"You dare to insult me? Come, beat her up for me!" The fatty had brought his bodyguard with him today and flew into a rage the moment he heard Molly's words, flailing his chubby arms and ordering an attack.
"Young Master, the Master has instructed you to keep low profile these days and not cause any more trouble." A middle-aged man who looked like a butler was following the fatty; upon hearing the fatty's order, he quickly stepped forward to dissuade him.
"Slap—" Furious at being obstructed, the fatty raised his hand and slapped the man's face, his visage filled with an aggressive viciousness unbecoming of a child.
"How dare such a lowly servant try to stop me? If I say hit, you hit! If you don't help me beat these two to death, I'll have the bodyguard kill you!"
Evelyn Sherman frowned tightly when she heard such words coming out of a child's mouth.
She reached out to shield Harry and Molly behind her.
