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.

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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

elderly

to for a tom

and

who occupied the chair, paused. Wally eyed Violeta, captivated by her beauty. Wally

“Who I am is none of your concern. Is there no

a hint of

the law!”

Violeta could

couldn’t find the words to rebuke him.

last person she had met with such arrogance was

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warned Violeta, “You shouldn’t

that the old man was looking out for the youngster.

his sharp tongue, he had a protective side, which changed her opinion of him slightly.

worry, they can’t

such big talk.”

are you standing up for him? You look quite

Violeta furrowed.

you’re such a disgrace. No matter how much wealth you inherit,

their eyes in shock.

hated being called a disgrace the most.

enough, Wally was enraged. He commanded, “Beat this old man to death! Hit

“Yes, Mr. Wally!”

charged forward.

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

“Arghh!”

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