The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

Mark became extremely violent.

Jenny maintained an upright position, not daring to utter a word.

“Is everything okay?” Claire inquired.

“What a dud! He failed to eliminate Hannah and let her escape!”

At the same time, a servant raced in.

“Sir, there’s a visitor outside the manor.

He said he’s here to see you!”

“Did he identify himself?” Mark inquired.

His tone was harsh and his face looked restless.

The servant stuttered, “He said his name is Bryson Mitchell, from Valmere.

”

“Who? Bryson?” Mark’s face changed.

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“It seems he brought a dozen people.

Sir, are we going to allow them come in?”

Mark already guessed that Bryson would conduct his men to come here and save Hannah, but he didn’t forsee Bryson leading them.

But it seems Bryson wouldn’t stop this time around until he achieved his aim!

“Allow him in,” Mark instructed as he composed himself.

He knew for a fact that since Bryson was here, it was best to let him in.

The servant let him in.

He was over six feet tall with a well crafted face.

He had a well refined conduct and an inborn royalty.

Even though Mark had groomed his mind on meeting Bryson, he was still amazed seeing Bryson, the rumored most formidable man in Valmere.

“Mr.

Bryson Mitchell!” Mark quickly recovered from his trance and welcomed him with a warm smile.

“Please make yourself comfortable, Mr.

Mitchell.

”

Totally ignoring Mark, Bryson observed people in the living room callously and walked towards the settee.

After he walked in, Merlin was wheeled in from outside and he moved closer to Mark’s side.

Mark took a very brief look at Merlin, after which he looked at Bryson and asked, “Mr.

Mitchell, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I don’t have time to fudge the issue or fool around.

” Bryson, with his eyes fixed on Mark, asked with an expressionless face, “Did you instruct your men to escort Hannah here?”

“Who?” Mark played dumb and said to Bryson, “Mr.

Mitchell, you have it all wrong.

I love Hannah dearly.

I could not possibly do something like that.

”

“Hmm, I see.

Is that so?” A cold smile appeared on Bryson’s Lip.

“Mr.

Mitchell, you can make further enquiries if you doubt me.

”

Bryson narrowed his eyes and gave Mark a death stare that made him frightened.

Mark immediately recollected himself and showed his warm-heartedness.

“I don’t mean to offend you, Mr.

Mitchell, but some things are not what you think it is.

Hannah is our Granddaughter and we really dote on her.

”

Claire, wearing a warmhearted smile, said, “That’s true! Hannah is our granddaughter and we will always love her no matter what.

Mark equally loves her but finds it difficult to express it.

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