Chapter 11

“Ah!”

Frightened by the scream, Tracey was about to return to the living room to see what was going on when she saw Mable walk out.

“Mabes!”

She hurriedly ran over and held Mable’s hands.

“Are you okay?” Mable looked at Tracey.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tracey nodded. She was only relieved when she saw that Mable was uninjured.

“Mabes, you didn’t…” Tracey looked toward the living room and made a gesture of slitting her throat.

Mable answered, “I didn’t kill anyone tonight!”

Henry was not worthy of being killed by her.

Tracey followed Mable out of the courtyard and saw a dozen bodyguards lying on the ground.

She covered her mouth and did not dare to breathe hard.

‘Did Mabes… settle all of them?’

Tracey looked at Mable with admiration and gave her a thumbs-up. “Mabes, what kind of praises would you like to hear? I’ll sing them to you!”

Mable smiled charmingly and was about to respond when she saw a black Maybach and a silver Bentley driving in their direction.

“It