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The butler clenched his jaw, turned sharply, and signaled for the Bailey family’s security. “Get these two troublemakers out of here! Keep them as far away as possible.”
A group of burly security guards appeared immediately. Standing next to them, Marlon seemed frail and hesitant.
Marlon clenched his fists, ready to confront the guards, but when he saw their numbers, his resolve faltered.
At that critical moment, the old woman stepped forward boldly. She threw herself onto the doorway with a determined thud. With her eyes tightly shut, she began yelling. “Touch me if you dare! I’ll sue everyone! Bring Sharon out here right now!”
The butler discreetly signaled the security guards with a frown.
The audacity of this woman to create a scene right at the Bailey family’s doorstep was outrageous. If the butler couldn’t manage the situation, he might as well resign.
“Get them out of here. Maybe if they’re lucky, a car will hit them. Then they’ll get the money they want.”
With those instructions, the guards cracked their knuckles and moved in, determined to be firm.
Marlon’s eyes widened with fear. He swallowed hard and yelled, “What do you want? Would you really attack an elderly woman? Just so you know, there are reporters here taking photos. If you touch us, theizens will criticize you!”
He gestured toward the reporters, including Bobbi.
The more influential the family, the more sensitive they were to public opinion. Marlon was well aware of this fact.
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Therefore, with the presence of the reporters, he felt more confident.
Meanwhile, over a hundred thousand viewers were tuned into Bobbi’s live stream. Thement section was buzzing.
One viewer remarked, “I haven’t seen such shameless people in…”
Thements in the livestream section were pouring in rapidly.
“Years. It’s astonishing how boldly they try to extort the Bailey family. Aren’t they scared of repercussions?”
Another viewer added, “They look so familiar. Weren’t they in the news recently? Are those Katelyn’s rtives?”
Someone else responded, “Exactly. That’s them. I saw them at the hospital for a paternity test not long ago. They’re quite something.”
Another viewer asked, “Can someone fill me in? Why did they show up at the Bailey family’s doorstep? What’s themotion about?”
Thements and questions flooded the chat, each viewer eager to learn more.
Suddenly, the old woman on the ground began to cry. “Will no one defend me? Even though I’m old, the Bailey family still keeps pushing me around. Look at these bruises! They did this! And they’ve taken money from Mia. Is there anyw in the world? Is there any justice?”
Tears streamed down her face as shey on her stomach, wailing as if she had been deeply wronged.
Marlon, too, cried out from the ground. “Don’t poor people like us have the right to live? Why did they take so much from us? If you don’t give back the money today, I’ll die right here!”
Both of them burst into tears.
Bobbi, who had been capturing their faces closely the whole time, couldn’t help but smirk. With their antics, they were sure to be a viral sensation.
The butler’s eye twitched at the spectacle. In all his years, he had never encountered anyone as shameless as these two.
He turned and yelled at the security guards, “What are you waiting for? Do something now! Do you want them to keep causing trouble here?”
The security guards exchanged nervous looks and finally moved to act.
But as they reached for the old woman, she screamed again. Clutching her chest, she copsed to the ground, iling her arms.
“I’m having a heart attack. You all are ountable for this. If I die, it’s on your heads.”
The old woman’s over-the-top performance drew not only the attention of everyone present but also captivated the viewers in the livestream.
Sharon, who had been inside the vi the entire time, could no longer sit still and walked out, fuming with anger. Seeing the two of them, she nearly passed out from rage. Gritting her teeth, she demanded, “What in the world do you two scoundrels want?”
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