From the moment Xavier Caldwell arrived at the Hamilton family, Odin Hamilton had been holding back his anger.
At today’s birthday party, Maisie Carlisle repeatedly humiliated the Hamilton family, and Odin Hamilton’s rage shot up like a rocket.
Now, seeing Harriet Hamilton being struck, he could no longer contain himself and felt compelled to seek justice from Maisie Carlisle!
This was too much!
“Maisie Carlisle!”
A furious shout echoed through the hall.
The hall instantly fell silent, and everyone was stunned when they saw Odin Hamilton, his face murderous, striding towards Maisie Carlisle.
Fear appeared in their eyes.
This… this guy was courting death!
“Brother, don’t!” Harriet Hamilton also rushed out of the makeup room, chasing after him.
“Protect my daughter!” Zion commanded in a low voice, and Xavier Caldwell, along with two Grandmasters, teleported away.
Flynn frowned and stood up.
“Shall we help?” Rose asked.
Flynn nodded: “Yes, our people, there’s no need to let them be bullied.”
“Alright! Together!” Rose and Flynn walked forward.
Madeline thought everyone had gone mad.
Flynn causing trouble was one thing, but Rose joining in the commotion?
The three-family alliance was already too much to handle, and now they were offending Zion as well?
Go ahead!
After all, with Layla’s funds coming in, the Sharp’s Group was doomed anyway.
Just do it!
Whether they died sooner or later, it made no difference; it wasn’t worth another day or two.
“Miss, it seems there’s a commotion up ahead, shall we go and see?” Kimber, noticing the chaos, turned to ask.
Layla took a sip of her tea, indifferent: “What’s there to see? They won’t really fight.”
“True.” Kimber sat down.
This was Lysander King’s place.
Who would dare to cause trouble?
Odin Hamilton seeking trouble with Maisie Carlisle was like humiliating himself; would he dare to make a move?
Ha, Flynn was even going over there, hoping to stand up for his friend?
My, how bold.
Two ants, what waves could they make against the Hussain family?
Just now, when Zion spared your life, you were too scared to even lift your head, and now you’ve recovered?
Maisie Carlisle, carrying a clay pot, stopped walking when she heard someone shouting her name and turned to see Odin Hamilton rushing towards her, frowning:
“Is my name something you can call?”
She was not scared at all, in fact, she was angry.
A mere bug, the little princess of Pelens didn’t even consider him.
“On what grounds do you hit my sister!” Odin Hamilton clenched his fists, demanding.
Xavier Caldwell quickly stood next to Maisie Carlisle.
Maisie Carlisle blinked, frowning: “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“Am I someone you can bark at?”
Xavier Caldwell also squinted at Odin Hamilton, his face mocking.
Like a boxer watching a five-year-old child shouting, he found it amusing.
Niarak, this little place is really strange, producing oddballs everywhere; a single party actually brought out two hotheads.
Harriet Hamilton pulled on Odin Hamilton’s clothes, dragging him back: “Brother, Maisie didn’t hit me, I fell myself, please go back to your seat.”
“Harriet, let go! Today I’ll risk everything to argue this out!” Odin Hamilton removed Harriet Hamilton’s hand and shouted at Maisie Carlisle:
“Why hit my sister, why steal her gift!”
Xavier Caldwell’s mocking expression disappeared, a hint of killing intent appearing on his face: “Kid, are you deaf? She admitted she fell herself, and you’re still here shouting?”
“The Elixir of Vigor is immensely valuable, keeping it with her might tempt others.”
“Miss Maisie concerns herself with Miss Harriet’s safety, planning to hold it close to her master for protection, to return it to her once they return to Pelens.”
“All in good intention, how did it turn into theft in your mouth?”
“Miss Harriet, am I right?”
Xavier Caldwell turned to look at Harriet Hamilton, his eyes narrowing slightly, the threat implicit.
Though a servant of Zion, he held no regard for Harriet Hamilton.
This girl was just a tool for an alliance.
Harriet Hamilton, her eyes filled with reluctance, bit her lip: “Xavier Caldwell is right…”
Before she could finish speaking, a voice interrupted:
“Harriet’s belongings don’t need the protection of the Hussain family! Hand it back immediately!”
Flynn walked over, looking directly at Maisie Carlisle.
The room erupted in shock.
The attendees were no fools and naturally did not believe Xavier Caldwell’s recent statement; they knew Maisie Carlisle had stolen The Elixir of Vigor.
But she was Zion’s little princess!
Who would dare expose this lie?
To put it bluntly, even if she publicly stole your The Elixir of Vigor, who would dare to say no to the Hussain family?
Now, Xavier Caldwell’s excuse was meant to leave room for both sides.
Would Flynn just let it slide, persuading Odin Hamilton to leave and even trying to take back The Elixir of Vigor?
Sure enough, upon hearing Flynn’s words, Maisie Carlisle’s temper flared.
She snorted, “You mean, you want to interfere in our family matters?”
Hearing this, everyone involuntarily gasped.
That accusation was too severe.
Zion had already acknowledged Harriet Hamilton as his daughter, and at the end of the day, this incident was a matter of the Hussain family.
Flynn, a lowly commoner, dared to make gestures, effectively meddling in Lysander King’s family affairs.
If Flynn persisted, the consequences were clear.
Rose calmly stated, “We respect any decision by Harriet, but we won’t allow anyone to force her into anything.”
“Harriet’s right cheek is bright red, her head is bleeding, and she keeps holding her stomach; it looks like she’s injured there too.”
“How could she have fallen like this? Perhaps Ms. Carlisle could explain?”
Zion had been sitting calmly at the table because as long as Xavier Caldwell was present, no one would dare touch Maisie Carlisle.
But upon hearing this, he stopped his tea-drinking hand and frowned.
Were Rose and Flynn deliberately trying to embarrass the Hussain family?
Couldn’t this be resolved privately?
In fact, Zion was not only annoyed with Rose and Flynn but also a bit angry with Maisie Carlisle.
It wasn’t because she stole The Elixir of Vigor, but because Maisie Carlisle was too hasty. Couldn’t she have waited until after the party?
The child was too impetuous!
Alas! It was all due to spoiling her.
In Pelens, she was a respected little princess, the most distinguished person present today. Naturally, she wouldn’t consider others’ feelings, taking whatever she wanted directly.
No one dared to object.
Just like an emperor’s daughter, whatever she wanted on the street, she would just stuff it into her carriage.
Who would dare to stop her?
But today was special; he still needed Harriet Hamilton for a marriage alliance. He couldn’t afford a fallout.
Let Harriet Hamilton keep The Elixir of Vigor for now, and leave it behind when she gets married.
As for Flynn and Rose, if they dared to disrespect his daughter, they would face the wrath of the Hussain family afterward!
Zion stood up and walked toward his daughter, feeling it necessary to intervene and settle the matter.
“How did she fall?” Maisie Carlisle, startled by Rose’s question, replied irritably, “Why don’t you ask her? Why come to me?”
“And you, where did this lowly woman come from, trying to frame me for hitting her, right?”
“Hehe, a bunch of bold peasants, daring to slander me, thinking the Hussain family is easy to bully?”
“Not to mention that Harriet Hamilton gave me The Elixir of Vigor, even if I had taken it, so what?”
“They are from such a lowly background, with such poor taste, even giving The Elixir of Vigor to someone like Flynn is a waste!”
“You people, only fit to smear on those few-dollar…”
Snap!
Maisie Carlisle was in full stride when Flynn slapped her across the face, silencing her instantly and sending her tumbling to the side.
If not for Xavier Caldwell’s quick reflexes, Maisie Carlisle would have flown.
Dead silence filled the room!
Madness!
This boy had gone mad, striking Lysander King Zion’s little princess!
Boom!
Zion’s presence exploded with fury.
A majestic aura swept over the room, rapidly dropping the temperature to freezing, the icy chill penetrating to the bone.
Everyone shivered uncontrollably.
Lysander King was thoroughly enraged!
“You dare hit my daughter?” Zion glared at Flynn, his eyes blazing with fury.
On the back of his clenched hand, a black dragon pattern slowly emerged.
The black dragon scales glimmered eerily, its blood-red eyes wide and menacing, its chilling gaze seeming to freeze the soul, sending shivers down one’s spine!