Chapter 293

The man standing outside was momentarily stunned. His fingers tightened around the railing, and he immediately asked, "Are you Layla's daughter?" "It's none of your business, you filthy beggar. Go away!" Hazel replied with clear hostility. Behind the iron bars, the man's expression changed. "Miss, can we talk? I need to ask you something." "No interest," Hazel said, grabbing Aunt Sao's arm disdainfully. "Ignore him." As Hazel walked away, the stranger's gaze remained fixed on the person retreating, and then he looked at the Smith family's villa. A gleam of greed flashed in his eyes—an unmistakable gleam of greed. Collapsing onto the sofa, Hazel found her mood even worse after the encounter. "Aunt," she ordered firmly, "If you see that man again, throw him out immediately. Don't even recognize him." "But Miss, he knew Madam Layla. Could he be someone she knows?" Hazel let out a sarcastic laugh. "As if my mother would associate with such poverty-stricken scum. He's obviously some beggar