Chester Yale stood with his hands bound, as if he hadn't heard her at all, his expression cold and indifferent, watching the bodyguards lift her up, ready to drag her out.
"Uncle Yale, save me!" Seeing that Chester was indeed going to throw her out without any concern, Misha Evans started to scream desperately in panic.
"Uncle Yale, please wake up. If you don't regain consciousness, Misha won't be able to stay by your side anymore..."
"Gag her!" Chester's dark eyes were icy as he gave the command with indifferent lips.
"Mmph..." Misha Evans wanted to shout something more, but the two bodyguards had already gagged her, leaving her staring at the cold-blooded and ruthless Chester with frustration.
What did she lack compared to Evelyn Sherman? Why wouldn't he even deign to look at her?
She was his fiancée!
"Young Master, you must not do this!" The Butler, having heard the commotion, hurried over and rescued Misha Evans, who was about to be dragged out by the bodyguards.
