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.

enraged the entire Caesar family as the eight hundred White Army soldiers

Richard was akin to

wouldn’t take that lying

for them to rip Russell

by stepping over the Caesar 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

in Quebec would ever reject his son’s advances, so

entire Caesar family was curious

the Black

into trouble, but Abigail mustn’t get involved in

direct descendant of the Black

towards Patrick fearlessly and smiled. “I’m Abigail. I’m sorry, but I’m

Brilliant ladies are hard to find, but pretty ladies are littered all over the city. My son

she even look in the mirror? How dare she

pretty face, does she

family lambasted

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

Youngsters from the Black family really are cocky!” Patrick