A distinguished guest to discipline Freddie Jenkins for Molly?
Someone to smash Freddie Jenkins’ humerus with his fist?
He must be out of his mind.
In such a situation, there was nothing to do but bow down!
And yet, this young man chose to stand his ground?
Before even dealing with Freddie Jenkins, he managed to offend another Grandmaster?
As Flynn spoke these words, the room fell silent, then erupted into an uproar.
Everyone could already picture Flynn being hung up and whipped by the two Grandmasters.
A cold smirk lifted the corners of Vivienne Osborn and her grandson’s mouths.
Offending Freddie Jenkins and then his distinguished guest, who just happened to be a Grandmaster.
And not just any Grandmaster, but a mid-tier one at that.
Such a person could kill Flynn with mere chi pressure!
See, this is what real power looks like!
This is what connections are!
I just cut in line, what are you going to do about it?
Did you enjoy hitting my grandmother?
What awaits you is a retaliation a hundred times more severe than that slap!
You still want to smash our mouths?
Better think about how to save your own despicable hands!
Upon hearing Flynn’s words, Molly quickly interjected, “Flynn, let’s just go, please.”
She knew that when Flynn got serious, it meant he was truly angered, and Genevieve was bound to lose face!
Over the years, she had always tried to ease the tension between the sisters, as they had helped her a lot in the past.
But everything changed after their brother died.
Flynn turned to look at Molly, staring into her eyes, “Haven’t you seen it yet? These so-called sisters of yours are just being unreasonable. How long do you plan to endure their nonsense? For a lifetime?”
“Just stand aside, today I will teach her how to speak on behalf of your master!”
Molly didn’t understand her sisters’ mentality, but Flynn, an outsider, saw it clearly.
They knew their brother had sacrificed himself voluntarily to save Molly. If it had been someone else, it might have been just a regrettable incident, and the resentment wouldn’t be so intense.
It’s like rescuing a drowning child; the child is saved, but the rescuer drowns due to exhaustion.
Such news isn’t rare, but how many rescuers’ families would resent the child?
But Genevieve Everett and the others worshipped their brother too much, and their resentment had nowhere else to go but towards Molly.
Purely unreasonable.
Molly was stunned, realizing Flynn was as stubborn as a mule and once he made up his mind, no one could change it.
She reluctantly approached Genevieve Everett and whispered, “Genevieve, you better not get involved in this, or you’ll suffer.”
“Suffer?” Genevieve Everett scoffed contemptuously, “Flynn, as Rose’s top servant, naturally knows some big shots in Niarak.”
“He might be strong for an ordinary person, but he’s still too green to make me suffer!”
Vivienne Osborn nodded in agreement, laughing, “Ms. Everett is Mr. Jenkins’ honored guest, he will naturally preserve your dignity.”
“Besides, you have your own connections, knowing many wealthy family heads, and you are a Grandmaster in Martial Arts.”
“I really can’t understand where this fool gets the audacity to speak such wild words!”
“But thanks to their boss’s connections, he can speak to Orion Kennedy, and yet he’s so arrogant, it’s laughable.”
The tea shop owner also sneered, “Ms. Osborn, that’s not even arrogance anymore, it’s just idiotic gibberish!”
“Don’t forget, before Ms. Everett arrived, he even said that Sovereign Estate Promenade Lane wouldn’t have a place for me in the future!”
In his view, if Flynn had that capability, he would at least be on equal footing with Freddie Jenkins.
People like Orion Kennedy are almost there, but this kid is nowhere close.
“You won’t have a place here?” Genevieve Everett, intrigued by the comment, said, “Well, since he’s made such a bold statement, let’s call Mr. Jenkins over and see whether he respects me or this braggart!”
Vivienne Osborn was suddenly invigorated, having just thought about calling Mr. Jenkins to deal with Flynn. Now that Genevieve Everett had said the same, Flynn was definitely going to crawl away from Promenade Lane today!
With that thought, she immediately walked aside and called Freddie Jenkins.
A cold smile played at the corner of the old lady’s mouth.
Over the decades, she had made quite a few enemies. Who hadn’t been scolded into submission by her?
Fifty years without a match!
She walked through the neighborhood with her nose in the air!
Who didn’t avoid her when they heard her name?
And now this young punk was going to take her down?
Just wait, I’ll sit right here and watch how you beg for mercy and crawl out!
The onlookers shook their heads too.
They envisioned the scene where Freddie Jenkins would appear-Flynn stepping forward to introduce himself, asking Freddie Jenkins to fire Vivienne Osborn and expel the tea shop owner.
Freddie Jenkins, furious, barked, “Who are you?” and Flynn was utterly humiliated!
Molly pleaded, “Genevieve, please stop bothering Flynn. Let’s end it here!”
She didn’t know if Flynn knew Freddie Jenkins.
But Nathan and her grandfather fawned over him, such connections meant even Freddie Jenkins had to show some respect.
Genevieve standing up to him would only result in embarrassment, and the scene would be too awkward.
She would feel embarrassed!
But to her, Molly’s words implied something else.
Molly feared that Freddie Jenkins would punish Flynn, and she couldn’t help while standing there, so she asked her not to continue targeting Flynn.
But was that possible?
Not to mention that she disliked Molly, even if their relationship were normal, based on the last offense, Genevieve Everett wouldn’t agree!
The tea shop owner smiled slyly at Flynn, his voice cold, “Ms. Osborn is serious now, Mr. Jenkins is on his way, don’t chicken out when you see him!”
“Ha… you want to drive me out of Promenade Lane? Let me tell you, the tea shop will be here next year, the year after, and ten years from now!”
“I’m making tons of money, and you? After today, you’ll struggle even to walk!”
“Humph! You dare to hit Ms. Osborn’s grandmother, you’ve really got some nerve!”
“You better kneel in the middle of the street and wait for Mr. Jenkins…”
“Bang!”
“Crack!”
The tea shop owner was still ranting when Flynn kicked his knee, breaking it. The owner fell to his knees, clutching it and wailing in pain.
“Blathering like a fly, do you even have a say here?” Flynn glanced at him impatiently, then turned to Genevieve Everett:
“To me, you’re just like this trash, all talk and no substance. Seeing you ruins my whole day.”
“Remember, if Freddie Jenkins doesn’t kill me today, wherever I am in the future, you won’t even be able to fart, got it?”
The scene fell silent.
Everyone was shocked by Flynn’s crude words.
This guy really doesn’t see the coffin and won’t shed tears!
Even if you can speak to Freddie Jenkins, you can’t be so arrogant!
To hit one of Freddie Jenkins’ clients at Sovereign Estate Promenade Lane, who could tolerate that?
Genevieve Everett’s face turned from pale to dark.
Flynn saying I can’t even fart where he is?
Arrogant!
Presumptuous!
“Fine! But remember this-if you lose face today, wherever I am, you better lie down and stay down! Got it?” Genevieve Everett scoffed.
With her and Freddie Jenkins, two Grandmasters, she was eager to see how Flynn would escape this predicament.
Just as everyone was feeling sorry for Flynn, several burly middle-aged men appeared at the entrance of Sovereign Estate, striding towards them with an imposing air.
Vivienne Osborn recognized the leader at a glance-it was Freddie Jenkins, her boss had arrived!