Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 633

Henrick’s assistant walked out of the registry office shortly after.

Unlike his obsequious behavior in the past, the assistant was acting exceptionally arrogant. He threw a brown envelope to her and haughtily uttered, “This is from Mr. Southall. Inside it contains a certificate of property ownership and keys. There’s also a card amounting to a million. The password to it is six zeros.”

Unbothered about his attitude, Arielle courteously nodded as she replied, “Thank you.”

Judging at how polite she was, the assistant reckoned she was a pushover. He mockingly added, “I’ve tidied up the house. You can return to the manor to pack your belongings, but you can’t take any valuables with you. And from today onward, you can’t step into the manor as you wish without permission. I’ll report you to the cops for trespassing if you do that. Are you clear, Ms. Arielle?”

At this point, he covered his mouth and laughed sarcastically. “Look at me. I forgot you aren’t the Southalls anymore. Miss, from now on, please know your place well. Do not live as a member of the Southalls in public. Of course, we won’t stop you from selling the house and bringing the money back to the countryside. I’m sure you can live a comfortable and well-off life with that sum of money.”

Arielle finally frowned upon hearing that.

She did not want to pick on the assistant, yet his words

only became more distasteful.

“You—”

Arielle could speak, a punch smashed straight into the assistant’s

assistant screamed in

leg and served a flying

All he did was wrap his hands around

saw a teen glaring at the assistant as he snarled,

innocent-looking and seemed like he was only about fifteen years old, he was exuding an aura of a skilled martial expert from head to toe. He had an uncanny resemblance to Hades when

him. But a few seconds later, she somehow seemed to recall something and

was helping the latter look for him. But it took her some time

two of his canine teeth. “Yes, Ms. Moore. Boss says I’ll be your bodyguard from now

“Boss? Vinson?”

the funeral. But I decided to do it earlier as boredom is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself when I heard how that guy spoke to you;