Chapter 67 The Next Forbidden Alpha

• Heather Meadow's gasping was audible only to her. She had been sitting for a few hours, folding her chained legs to mop the luxuriously ornamented wooden floor. Somehow, the story of Heather's fate became very different before she arrived. The image of becoming a powerful and wealthy big lady was gone. Now Heather is enslaved.
• An urn fell and broke after Anderson casually threw it on the floor. Heather raised her face to look at her master, who came down the stairs wearing a lavish gold-patterned robe.
• "Can't you clean better? Do I have to destroy everything in this house for you to understand, huh?" roared Anderson, his eyes flashing angrily. Heather immediately turned scared and pale. She remained silent when Anderson crouched down to grip her jaw and then threw her hard backward.