Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Conflict

In the middle of their conversation,

a piece of paper floated out from the store.

Violeta took a step forward, picked it up, and glanced at it. She saw a few words scribbled on it.

Wally Houle most likely wrote it.

At first glance, the writing was truly atrocious.

Before, Cyril had criticised Sophia's writing as mere scribbles. Compared to her writing, Wally would receive a good scolding.

"Whether you agree to sell it or not, you will sell it today!"

A gruff voice emanated from within the shop. Violeta discarded the paper and stepped inside.

Inside, the young asisstant stood in front of Cyril, who was clearly upset. The shop was in disarray, with items scattered and broken everywhere.

The man in his twenties sitting on a chair by the shelves was likely Mr. Wally, the heir of the Houles.

Cyril was stubborn as ever. He declared, "Your handwriting is unworthy of my pens. Even if you beat me to death today, I won't make a custom pen for you." Wally was infuriated by his claim. He retorted, "Fine! You're still being stubborn? Boys, give him a good beating!"

"Yes, Mr. Wally!"

A few servants stepped forward, raising their fists, ready to beat Cyril.

"Stop it!"

blocked their path. She said, "You can't

an elderly man. If he got hurt, who would Violeta turn to for

servants paused and lowered their

occupied the chair, paused. Wally eyed Violeta, captivated by

"Who I am is none of your concern. Is there no law here? You can't

appraising her with a hint of amusement. He asked, "Law? Here, the Houles are the

find the words

she had met with such arrogance was Nyla

she lowered her eyes and

didn't want to involve outsiders. He warned Violeta, "You shouldn't

was surprised by Cyril's concern that the old

his sharp tongue, he had a protective

worry, they can't

"Oh, such big talk."

at Violeta. He asked, "Who are you to this old man? Why are you standing up for him? You look quite appealing to me.

Violeta furrowed.

wonder you're such a disgrace. No matter

servants widened their

being called a disgrace

was enraged. He commanded, "Beat this old man to death! Hit him until

"Yes, Mr. Wally!"

The servants charged forward.

She swung it left and

"Arghh!"

Whoosh!

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