"Take a break? The only thing I want is to tear him into pieces!" Ruth Upperton still simmered with rage.
"Exactly, get that servant out here! Daring to steal my grandchild's woman, he's courting death! Doesn't even weigh a lot but dares to climb up to mingle with international movie stars!" Mellisa Winsor chimed in, fully agreeing.
Aunt Amelia was just a butler; she couldn't control these two elderly ladies at all.
In the moment of uncertainty, Little Ding stepped out from the corner in broad daylight.
Though dressed in a coarse linen garment stained with bits of firewood in the sunshine, he possessed an imposing aura akin to a mountain bearing down on them, unyielding and overwhelming the crowd.
Once he spoke, it seemed as if the BOSS had taken over, inducing fear, "Tear into pieces? Is this the noble conduct expected of the Johnson Family?"
