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.

the eight hundred White Army soldiers

was

wouldn’t take

command for them to

up by stepping over the Caesar family’s bottom

maniacally. “I heard 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

bragged before that no lady in Quebec would ever reject his son’s advances, so imagine the irony he felt when

Caesar family was curious to see how Abigail

that, the Black family

into trouble, but Abigail mustn’t

a direct

their concerns, Abigail stepped towards Patrick fearlessly and smiled. “I’m Abigail. I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested

pretty ladies are littered all over the city. My

she even look in the mirror?

face, does she even have

Caesar family lambasted her at that

“You’re right! I am not worthy of Timothy, so

I heard was true then – Youngsters from the Black family really are cocky!”