The Protector Novel

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded at the door. “Ridiculous. Who said my son was brought up in a perfect environment?”

The woman sent an intimidating vibe as she glided into the room. Olivia appeared, looking as regal as a queen.

The difference between Emma and herself was obvious.

Tyrone laughed. “Olivia, I made the best decision of my life when I chose you to be my wife all those years ago.”

Olivia walked in front of Emma and said coldly, “Emma, let me tell you something that might shock the skin off those pathetic bones of yours.”

“My son, Damien, was never brought up in the warm environment of the Garrison residence, like you imagined. From the time he was born, Damien was abandoned at a training ground in the frigid north. During his time in training, he never knew his true identity and the Garrison family never provided him with any help. Instead, we made sure to place all sorts of obstacles in his way to ensure that he grew up strong.”

Olivia continued, “Damien managed to survive those challenges because of his own strength and intelligence. We only accepted him into the family when he came of age and proved himself to be a capable warrior. His achievements surpassed those of others in his generation; no one ever came close to defeating him.”

Olivia went into greater detail. “In order to create challenges for him, the Garrison clan spent tens of billions and lost more than three thousands of our men! Back at the training grounds, there were about eighty other recruits who trained alongside Damien, but only one could emerge alive. Damien was the one who killed off the rest and walked away as the victor!”

…

so shocked that

came of age were even worse than what Levi

even one

training had produced a genius

had to admit that Levi’s achievements paled in comparison to what Damien had

“Do you really think that b*stard son of yours can

Emma remained silent.

son to win, his skills were

to Tyrone and said

reunion would reignite old flames. Emma is so hideous now. Tyrone must be out of his mind to lust

brought her back to kill

you can. There’s no use in keeping

pleaded, “Could the two of you give me some more time? I want to meet my grandchild and make the baby

Zoey’s child

wanted to see the

piteously at