Chapter 957

Once the other bodyguards heard the report, they immediately responded, "Roger that! We're moving
in!" About five minutes later, the sound of kicks and punches as well as a man's shrill howl of pain could
be heard outside the mansion.

When Mrs. Scarlet heard the commotion, she hurried out to check on things.

She saw two bodyguards beating up a man and asked, "What's going on? Who's this?" One of the
bodyguards took a break from hitting the man and answered Mrs. Scarlet's question., This is the man
from last night, Mrs. Scarlet! He was acting suspicious and wandering by the mansion walls.

Even if he doesn't do anything bad, he still deserves a beating! Otherwise, he'll be coming back every
day and making the boss mad!" "Oh..." Mrs. Scarlet took a closer look at the middle-aged man who
was curled up in a ball on the ground.

"Do you still remember me, Mrs. Scarlet?" The middle-aged man lifted his head, brushed the hair off of
his forehead, then gazed at Mrs. Scarlet with clear, bloodshot eyes.

When the bodyguard heard the man speak to Mrs. Scarlet, he immediately stopped hitting him.

"Does this person know Mrs. Scarlet? If he does, why had he not said anything earlier?" thought the
bodyguard.

"You are?" It was dark out and Mrs. Scarlet could not immediately recognize the man.

"Perhaps you no longer remember me.

I used to work with you at the old mansion back in the day." Nathan got up to his feet with a smile.



Nathan had gained a lot of weight, so Mrs. Scarlet did not recognize him.

To make matters worse, he did not reveal his name or previous position, making it difficult for her to
identify him.

"Since you're a former colleague from the old mansion, come inside.

We'll talk there!" Mrs. Scarlet invited Nathan into the mansion.

"What was your name, by the way? Why did you come here?" Nathan's face broke into a faint smile.

"My name is Nathan White.

I used to be a driver at the old mansion." Mrs. Scarlet found the name vaguely familiar.

She froze for a moment as she thought deeply.

Moments later, she exclaimed, "I remember now! There used to be a driver at the old mansion named
Nate! Is that you?" "That's right! I'm Nate!" Nathan laughed a manic laugh EFo( _XLJ said, "You took
really good care of yourself, Mrs. Scarlet.

You don't look much different from when you were younger!" "Nathan White! From what I remember,
you were fired! You were a thief and even messed around with the nannies, which was why old
Mr.Foster fired you!" Mrs. Scarlet was emotional, and her face was flushed.

"How could I have invited such a despicable man into the house?" she thought.

Just as she was about to ask the bodyguards to kick Nathan out, Elliot had heard the commotion and
walked over from the stairs.

"What's going on?" Elliot was wearing a tracksuit when he approached Mrs. Scarlet.



When his eyes landed on Nathan's face, he found the answer to his question.

"Who are you?" Elliot asked coldly as he stared straight at Nathan.

"Who did you come here for?" "T came here to see you!" Nathan flashed a huge grin at Elliot.

Elliot clenched his fists when he saw the hideous grin on Nathan's face.

This middle-aged man came across as sleazy and menacing.

Elliot's instincts told him that he was bad news.

"Master Elliot! He used to be a driver at the old mansion.

Your father fired him for bad conduct!" said Mrs. Scarlet immediately.

" Just get the guards to kick him out! You don't need to waste your time on him!: "You're just a nanny,
Mrs. Scarlet.

Why are you acting as if you're the head of the Foster family?" laughed Nathan as he made himself
comfortable on the couch.

Elliot's patience with Nathan hit its limit.

He moved Mrs. Scarlet behind him, then stormed over to Nathan, yanked him off the couch, and
socked him in the face! "Who gave you permission to run your mouth in my home?!" Elliot snapped,
then raised his fist once again.

"Go ahead and hit me! You better kill me!" Nathan's bloodshot eyes were bulging out of their sockets.



He spat the blood out of his mouth, then hissed through gritted teeth, "You little punk! You're not even
going to ask me what I came to see you for?!" Elliot's fist was still clenched tightly and hanging in the
midair.

In the end, he restrained himself and lowered it down.

Just as Nathan let out a heavy sigh of relief and was about to take a seat on the couch, Elliot kicked
him to the floor! "The last person who acted this insolent in front of me has been dead for years," Elliot
said in a chilling voice.


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