Spoiled by Mr Russell

Chapter 1049

Ralph saw the gate open before his eyes and wondered if Heather had finally decided to let him in.

Now that she had finally opened the gate, Ralph hesitated. ‘I’ve scolded her for so long. Is she trying to

lure me in so she can attack me inside?’ Thinking so, he grew scared but did not want to appear as a

coward.

He chuckled coldly toward the surveillance camera. “Why? Must I enter if you open the gate? I simply

won’t! Why should I do what you want me to do? I’m telling you, Heather, I’ve had enough!

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“I let you do what you want because you’re the daughter of the Riggs family, but I’m somebody from the

Russel family, and you've gone too far lately. I won’t entertain you anymore!” Ralph turned to leave.

Meanwhile, in the living area, Chump saw Ralph heading toward his car, lowering his head slightly.

“Miss, should I bring him inside?”

Heather curled her lips, and Chump knowingly went away. There was a vroom of a motorcycle as it

raced away.

Outside the gate, Ralph was genuinely leaving. Firstly, he had scolded her, so he knew she must be up

to no good by letting him in. Secondly, he always accommodated her, so he wanted her to be in his

shoes this time.

He wanted to know what Heather would do if he refused to go in as she wanted. He counted on her to

look for him so he would not have to keep going to her.

He brushed the dirt off him and walked toward the parked car near the gate. However, Ralph barely

took a few steps when he heard a vroom and looked over his shoulder. He saw someone riding fast

toward him.

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The motorcycle alarmed him as he broke into a run. He could not see who the motorcyclist was, but he

sensed danger. Ralph ran to his car, but something swished over his head and tightened around his

waist before he could grasp the door handle.

Ralph looked down and saw a rope tied around his waist. The rope pulled him back before he could

react, and he tumbled heavily on the ground.

“Ptui!” Ralph spat the dirt in his mouth and turned around to loosen the rope. However, the motorcyclist

had already turned and headed back toward the gate.

“Let me go! Who the f*ck are you, A-hole? Let go! Heather…” He struggled desperately but only for a

short while.

The rope hauled Ralph along as the motorcycle sped away. Of course, it hurt to get dragged along the

gritty ground as he desperately scrambled to his feet but kept falling, too exhausted to protest.