Chapter 362
Chapter 362:
“Fernanda, we’ve brought the guys who attacked your brother. Do you want to see them?” he asked.
Fernanda nodded. “Bring them in p>
They were about Kevin’s age, their injuries less severe but still evident. The leader of the group, standing at the front, caught sight of Kevin. His expression darkened, and without warning, he lunged, fist raised. Kevin, his head still foggy, froze, watching the punch hurtle toward him. Yet, the blow never landed. Fernanda had already grabbed the boy’s collar, stopping him mid-strike.
“Still eager to fight?” she asked, her voice icy.
The boy’s eyes widened at the sight of her, but his shock quickly turned to anger. He reached for her long hair in retaliation.
“Don’t!” Kevin shouted, panic snapping him out of his daze.
The room erupted into chaos as the other boys began shouting, their voices spilling into the hallway and alerting Soren. Worried, Soren rushed back in, only to find one of the boys pinned beneath the crystal coffee table, Fernanda’s foot planted firmly on his back. Fernanda cast a quick glance at Soren, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“He’s a stubborn one,” she said coolly. “No wonder my brother had such a hard time with him p>
Her casual reference to Kevin as “brother” sent an unexpected jolt through him, his heart racing.
Soren raised his hand, and his men stepped forward, quickly restraining the group of boys.
“Do you even know who I am?” the boy under the table shouted, his bravado unshaken.
Fernanda had grown accustomed to such empty bravado during her time in Zhota, and now it barely fazed her.
“I don’t care who you are. You hit my brother, so you’ll apologize,” she said dismissively.
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“Apologize? To him?” The boy spat on the floor, his face twisted with contempt. “He doesn’t deserve it p>
“If you won’t apologize willingly, I’ll make you do it,” Fernanda replied, her voice as steady as ever. “This started with you, and you’re the one at fault p>
The truth was simple: the boy had insulted Erika, and Kevin had stepped in to defend her. The blame fell squarely on the boy.
“You don’t scare me!” The boy, no older than fifteen, smirked with the arrogance of someone untouchable. Fernanda stepped closer, glaring at him.
He met her eyes defiantly, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m from the Reed family in Litdence. If you lay a hand on me, you’ll vanish without a trace p>
Fernanda came to an abrupt stop, her thoughts spinning.
The mention of the Reed family in Litdence left her puzzled. Could this boy be related to Cristian? And more importantly, did Cristian even know he had such an obnoxious young relative?
Noticing her hesitation, the boy smirked, clearly assuming his family name intimidated her.