"What's wrong with the Lady? How did she faint?" The two bodyguards were just about to peek in when Chad Yakov slapped them on the forehead.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and call the doctor! If anything happens to Molly, you'd better not think about living!"
"Yes, Second Young Master!" The two bodyguards turned pale and scrambled downstairs in a panic.
One went to get the doctor, the other to inform Chester Yale.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left watching Chad Yakov just now.
Chad Yakov turned his head to look at him, narrowed his mischievous eyes leisurely, and before he could speak, the last bodyguard hurriedly turned to run.
"I'll notify the butler!"
In a flash, he was gone.
Chad Yakov collected his eyes and turned around to leave, grabbing his jacket and cell phone, ready to go.
