"Mmph—" Seeing Sydney Sawyer, Chester Sawyer wriggled ceaselessly, as if he'd just seen his savior.
At that moment, Sydney Sawyer was also hurrying over. "Mr. Sharp, this is my brother."
"Brother?" Ryder Sharp raised an eyebrow. "This stalker?"
Chester gritted his teeth. 'Bullying me because I can't talk? Despicable!'
"Really, he's my brother..."
Ryder glanced at the scrawny kid in his grasp. 'He's as thin as a weed, not like he could get away anyway.'
His grip loosened, and Chester could finally breathe. He lunged toward Sydney, feeling aggrieved.
But then—
Before he could even reach her...
He got a light kick to the ass.
"Stay put!"
Chester wanted to cry. 'A kick to the ass? That's so humiliating!'
He whipped his head around to look at Ryder Sharp, intending to retort forcefully:
"Who the fuck are you!"
But when he met Ryder's dark, bottomless eyes, his courage failed him. Still, he straightened his back and adjusted his clothes.
'Can't lose my composure!'
