Chapter 267 Hazel, I Am Your Father
Upstairs at this moment, it feels as if the whole world has come to a standstill.
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Keegan and his daughter were gagged and not allowed to leave the room. They were just thrown into a nearby dog cage to prevent them from screaming everywhere.
The downstairs bodyguard seemed to have received instructions from above, as he opened the gate after Hazel got off the car.
Just as Johnson and the others were about to enter, someone reached out and stopped them.
The man, who had anticipated it earlier, raised his right hand and beckoned forward. The person behind him immediately raised the object in their hand and aimed it at the doorman at the entrance.
Obviously, the people who can come out are not vegetarians.
The atmosphere
atmosphere between the two parties, like a spring stretched to its limit, instantly became tense.
Intense and soundless fights kept happening under the cover of darkness. While exchanging punches and kicks, they all avoided Hazel in front, afraid that she might get involved and get hurt.
The matters behind were unresolved, so Hazel was not in a hurry to go upstairs.
She stood tall in the darkness, looking up at the camera that suddenly turned to the side.
At this moment, before Johnson made a move, he was playing with a small object in his hand while observing the skills of the bodyguards across from him.
These people had sharp and piercing eyes, launched fierce attacks, just like wild beasts hunting, fast and accurate. At first glance, they were bodyguards protecting important figures in formal occasions.
Compared to Johnson’s men, whose moves seemed disorderly, the skills of these people faintly revealed traces of training, with each move bursting with absolute power.
Wolf Base.”
“The skills of those people on the left side were the combat techniques regularly trained. at
“The people on the side were… (cannot be specified)… those who stepped back.”
When Johnson pointed out the identities of these people, Hazel was also carefully observing their methods of attack.
If the person upstairs was Ricky, these skilled bodyguards wouldn’t have come.
The most likely scenario is that the person who came to Los Angeles this time was Ivan.
But his identity was SO sensitive, if he really went to Los Angeles, wouldn’t those people above not know?
“Let’s go,” Hazel turned around and continued walking.
The bodyguards fighting outside were the people guarding the courtyard.
There were still some people who did not take action standing at the door.
This time, they did not stop Johnson behind Hazel, along with the other henchmen.
It seemed as if the previous struggle was just a test.
Testing the abilities of the people around her, whether
they
were qualified enough to guard by her side.
I pushed open the door, and there was another group of people inside the room.
With a straight posture like a pine tree and a determined gaze like a mountain, as if a weapon that had undergone countless trials and hardships, exuding a strong aura of solemnity and killing, standing together, it easily instilled fear in ordinary people.
They respectfully made way.
A calm voice came: “You all go out.”
an eye,
all
had
retreated
to positions outside
the
door.
In the blink of
these people
already
Hazel slightly turned her head to Johnson and said, “Wait for me at the door.”
In the ancient and elegant living room, there was a painting of a pine tree growing on The man standing in front of this scene exuded an aura of authority without anger. Even though Hazel already knew his identity, when she truly faced this person, a slight tremor still arose in her heart.
a steep cliff in the center.
Not afraid, just like the instinctive reaction of the weak when facing the strong, it makes people involuntarily want to submit to his powerful
aura.
She took a deep breath and walked straight behind him.
The man, who heard the noise behind him, did not hurry to turn around and look at her. His gaze remained focused on this painting of
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snow–covered pine trees, with a trace of nostalgia flowing in his eyes.
Neither of them spoke.
The living room was silent, and everyone’s breathing slowed down.
When he was looking at the painting, Hazel was also looking at him.
a
silent
force… the gravity
accumulated
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years.
If I’m not mistaken, the man in front of me should be around fifty or sixty years old, but there is no trace of time on his back.
there flowed Instead,
the by
rulers
the Over
The man knew that the child behind him was scrutinizing him; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to look at him with such eyes.
He slowly turned around, and a breathtakingly beautiful face came into view.
But appearance was only the most inconspicuous part of this man.
What really made one’s scalp tingle was the pair of sharp eyes hidden beneath his elegant appearance, as if they could see through the hidden secrets deep within a person’s heart.
Hazel
even
had he
not
completely
released
the
sense
of
oppression
from
his
body.
felt that
There is no doubt that the man in front of me was an absolute superior.
And he had already known her identity.
Hazel mustered up her spirits and resisted the influence of his aura.
The
man’s
eyes
flickered
with
a
faint
smile,
seemingly
very
pleased
with
her
performance.
“Did your mother ever mention why she named you ‘Hazel‘?”
In response to the man’s sudden question, Hazel’s gaze carried an inexplicable chill.
She said indifferently, “No.”
Seeing her disrespecting herself like this, the man was not angry either, just like an elder indulging a child’s tantrums. In his deep black eyes, there was even a hint of longing emotion.
He spoke, “You looked a lot like me.”
“No way!” The firm tone uttered a rapid response driven by reflex.
Hazel’s red lips tightened, her teeth clenched, and her eyes stared unblinkingly at
the man in front of her.
He was like the pine tree in the painting behind him, telling the story of tenacious vitality. He stood tall and steady, resilient and strong. And the look he had on her was filled with the gentle and soft light of a father.
And she! Absolutely detested! The look in his eyes at that moment!
“You rejected me.” The voice stated, carrying the weight of time’s sediment.
Hazel wanted to avert her gaze, but she was afraid he would think she was afraid of him. Her naturally beautiful and round eyes were wide open at that moment, staring unwaveringly at the man in front of her.
She asked in response, “Shouldn’t I have excluded you?”
“You have half of my blood flowing in your body, Hazel, you should not reject me.”
He loved the sharp thorns on her body, the confident gaze, just like he was in his youth.
But her resistance in her eyes gave the man a headache.
“Mr. Scott, some things should not be said carelessly.”
“My last name is Robinson, not Scott.”
At the first sight of Hazel, he knew: this was his and Jessie’s child!
She possessed all the qualities of both him and Jessie.
she
Even
admit it, if
unwilling to was
Ivan walked over and sat down on the wooden chair next to him.
“Sitting and speaking.”
she
still
couldn’t change
the
fact that she
was
his daughter.
is
standing
now,
her
presence
is
still
по
for match
the
silent
man
sitting
there.
Although Hazel Hazel walked to the farthest spot from him and sat down, without needing to say anything, her resistance was evident just by looking into her
eyes.
For Ivan, it was like a kitten scratching the tiger’s paw, without any threat.
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“Do you know that Danna was not the daughter of the Scott family?”
When Hazel was angry, she liked to purse her lips, just like her mother Jessie.
I saw through the meaning in her eyes at a glance.
Ivan’s voice was steady as he said, “Hazel, I was your father.”
Hazel stared into those piercing eyes that left no room for escape.
She really didn’t like the sense of entitlement in his tone, as well as the condescending attitude of someone in a position of someone weaker, as if she was just a childish troublemaker.
“My father and
my mother are buried together, what kind of father are you?”
