them. Suddenly, their eyes were red, "Miss, leave us alone, they will hit you."

She was already schizophrenic, and then fell into a disability. How could she live a life?

Heloise didn't let go.

Ben sighed and looked at Heloise's silly and guilty look, and he didn't understand what was the point of her pretending. When she was surrounded by the whole lot of people at the Golden Cloud Hotel last night, he did not even hear her grunting anything, and he did not see a trace of fear in her eyes, but found she forced the two girls to kneel down and apologize to her, while now she was pretending to be weak and helpless.

The two bodyguards were at a loss, raising their eyes to look at Reginald, not knowing whether to continue.

Reginald sat on the sofa, stretched up one leg, eyes meaningfully looking at Heloise, ''It seems that the little psychotic I picked up hasn't gone completely crazy, you're trying to protect them, aren't you? Unfortunately, what I, Reginald, have said has never changed."

At that, the bodyguards comprehended his intention and stepped forward to pull Heloise away.

Heloise immediately flung herself on her knees in front of Reginald, grabbed his legs, looked up at him with a pleading look, and muttered, "No beating, no beating."

Her innocent face was filled with dementia, pretending to be an abnormal human being.

However, what she was thinking in her heart was that she could only fight if she couldn't persuade Reginald, and she planned to escape with Harriet and Jane. She couldn't let the two maids break their legs because she was involved.

Seeing this, the corners of Reginald's lips curved up into a smirk.

He looked at her small hand clutching his pants, a touch of amusement swept across his eyes, "Is that the way you begged me?"

"..."

How should she beg him? How should a mentally challenged patient be?

Heloise couldn't figure out what Reginald meant, so she pulled on his pants over and over again and begged him, "No beating, no beating any more please."

Reginald lowered his leg, slowly leaned down towards her, lowered his head, pointed to the side of his face, his voice was low and hoarse, "Do you understand?"

Damn you!

Heloise cursed in her heart and lowered her eyes, a touch of murderous anger swept under her eyes.

Seeing that she was indifferent, Reginald glanced at her sideways and spat out three words from his thin lips, "Continue to hit."

The bodyguards immediately swung the rattan stick.

Heloise's hands hanging at her side clenched.

She had to endure it!

Was it just a kiss that he wanted?

She secretly gritted her teeth, tilted her head up and pecked him on the cheek, and flew away.

After the kiss, Reginald's gaze flickered, and he stared straight at her, his eyes unusually deep, like they hid the dark purgatory.

There was a deathly silence in the living room.

Heloise had no idea what he was looking at, only that she felt she was losing her ability to maintain her disguise.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed lowly, reached out and cupped her chin, his voice magnetic, "That's a good behavior, okay, I'll let them go today for your sake."

Hearing this, not only were the bodyguards stunned, even the beaten Jane and Harriet were shocked.

It was the first time for Reginald to show mercy.

Yes, it was the first time someone who made a mistake could be let go by the young master.

Thanks to the young lady, who must be their lucky star.

Ben stood by and watched the scene incredulously. No wonder Mr. Wordsworth didn't allow him to expose Heloise. Was this Mr. Wordsworth's special fun?

Would it make him feel particularly good when he forced the girl, who had rampaged and bullied others in the Golden Cloud Hotel before, to act silly and kiss him at present?

...

Reginald spent many days in Hyacinth Garden this time.

The high fence was crawling with hyacinth buds in the courtyard, delicate and blooming, leaves danced with the wind, seeming to ripple up and down like a gust of waves, and the wind that brushed was very cool.