The bodyguards immediately released their grip on Mag Evans.
Mag slumped to the ground, her face numb, and she pleaded unclearly, "Sister, I didn't want to kill you, I really didn't..."
Xaviera glanced at the bodyguards.
The leading bodyguard squatted down in front of her with a cold smile: "Our Miss Xaviera said that this 600,000-dollar check is also for Miss Mag Evans. After all, Miss Mag, you once said that our Miss Xaviera's life is only worth 600,000 dollars. Of course, perhaps in your heart, our Miss Xaviera's life is not even worth 600,000."
"Logically speaking, our Miss Xaviera is a legitimate Miss Evans. If a person with such an identity is only worth 600,000 dollars, you, an illegitimate daughter brought in by a mistress, probably aren't even worth that much."
At this moment, Caleb Mamet was laughing meaningfully outside the staircase.
"Miss Xaviera? How interesting."
Those bodyguards were actually calling her Miss Xaviera... Was she Little Six?
