Charles Taylor scrambled to his feet and immediately ran to the legs of the noble lady emerging from the crowd.
He threw himself into the noble lady's arms, wailing, tears and snot mingling together.
The noble lady, dressed exquisitely and elegantly, seeing her beloved nephew crying like this,
didn't care about her own expensive dress and directly picked up her nephew, holding him in her arms to comfort him.
"Oh, oh, Paul, don't cry, aunt is here... tell your aunt, who is the blind fool that bullied you, and I will avenge you."
The spoiled child was waiting for these words. With a face that had cried into a mess, he turned his head towards Lily.
Pointing a finger, he said, "Her! It was her who bullied me!"
The beautiful woman holding Charles Taylor followed the direction of his pointing finger...
A moment later, her hands slipped, and the spoiled child in her arms fell onto the floor with a thud.
"Wow... Paul, that hurts!"
*
In a lounge upstairs in the banquet hall.
