Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 75

They never expected that the idiot they were used to pushing around would suddenly become a force to be reckoned with. He had taken the toy away with one quick motion.

“Beat him! Beat him now! Make sure you beat him up!”

Matteo watched as the chubby child and the children he was playing with charged towards him.

You want to fight?

He really doesn’t know who he’s up against. I haven’t fought in a while. When I was in the preschool overseas, I would send every child in my taekwondo class crashing to the mat.

Matteo hitched up his sleeves. He launched a flying kick effortlessly and his opponent collapsed to the ground.

Crap!

The chubby child was utterly stunned.

Ian, who was wearing the mask and hiding behind the planter box, was just as appalled. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

Matt is… so amazing.

He looked extremely jealous.

When the chubby child saw his first friend collapse, panic set in. He charged towards Matteo with his fists flailing.

“I’m going to kill you, Ian!” he shrieked furiously.

Matteo attacked the child who had grabbed him with a left hook. Next, he leaped up from the ground and planted a kick right in the chubby child’s face.

With a strangled cry, the chubby child fell to the ground.

They want to take me on?

Dream on!

Matteo swept his gaze over the rest of the terrified children. He chuckled evilly and waved towards the planter box behind him.

After a moment’s hesitation, the masked Ian stiffly walked out from behind the planter box.

“How did he bully you just now?”

“Was it this hand? Did he pinch you and take your toy? Hit him! Hit him till he remembers you!”

Matteo shot daggers at the chubby child on the ground. He wanted to teach the child the lesson that if anyone were to bully him, he should retaliate immediately! This would be a lesson the chubby child would never forget.

Just like how Mommy taught me!

Ian was stupefied.

“What? Your son is Ian? What are you still doing here? Your son hit another child!”

The moment Sasha mentioned her son’s name, the security guard started to shriek at her. He claimed that Ian was the one who had hit someone.

Ian fights?

Sasha stood there blankly.

She was still trying to wrap her head around it when the jarring sounds of arguing and children’s wails came from the other side of the door. Sasha realized that the person from the car had emerged. It was a middle-aged woman wearing a black mink fur coat.

She was pointing at the person who had gone in with her, and two children were brought out.

One of the children was being carried out on someone’s back.

The other child was being led by the woman. The small child was struggling against her talons.

Little Ian?

Isn’t that my Ian?

Sasha’s eyes were extremely wide. A burst of anger erupted from within her. She no longer cared if she was allowed in or not. She kicked the door open and charged in.

“What are you doing? Why are you grabbing my child? Let go of him!”