Chapter 1922


    Just as the tension in the air could be cut with a knife, a small object suddenly fell from Harry''s pocket.


    Both Arabe and the head of the bodyguard saw it clearly - it was a folding knife that nowid


    exposed for all to see.


    Harry nced back at them, his movements hurried as he scooped up the knife and stuffed it into his


    pocket, his face awash with a shade of panic.


    "Hold it right there!"


    The bodyguard stepped forward, "You dropped something. Show us what it is!"


    Beverly''s face fleetingly betrayed her nerves before she regained herposure, "It''s a precaution


    we''ve advised him to take."


    "Yeah, when Mr. Lucas Collins and Mrs. Beverly Collins don''t have their bodyguards around, I carry


    this. It''s for their protection. Don''t tell me you guys don''t carry something simr?" Harry retorted.


    The head of the bodyguard was momentarily speechless; he carried a weapon, yes, but not a folding


    knife.


    His gut was screaming that this driver was bad news.


    "Today is of great significance to the Collins family, attended only by kin and close associates. You''re


    here, armed with a knife and trespassing," the bodyguard turned to Arabe, "Ms. Collins, I request


    permission to detain him. He''s definitely up to no good!"


    "I''ve exined repeatedly that I was unaware of the restricted ess here. If I had known, I would''ve


    steered clear." Harry''s voice trailed off, a note of pleading in his tone as he turned to Beverly, "Mrs.


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    Beverly Collins, I really can''t hold it much longer."


    "You may leave now."


    It was Arabe who spoke, and the directive took everyone by surprise, not least the head of the


    bodyguard himself.


    Was Ms. Collins really letting him go?


    Beverly''s smile was radiant, "Be knows the score. Since she''s given her word, what are you waiting


    for? Go on, then."


    Harry scurried off, casting a backward nce that flickered with unease in the middle of his retreat.


    "Ms. Collins." the security chief began, his anxiety palpable. He was convinced Harry was definitely


    trouble.


    "I notice you still have concerns. Why don''t we bring Harry backter for a thorough questioning? I


    won''t interfere with your methods."


    "That’s not necessary. He’s just being cautious, as he shoulders great responsibilities. But I trust your


    judgment; there''s no need for Harry to return."


    Beverly seemed mildly taken aback at her words, "Well then, shall I take my leave?"


    "Take care."


    Once Beverly was out of earshot, the bodyguard couldn''t contain himself, "Ms. Collins, I really suspect


    that man is problematic. Mrs. Beverly Collins is clearly covering for him!"


    "Who''s problematic?"


    A deep, steady voice suddenly joined the conversation.


    "Hans?" The bodyguard saluted him respectfully.


    Arabe chimed in with a dutiful demeanor, "Hans".


    Hans''s gaze softened as he looked at her, "Who did you say was problematic? Who is Beverly covering


    for?"


    He handed Arabe a cup of coffee.


    The chef had prepared a batch of coffee earlier, and he had picked up Arabe''s favorite vor, having


    scoured the grounds for his sister before finding her here.


    The head of the bodyguard ryed the full ount of the incident to him.