Chapter 413


    Desmond instantly rushed downstairs.


    The bodyguards exchanged awkward looks with each other and followed suit upon noticing that


    Desmond was very concerned about Amelia''s safety.


    The group of men were in such a hurry that they created quite a loudmotion that Frank, who was


    in the study room, frowned as he headed to the window to look outside.


    There were three windows in his study room; one was on the left of the room, the other on the right of


    the room, and thest one was behind him. The reason for this design was so that he could look out of


    the window and enjoy the view outside anytime to ease his weariness.


    At that moment, Frank stood in front of the window that faced the backyard.


    The backyard was peppered with streetmps as both the front and backyard were lit up very brightly.


    Unaffected, he continued to enjoy the delightful night view.


    He saw Amelia, who had just fled his study room, identally barging into the wolfhounds'' territory.


    Though the wolfhounds were extremely vicious, they were normally fed and cared for by specific


    handlers. Therefore, they would not usually attack at random as they were well-trained.


    However, this only applied to the people staying at Mendelson Residence. Since the wolfhounds had


    been reared for a few years now, they were naturally familiar with everyone in the household. Now that


    they suddenly encountered an unfamiliar figure, they assumed the person to be an intruder. As such,


    as soon as they saw Amelia, they instantly chased after her.


    Amelia had never encountered such vicious wolfhounds in her entire life. The pet dogs she had at


    home were miniature breeds that were rather tame.


    Frightened, she was now faced with several wolfhounds that were unleashed, so she turned around


    instantly and ran for her life!


    The wolfhounds were even more convinced that she was an intruder as soon as they saw her running


    from them after which they tailed her relentlessly.


    Amelia shouted for help as she ran for her life. At that moment, she would rather have Frank carve a


    flower at the back of her hand than to be chased by a pack of wolfhounds to be ripped apart.


    Frank is a madman! Why did he rear such vicious and humongous wolfhounds without even keeping


    them on a leash?


    She had heard of wolfhounds devouring humans when they were in a starved state.


    Meanwhile, Frank did not stop the wolfhounds from chasing after Amelia despite seeing her in such a


    flustered state. On the other hand, he seemed to relish the sight of that. Furthermore, he quite happily


    recorded some video footage of her flustered state while being chased relentlessly by the wolfhounds.


    "Ah!" Amelia stumbled and fell to the ground, hurting her quite badly. However, she could not bother


    about the pain as she quickly got up and continued her run. Recalling all the hours she had spent on


    her daily workouts, she was thankful that she was swift on her feet and managed to escape the jaws of


    the wolfhounds without suffering any bitemarks.


    Still, after falling to the ground, she was held up and the wolfhounds caught up to her despite getting up


    immediately. The leader of the pack suddenly leaped at her and pounced on her back. The humongous


    wolfhoundnded on her and Amelia found herself back on the ground again.


    Still, after falling to the ground, she was held up and the wolfhounds caught up to her despite getting up


    immediately. The leader of the pack suddenly leaped at her and pounced on her back. The humongous


    wolfhoundnded on her and Amelia found herself back on the ground again.


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    Just as she thought that she would be ripped apart by the wolfhounds, there was suddenly a whistle


    coming from behind before she felt the weight behind her lift. The wolfhound that had pounced on her


    finally released its hold on her clothes from his jaws and jumped off her body.


    The handler in charge of the wolfhounds ran over quickly and he whistled as he ran in their direction.


    Shortly after that, the wolfhounds raced toward the handler and circled him.


    "Ms. Taylor!" Desmond rushed over with the bodyguards.


    The wolfhound handler stopped whistling and came over with the wolfhounds.


    "Desmond, who''s she? Why did she provoke the wolfhounds? I went for a short toilet break and found


    them all gone," the handler asked Desmond.


    Fortunately, he came out earlier and noticed the wolfhounds all gone, prompting him to search for them


    immediately. Otherwise, the girl on the ground would definitely have sustained serious injuries from


    being bitten by them.


    The wolfhounds were well-fed, so they were never starved. They would not generally attack for food,


    but their innate nature would result in them severely injuring the girl on the ground.


    "Ms. Taylor is our master''s guest." Desmond gave a brief reply and quickly stepped forward to help


    Amelia up from the ground.


    Amelia''s clothes on her lower back were torn from being shredded by the wolfhound and her skin was


    revealed.


    Desmond then turned around and instructed one of the bodyguards, "Remove your top and give it to


    Ms. Taylor."


    The man agreed and took off his top before handing it to Desmond.


    Subsequently, Desmond took the top and handed it to Amelia while saying, "Ms. Taylor, your clothes


    are torn. Take this and cover up."


    "Desmond…" Suddenly, Amelia clung tightly to his arm and burst into tears.


    She had been thoroughly frightened out of her wits; had the handler or Desmond arrived one second


    later than they had, she would not have lived to see tomorrow''s sun.


    Desmond felt slightly ufortable as Amelia clung to his arm and sobbed. He realized that she had


    suffered a harrowing ordeal and he could not exactly shove her aside at the moment, so he awkwardly


    watched as she cried. In the meantime, he also remembered to cover Amelia''s back with the


    bodyguard''s top.


    Amelia sobbed for a short while before she finally collected herself. Perhaps it was the fright or


    excessive running, she found herself wobbly on her feet.


    She stopped crying and let go of Desmond''s arms abashedly. Subsequently, she clutched the top


    tightly against herself and made sure that her lower back was covered to prevent it from being


    exposed.


    "Ms. Taylor, are you okay?"


    "I was frightened out of my wits, Desmond! Do you think that I would be fine after such an ordeal?"


    Amelia lifted her hand to wipe her tears.


    Even a grown man would be frightened beyond words to be chased by several wolfhounds, what more


    to say a helplessdy like her. As such, Desmond could certainly empathize with her.


    "Yes, yes. I forgot to tell you that we have several wolfhounds reared in the backyard as we need them


    to guard thepound. They are familiar with the people in this house, so they don''t usuallye


    chasing after any of us here. I guess they were triggered by an unfamiliar face…"


    Apologetic, he added, "I''m really sorry for giving you such a fright, Ms. Taylor."


    Generally, even when there were guests over, they would not usually wander off the backyard alone, so


    Desmond had never considered the situation of a guest being pursued by the wolfhounds ever


    urring.


    For Amelia''s case, she had to escape from Frank''s clutches and avoid having a random flower carved


    on the back of her hand. She ran out without his permission, so she had no way of getting out of


    Mendelson Residence at all to begin with. Freaking Frank has been sending his men to invite me over


    every day!


    In order to prevent her parents from worrying unnecessarily, she had been waiting outside for the


    Mendelson bodyguards toe and get her. At night, Ronnie would be the one who escorted her back


    home.


    At Mendelson Residence, Frank had ordered her around like a maid and she was expected to do


    everything. Despite fulfilling his requests, he would always find fault with it. Even if shepleted her


    tasks perfectly, he would always be able toe up with some criticism.


    Sometimes, Amelia was so tempted to beat up the ''devil'' while his feet were still hurt and he remained


    immobile. If it was not because of his despicable action, she would not have run off in a haste and went


    into an unknown direction, whichnded her into a trap of wolfhounds. I almost got ripped into pieces,


    God dammit!


    Desmond noticed the resentful look in Amelia''s face and hemented about it to himself too, Master''s


    gone too far. He keeps asking for Ms. Taylor every single day, yet he keepsing up with different


    ways to make life tough for her. Just like what happened earlier! Master must have known and seen all


    about it; he could have just whistled from the window to prevent her from being pounced on and she


    wouldn''t have holes in her shirt now.


    "Ms. Taylor, I''m so sorry. I feel extremely bad about this."


    "Desmond, it''s not your fault."


    In reality, Amelia had received great care in private from Desmond and she was very thankful for his


    kindness. As such, his repeated apologies managed to diffuse her anger slightly because she realized


    that it was not actually his fault.