The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1770 Saving Might Be the Wrong Move

As Tracy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the intrusive thoughts, a sudden gust of wind swept through the air. Though it was a crisp autumn day, she felt as if she had fallen into a freezing cavern.

Quickening her pace, she eventually broke into a jog, desperate to shake off the ominous feeling. Yet, no matter how fast she moved, the sensation of being watched clung to her like a shadow, making her heart pound and beads of sweat form on her forehead.

Before long, she finally reached a well-lit area where there was a security guard.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a hand tapped her on the shoulder. Tracy jumped and panicked. "Don't come for me! I had nothing to do with it!"

The man behind her frowned and replied, "Tracy, what's wrong?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Tracy exhaled deeply. "You scared me to death! I kept feeling like someone was following me."

The man, Malcolm Dwain, was old enough to be Tracy's father. He was clearly in his late 40s and had a noticeable belly.

But Tracy didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She even stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. "I was so scared. Can't you spend more time with me these days?"

"I can't right now. You know the school is dealing with that huge incident. I have to be there to manage things," Malcolm said as he looked around to check if anyone was looking.

Tracy pouted. "Then you'd better help me with my thesis."

Malcolm's hand slid to her waist, his breath growing heavier. "Come to my office when you need help."

But Tracy couldn't shake her unease. "Stacey took that photo of us in your office. I—"

Before she could finish, Malcolm clamped a hand over her mouth. "Don't ever mention that to anyone!"