The Protector

“By the way, where’s the person who slapped my father?” Patrick Caesar, Richard’s son, asked in a cold voice.

When he and his siblings heard that their father was slapped in the face, they almost launched their attack that very day.

After all, this was something completely unacceptable to the Caesar family.

This is absolutely preposterous!

How dare someone slap the Richard Caesar?

Simply unbelievable.

“I did it!”

Russell stepped forward and stared at Patrick bravely.

“Hah! Very well then! An insolent fool like you dares to slap my father?!” Patrick bellowed.

“Indeed, I was the one who slapped him! He asked someone to slap me, so I slapped him back to return the favor! An eye for an eye.”

Russell stared at Patrick fearlessly.

family as the eight hundred

honor, so slapping Richard was akin to showing

take

for them to rip

up by

that the Black family’s younger generation are all boastful little brats, and I got to see that for myself today! By the way, where’s that girl, Abigail? Who does she think she is to

bragged before that no lady in Quebec would ever reject his son’s advances, so imagine

Caesar family was curious to see

that, the

trouble, but Abigail mustn’t get involved

direct

Abigail stepped towards Patrick fearlessly and smiled. “I’m Abigail.

“Not bad! However, you’re not worthy of my son. Brilliant ladies are hard to find, but pretty ladies are littered all over the city. My son can get a

she even look in the mirror? How

her pretty face, does she even have anything

family lambasted her

turned into a contemptuous one as she snorted, “You’re right! I am not worthy of Timothy, so

Youngsters from the Black