MEANWHILE, as August rested on the bed with four bodyguards watching the room— two on the terrace and another two outside, the perpetrator suddenly went to a place where no one could see him.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he winced when he felt how stinging the cut on his face was. “That bastard,” he added, pertaining to August.

The assigned bodyguards in the Remington mansion were rotated into three shifts. One is in the early morning, the second in the afternoon, and the third in the evening.

Since August was introduced to the bodyguards in the afternoon, he wasn’t able to see his face— but he knew where the fake heir’s room was. He was assigned to the evening shift so he was able to do his mission.

However, he didn’t expect whom he had seen as soon as he made his attack. It was easy to recognize that he was August Fordman, the man on the famous live stream made by Bruce Sandoval and Samantha Evergreen.

He shook his head and pulled the phone inside his bag as he called someone using his b