Lucille Zellweger's eyes went red in an instant. She stared at Oliver Charles, speaking out, "Oliver Charles, if you want to hit someone, hit me instead!"
After saying that, she closed her eyes.
Oliver Charles stared at her stunning face, his jaw clenched.
His gaze then fell on Wesley Charles.
He produced a bitter smile, but before he could make a move, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded, "Oliver Charles, what are you doing?!"
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Upon hearing this voice, Eve Thompson looked over, only to see a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, rushing over hastily.
She was frowning, her hair tied up at the back of her head, and she wore a camel-colored trench coat, emitting an aura of elegance.
Her cheeks were almost wrinkle-free, and if you didn't look close enough, you wouldn't be able to guess her age. She was well-preserved.
At this moment, she came hurrying over in her high heels, grabbed Oliver Charles's arm, and physically separated him from Lucille and Wesley.
