My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively-Chapter 258: Madam! Madam?

A loud bang...

Summer Shawcross dropped both the box and the phone from her hands in fright, collapsing to the floor with legs like jelly.

Her already fair face was now deathly pale, drained of any color, filled with an expression of terror...

She clutched her chest with one hand, trying hard to steady her breath.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head again, her face still etched with horror, looking back at the box she had thrown away.

A bloody severed hand had already fallen out of the box.

Summer’s heart tightened once more, and she quickly covered her mouth, still shaken.

She could never have imagined that the box would contain something so frightening!

If she had a heart condition, she thought she would have been done for by now...

Just as Summer was still in shock, someone suddenly knocked on the door from outside.

"Ma’am! Ma’am?" came the urgent voice of the guards from outside.

Summer paused for a moment, just about to get up to open the door when she heard a loud bang!

...

—Crash!

...

The tightly shut door was violently kicked open from the outside.

Summer was stunned, another shock visible on her face...

"Ma’am, are you okay?" Several guards hurriedly rushed in from outside, asking Summer with tense expressions.

Seeing Summer sitting on the floor unscathed, the guards finally let out a temporary sigh of relief.

Summer looked up at the suddenly appearing group of guards, with a somewhat bewildered expression on her face.

She hadn’t expected that they would arrive so quickly after she barely managed to scream...

"I... I’m okay..." she mouthed, quickly responding.

As she spoke, one of the guards had already noticed the box on the ground, along with the ’bloody hand,’ and quickly went over, picking them up and examining them closely. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Seeing the guard’s action, Summer was once again startled, just about to say something when the guard’s voice spoke up.

"Ma’am, this hand is fake!"

"Fake?" At these words, Summer’s pale face shifted once more.

The bloody hand she had just glimpsed indeed seemed real.

Moreover, she could have sworn she smelled the scent of blood.

"Yes, Ma’am, it’s a very realistic imitation. If you don’t pick it up yourself, it’s hard to tell." The guard nodded and continued.

The fake hand was so realistically crafted—including the intricate details of the hand’s texture—that it’s not surprising it startled someone.

Listening to the guard’s words, Summer’s nerves, so taut from fear, eased a little.

"So, that’s not blood?" she asked, still puzzled, as she distinctly remembered the bloody smell.

The guard looked down at the severed hand in his own hand, sniffed it again, and then spoke.

"It’s dye, but they’ve added some blood-scented essence. This prank toy is quite expensive, not something an average person could afford."

"I see..." With the guard’s explanation, Summer breathed a long sigh of relief, realizing it was just a prank!

She couldn’t help but recall the time she encountered that chubby kid at the hotel entrance, and there was a man chasing after him, calling him ’young master’... It seemed he was from a wealthy family, so being able to afford such prank toys wasn’t surprising.