EdbertNia Mitchell's face instantly turned grim.
Chicken?
Heh.
This description really is...
As expected, Young Master Peary is truly Young Master Peary.
No mistake, the voice on the phone definitely belonged to Maxwell Peary.
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary's words, Edbert glanced instinctively at Nia Mitchell, who was standing not far away.
She had already cleaned herself up, with several small scratches on her face and neck.
Seems like things were really intense just now.
Seeing Nia Mitchell like this made Edbert's expression even darker.
Damn!
This Fera Hill, he would definitely make her pay the deserved price.
"You said it yourself, it's my venue, what business do you have meddling?"
Edbert was completely unwilling to accept this.
Though he admitted it was his mistake.
But even if he was at fault, it wasn't up to an outsider to come and point fingers.
Thinking of this, Edbert's face turned even gloomier.
"It's your venue, but the one being bullied is my wife."
