The security guards were paid to do their job, and they wasted no time in carrying out their orders.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jennifer hadn’t expected Samuel to go through with it. She screamed in terror, “Samuel… Master! You can’t be so heartless…”
Before she could finish, two security guards grabbed her by the arms, one on each side. They lifted her off the ground as if she were just a piece of luggage. Then, they quickly dragged her out of the living room, through the yard, and unceremoniously tossed her onto the pathway outside. The door slammed shut behind them as they returned inside to report back.
The sudden rush of cold air outside jolted Jennifer to her senses, and she realized just how inappropriate her state of dress was for being outside. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself, her voice breaking as she rang the doorbell again. “Samuel, I know I was wrong… Please, for the baby I’m carrying, you can’t do this to me…”
Her words were full of bitterness and desperation, but the security guards acted as though they couldn’t hear her, quickening their pace as they headed back inside. The lead guard approached Samuel, who was still focused on Isabella’s phone.
“Mr. Grant, we’ve handled it as you instructed, but she refuses to leave.”
Samuel’s face showed no sign of disgust–he didn’t even want to waste a single ounce of emotion on Jennifer. His gaze was fixed on Isabella’s phone as he waved his hand dismissively.
“Take her to the hospital and have the baby aborted. I don’t want to hear anything more about her again.”
Jennifer was already dead to him.
The lead guard nodded, understanding immediately. Without another word, he turned to leave, closing the door firmly behind him to shut out anything Samuel didn’t want to hear.
Outside, Jennifer stood in the chilly air, her attire scant enough to make her appear as if she were barely clothed at all. It wasn’t until someone got closer that they realized she was wearing just underwear.
The neighborhood wasn’t isolated. Across the street from the private homes stood a high–rise complex built by the same developer, and the area was well–connected with plenty of businesses and residences nearby. Even though it was a weekday, the streets were busy with pedestrians, many of whom had stopped to gawk at the spectacle unfolding before them.
Whispers spread quickly among the onlookers, and one loudly commented, “Look at her. She’s probably the mistress who broke up someone’s family and got caught in the act. They didn’t even bother letting her get dressed properly.”
