Yet standing there like she had more dignity than anyone behind those gates.
Inside the mansion balcony above them, several servants had quietly gathered to watch.
One whispered nervously,
“She’s finished…”
Another murmured,
“Mr. Kingston will fire her immediately if he finds out.”
But the maid still didn’t move.
The guard suddenly grabbed her arm violently.
“You think you’re special because you pity trash?”
The beggar’s expression changed instantly.
Cold.
Dangerously cold.
For one terrifying second, the security guard unknowingly stared into the real eyes of billionaire Alexander Kingston—the man whose signature controlled half the city’s real estate market.
And Alexander nearly broke character right there.
The maid winced in pain but lifted her chin stubbornly.
“Let me go.”
Instead, the guard shoved her backward hard enough that the plate of fruit crashed against the stone driveway.
Apples rolled across the ground.
The maid hit the pavement painfully.
Several servants gasped.
The beggar moved instinctively.
Too fast.
Much too fast for a starving old man.
He caught her before her head struck the stone.
The guard frowned immediately.
Something about that reaction felt wrong.
The beggar slowly helped the maid stand.
“Are you hurt?” he asked quietly.
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