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Love at the Wrong Table novel Chapter 738

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What Happens in 738 – From the Book Love at the Wrong Table

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Chapter 738

“Yes, Old Mr. Quillen!”

Alfred nodded with his sleeves held and quietly left.

After returning to her room, Felicity took a leisurely bath and changed her

clothes.

Standing up from the bathtub, she wore nothing underneath but a white

robe, which covered her ample and curvaceous figure.

Although she was a woman in her forties, she maintained her figure very well.

Her bottom was fair, round, and firm without appearing oversized, showing

no signs of being a mother of three.

Late at night, when all was quiet, she didn’t go to bed. Instead, she put on her

bathrobe, slipped on her slippers, and boldly walked to the study.

The mansion was very quiet at night. Apart from Alfred, the bodyguards were

not allowed in during the evening.

Upon reaching the study, Felicity became vigilant. She observed the positions.

of the surveillance cameras. Confirming that there were no changes, she

cautiously crawled out of the study window.

For a woman of her standing, her current image would be quite a shock if

witnessed by others.

Nevertheless, she had to retrieve what belonged to her.

No matter what the cost would be!

At the same time, her four bodyguards were also stealthily searching the

Quillen residence.

Alfred didn’t go to bed that night. Instead, he squinted his eyes and went to

the Quillen family’s surveillance center, watching the thieves scurrying

around the mansion.

“Mr. Grishaw, why don’t we apprehend them?”

As the captain of the Quillen family’s security team, Logan Collins was

puzzled as to why Alfred would just watch the thieves run rampant in the

Quillen residence.

“Not so soon!”

Alfred simply instructed, “Without my order, you are not to take any action.”

“This… Yes, Mr. Grishaw!”

Like the other bodyguards of the Quillen family, Logan had great respect for

Alfred.

Alfred was the anchor of the Quillen family. With him around, they believed

that no thief could do anything to the Quillen family.

For three hours, Felicity meticulously searched every place where Terence

usually kept the valuables and the possible hiding spots.

“Get out of my way! I am Tony’s wife. Can’t I enter my husband’s room and

look at his mementos and pay my respects?”

Felicity coldly rebuked the bodyguards.

“Madam, please don’t make things difficult for us!”

The Quillen family’s bodyguards still didn’t give in. They were puzzled.

Everyone in the Quillen family knew that without Terence’s permission, no one

could enter this room. Had Felicity forgotten it?

Felicity didn’t bother to argue. She simply signaled the four bodyguards

following her.

Whoosh!

The four bodyguards, like monsters in the dark, instantly turned into four

shadows. With swift movements, they took down several Quillen family

bodyguards.

Their techniques were brutal, targeting vulnerable points or bones. Each

move aimed to destroy their opponents in one hit, without any mercy!

“Quick! Call for backup!”

Seeing the enemy’s formidable strength, the team leader of the Quillen

family’s bodyguard team shouted.

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