Not a Bodyguard

The door of the storeroom was kicked open. Timothy looked over with a hopeful expression. However, the person who had entered was not a bodyguard, but the expressionless Lucille. He was done for. When Lucille walked into the storage room, she saw that Yoshua was beating Timothy violently. The sound of his fists hitting flesh was muffled and firm. There was the faint sound of bones breaking. Timothy was beaten so hard that he almost puked. He had no strength to fight back. Lucille raised an eyebrow and did not stop him. Yoshua didn't stop until Timothy was beaten to the brink of death. He took the brocade box back from Timothy's pocket and icily threw it into the trash can. After getting touched by Timothy's dirty hands, it wasn't worthy of being a gift for Lucille. Yoshua turned around and walked out with a gloomy face. He didn't hesitate at all. Despite that, when he passed by Lucille, he held her wrist as if she was his child. "Yoshua," Lucille suddenly called out. "Give me a second.