The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 580

Andrius‘ words stunned everyone in the hall.

Andrius Moonshade…

He was from a small town like Sumeria. He was just the useless son–in–law of the Crestfalls. How dare he order Renault, a former member of the Southern Warzone, to slap Deacon Hewitt, the person in charge of the most powerful family in the capital? Even a sneeze from Deacon could cause a typhoon to sweep through the capital.

It was like sending a man to confront a wild tiger. He would only be beaten on the spot!

How dare he?

Where did he get the audacity?

How could he be so bold?

Although the Conerys were shocked, they still had some concerns.

After all, since Renault already made one mistake, there might be a second or even a third time…

Jane’s expression immediately darkened as she rebuked, “Andrius Moonshade, stop talking nonsense here. We won’t stop you if you want to die, but go to hell someplace far from us, and don’t drag us down with you. Also…”

“Renault, Andrius is a fool from the countryside. He was born with a few screws loose in his brain. Don’t listen to his nonsense, or I won’t spare

hit you to discipline you. It’s because he looks fondly upon you. Don’t be ungrateful and hurry up and thank Master Hewitt,

this time, also shouted. “Renault, hurry up

“Renault…”

Everyone warned Renault.

Andrius‘ words. Without waiting for the Conerys to finish speaking, he shouted, “Get out of my way. This has nothing to do with

and patted his face with disdain. “Come on, little brat. Hit me! Hit me hard! I’ll look down on you if you don’t hit

He was

Renault clenched his fists tightly until

suppressing his anger.

again, his tone still indifferent, “Renault, if you’re a man, then you should boldly go up

the Conerys shake their heads, thinking that he

almost burst into

dominance of the Wolf King was undeniable. If her guess was correct, someone was about

enough, the next second, Renault slowly approached Deacon

“Heh…”

Deacon’s face intensified as he brought his face closer to Renault, pointing constantly,” Come on.

Hit me, you