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.

elderly man.

would Violeta turn to for a tom pen?

paused and lowered their

chair, paused. Wally eyed Violeta, captivated by her beauty. Wally asked, “And who might you

Is there no law here? You

with a hint of amusement. He asked,

the law!”

Violeta could

words

she had met with such arrogance was Nyla at the

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involve outsiders. He warned Violeta, “You shouldn’t get involved. They have more people. You’re

was surprised by Cyril’s concern that the old man

a protective side, which changed her opinion of him slightly.

worry, they can’t hurt me.”

big

in his gaze as he looked at Violeta. He asked, “Who are you to this old man? Why are you standing up for him? You look quite

Violeta furrowed.

No matter

widened their eyes in shock.

being called a disgrace the most.

old man to death!

“Yes, Mr. Wally!”

servants charged

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

“Arghh!”

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