Chapter 921 Who Dares To Hurt My Elder Granddaughter

"Terence is the father of my children. Do you see the difference?"

Carla clarified, raising her eyebrows. At this, she continued to walk.

It was true that these two handsome men had different personalities. But Terence had always been her man. They had already gone through so many ups and downs. How could such an insignificant episode affect their relationship?

If Carol really thought that their relationship would be affected by it, then she must have underestimated both Terence's charm and Carla's willpower.

Carol giggled. "Really? That's all? Haven't you ever had a crush on him?"

The moonlight casted an eerie glow around them. Suddenly, Carla stopped walking. Carol didn't know it then, but it wasn't because of her teasing words.

Carla touched her pocket unconsciously and wondered why something wasn't there.

Before she left, she was sure she placed something in her pocket. She hadn't even had a moment to check it yet. How could she have lost it already?

"What's wrong, Mrs. An? Did you lose something?"

Carol helped Carla search through all the pockets of her clothes. They even turned around, their eyes on the ground in case it fell. But they still couldn't find it.

Carla looked back and slapped her own head. She must have forgotten it in Steven's room.

'Well, forget it.

I don't even know what it is. There's no need for me to go back to find it, ' she thought.

"No, nothing. Forget about it. Let's just go."

"Okay," Carol said as she tried to catch up with her. "Mrs. An, what should we do next? Aren't we going to save Mr. Su?"

"No, not anymore. We're going home!"

Carla said angrily. She thought that Steven was having a good time with Lucia and her sister Lori anyway. It didn't look like he appreciated their help at all. What was worse, he disrespected her over and over again.

'Why would I even bother saving him if he's acting like an ass?

Let him rot here!' she thought.

Back in the room, Steven curled up, hugging the quilt he wrapped Carla with.

After hearing the sound of footsteps moving away from his room, he returned to the bed. Her fragrance still lingered on the quilt. Faintly, he smiled at the memories it brought back.

He had thought of leaving with Carla. But then, he would be home with a bruised ego and slighted dignity.

He was a man. He should find ways to get himself out of this situation instead of relying on a woman's help.

No matter how bad the situation was, he had to find a way to go back home by himself.

It was the last thing he could do to keep his dignity.

Just as he pulled the quilt over, something fell out.

He caught it before it tumbled off the bed and saw it was something folded into two squares.

Steven was dumbstruck for a while. His thumb slid across the small circles embossed on the small square. Recognition flashed through his dark eyes.

After a while, he clenched the thing in his

he price! Start thinking of ways to save yourself before you try to save others."

With that, Lucia pushed Carla off her and let the servants take her away.

She was not in a hurry to punish Carla. She could think of ways to torture her later.

"How dare you, Miss Lucia? Do you really think you can kill me?" Carla asked in a loud voice as she watched her walk towards Carrie again.

No one knew her real identity yet but she was still the mistress of the An family. No matter how powerful Lucia thought she was right now, she was just a small fish from the small pond of Yu Sea City.

If she knew what was good for her, Lucia should consider the consequences of her actions before doing anything against Carla.

Hearing Carla's words, Lucia suddenly stopped. She hated it when others try to threaten her. Holding the whip in her hand more tightly, she looked back at Carla.

"What did you say? You underestimate me. Ha-ha..."

Lucia looked up and laughed at Carla's arrogance. "Are you kidding me?! I don't even care about your mayor. Who do you think you are?

Let me tell you, I don't care who you are. I will kill you today!"

Lucia threatened between clenched teeth.

She bent the whip in her hand into a circle and walked towards Carla slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

It seemed like Carla was asking for her death. Lucia wouldn't mind helping her at all.

Carol glanced at the whip in Lucia's hand anxiously, sweat dripping from her forehead. She had tried to transmit their rescue signal several times but there was still no feedback.

She wanted to protect Carla, but she was also outnumbered.

Nathan was left outside. As a man, he was not allowed to come in. He could have been of great help now.

Just as Lucia was about to strike Carla with her whip, a low and hoarse voice pierced through the thick tension from behind them.

"Stop it!

Who dared to accuse my elder granddaughter of thievery?"