Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

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!"

and blocked their path.

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

servants paused and lowered

captivated by her beauty.

of your concern. Is there

of amusement. He asked, "Law? Here, the

couldn't find the

she had met with such arrogance

and turned to help Cyril to his

want to involve outsiders. He warned Violeta, "You

that the old man was looking

tongue, he had a protective side, which changed her opinion of him

they

"Oh, such big talk."

this old man? Why are you standing up for him? You look quite appealing to me. If you're his

Violeta furrowed.

such a disgrace. No matter how much wealth you inherit, one day

servants widened

employer hated being called a disgrace the

"Beat this old man to death! Hit him until he

"Yes, Mr. Wally!"

The servants charged forward.

pulled Cyril aside. She grabbed a broken plank from the wreckage. She swung it left and right, sending

"Arghh!"

Whoosh!