Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 180 Threats At Barbeque Stall

Denver’s palm was instantly pinned to the table. He was stunned for a moment, only regaining his senses when he saw the bright red liquid gushing out. Immediately after, he was hit by an intense, unbearable pain.

“D*mn it! You f*cker! How dare you stab my hand! Kill him for me! Ah–” Denver’s face was a mix of pain and anger. With a roar, he instantly jolted the nearby youths out of their dazed states.

Almost simultaneously, they smashed their beer bottles, each holding one, their anger directed at Emrys.

Just as they were preparing to make their move, they were suddenly interrupted by a commanding voice. “Let’s see who dares to lay a hand on him!”

Following that, they saw Chandler walking toward them, his face stern and imposing.

Originally, Chandler was quite drunk. However, the commotion startled him, causing him to break out in a sweat, which in turn, evaporated a significant amount of alcohol from his system.

He was usually easy–going, but when he got angry at that moment, he naturally exuded an aura of authority, typical of those in power.

Several flashy youths were clearly frightened, clutching broken wine bottles and daring not to move.

Denver angrily said, “What are you cowards standing around for? Get them! My uncle is the district chief. He’ll cover for us if anything happens. What are you so scared of?”

“Hmph, only a mere district chief. What a grand air you put on! Call your uncle over right now. I’d like to see how he’s going to clean up your mess!” exclaimed Chandler.

Chandler was seething with anger. A mere district chief had the audacity to act so recklessly, allowing his arrogant and overbearing nephew to run amok. Is there no law and order anymore?

Upon seeing Chandler being so bold that he didn’t even fear the district chief, the young men became even more intimidated. They held their beer bottles, hesitating to make a move, which infuriated Denver, who cursed them for their cowardice.

appeared brash and arrogant, in reality, only Denver truly had

Denver, living off his generosity, all it took was a mention of his uncle being the district chief, and those they

concerned Chandler was a big

who had pierced Denver’s palm with a skewer seemed to have

they didn’t dare to make a

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You’ll all affectionately call me Bows when it comes to freeloading food and drinks, but now that there’s trouble, you all are good for nothing! F*ck!” Denver

anger

reach into his pocket, pull out his phone, and dial a

dared to lay a hand on you? Did you mention my name

didn’t believe me. They even asked me to call you over. Unde Morgan, please come quickly. I’m at Lowe’s

for me. I’ll bring people over immediately. I want to see

even cranked up the volume to its maximum. His intention was to instill fear into the young man who had pinned

twirling the stick

owner expressed his concern, saying, “Young man, thank you for stepping in to help… However, we can’t possibly win against them. Perhaps I should offer some compensation to settle this

a heavy

no idea Denver was the nephew of the district chief. It wasn’t until he heard the voice on the phone that

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