Chapter 19 Poverty to Riches Ⅰ

In the dark evening, the Darknorth estate lights were brightly lit.

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"Those of you who separated Jarrod from Bella, go and kneel on rock garden right now,"

Darknorth's matriarch, wife of the Old Master, Hilda Neela, calmly spoke.

Pitiful groans came from the garden not a moment later.

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Supposedly the kneeling servants had their kneecaps splitting into painful cracks.

Even the servants who had not touched Bella but only watched the struggle were not spared.

Although Hilda was in her fifties, her air of nobility and refinement was not gone.

"Madam...I, I'm sorry for being...incompetent. The situation was too...too chaotic..."

Hector stood at the side, legs numb from fear.

With a glance, Hilda asked, "Has Jarrod fallen asleep?"

"Yes, Madam. It looks like he was frightened, when we found him he said he met someone who said they weren't a human trafficker!"