The Protector Novel

“By the way, where’s the person who slapped my father?” Patrick Caesar, Richard’s son, asked in a cold voice.

When he and his siblings heard that their father was slapped in the face, they almost launched their attack that very day.

After all, this was something completely unacceptable to the Caesar family.

This is absolutely preposterous!

How dare someone slap the Richard Caesar?

Simply unbelievable.

“I did it!”

Russell stepped forward and stared at Patrick bravely.

“Hah! Very well then! An insolent fool like you dares to slap my father?!” Patrick bellowed.

“Indeed, I was the one who slapped him! He asked someone to slap me, so I slapped him back to return the favor! An eye for an eye.”

Russell stared at Patrick fearlessly.

the eight hundred White Army

a matter of honor, so slapping Richard was akin to showing the Caesar

wouldn’t take

command for

time, Russell really messed up by stepping over the

maniacally. “I heard that the Black family’s younger generation are all boastful little brats, and I got to see that for myself today! By the way, where’s that girl, Abigail? Who does she think

before that no lady in Quebec would ever reject his son’s advances, so

family was curious to see

the

Russell gets into trouble, but Abigail mustn’t

she’s a direct

concerns, Abigail stepped towards Patrick fearlessly and smiled. “I’m Abigail. I’m sorry, but I’m really not

hard to find, but pretty ladies are littered all over the city. My son can get a pretty lady any time he wants, so of course, there’s no way you’re fit

she even look in

from her pretty face, does

lambasted her

one as she snorted, “You’re right! I am not worthy of Timothy, so why

heard was true then – Youngsters from the Black family really are cocky!” Patrick