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Chapter 45: No One Can Simply Touch What’s Mine

Olivier sharpened his gaze. "Otto, bring me the surveillance video."

"Yes, sir."

Otto left to do as he was told.

Snow was trembling with fear. She truly hadn't expected that there would be a security camera.

Larry thought that she was trembling with anger and hurriedly comforted her. "Don't worry, once the

surveillance video is here, I'll definitely get her to apologise to you."

"Apologise to her?" Gwenda thought in amusement, "Once the surveillance video gets here, I don't

think I'll be the one apologising."

...

Snow's face was deathly pale and she said nothing.

Soon, Otto brought the surveillance video over.

Olivier didn't even bother to watch it. He simply asked Otto to hand it to Larry.

Larry took it, thinking that he could find a reason to teach Gwenda a lesson. But upon reviewing the

surveillance video, his face darkened and he stared at Snow in disbelief. "You..."

Snow was so scared that she started crying, but she still tried to argue. "Uncle, even if I did strike first,

she took it too far. Look at my wound... it hurts so bad..."

This time, Larry ignored her. After all, the proof was right in front of him. He could no longer believe

anything that she was saying.

At the same time, he was also regretting his earlier attitude. He should not have been so aggressive.

He thought that he could get Olivier to owe him one, but now he was the one who was at fault.

Wonderful. He went for wool and came home shorn.

When his thoughts reached this point, Larry glared at Snow with bitter frustration. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The situation had become awkward.

Olivier suddenly laughed out loud. His wintry eyes gazed upon Snow as he said in a chilling voice,

"Miss Green, perhaps you do not know of my temper. But one does not simply touch what is mine."

"Mr. Petit..."

Snow was frightened by his fierce aura.

Larry was likewise afraid. He had just tentatively said, "Mr. Petit, this—" before he got cut off.

"You should be glad that Gwenda wasn't injured today. Otherwise, you may not be standing here safe

and sound."

Olivier's face had already been frosty since the beginning of this incident, but now it was downright

frigid. As a matter of fact, the air was tinged with a dangerous sense of violence.

Snow was so scared that her face had turned as white as sheet. She hid behind Larry, all the while

trembling with fear.

Larry struggled to put a smile on his face as he pleaded on his niece's behalf. "Mr. Petit, my niece was

insensible and had offended Miss Evans. I'm terribly sorry for that. But since Miss Evans is not hurt,

and my niece has learned her lesson, could we let bygones be bygones? I'll bring her to visit you one

day to ensure that a proper apology is given. Thus, I hope that you and Miss Evans will be merciful in

regards to this matter."

"What do you think, Gwenda?"

Ignoring Larry, Olivier turned to Gwenda and spoke to her gently.

Gwenda was thrown into disarray by the way he called her name and could not react properly in time.

...

Larry thought that Gwenda did not want to let this matter go and looked at her pleadingly, "Miss

Evans..."

Gwenda returned to her senses and gazed at the Greens with cold eyes.

"Oh, well, I didn't suffer any losses from this. No point making things difficult from them." Gwenda

thought nonchalantly.

"Let's go."

Gwenda said impassively to Olivier, who nodded and left with her in his arms.

...

The moment they left, Snow burst into aggrieved tears.

...

Larry was furious at her reaction. Glaring at her, he barked, "You still have the audacity to cry now? You

have disgraced me! I've never seen anyone cause trouble the way you just did. A good, proper

banquet has gone to waste because of you! When we get back, I'll have your dad ground you for a

month!"