Killing her wouldn’t even be enough.
“I really won’t do anything to you.” Anthony’s lips curled into a cold smile as he reached out and ruffled Charlotte’s hair. His voice was laced with mockery. “But you might end up crippled.”
Pick a fight with Lottie? Please. Even if you combined every bodyguard in the room, they wouldn’t last five seconds against her.
“Go ahead. Try me,” Aloys snapped, pulling a gun from his pocket and aiming it straight at Anthony.
Anthony’s eyes went icy. Franco tensed up, ready to react, but before either of them could move, a sharp bang echoed through the room.
Aloys cried out as Charlotte’s foot slammed into his thigh. He staggered back, crashing into a chair and landing hard.
Everyone stared, stunned, at the girl who’d just moved faster than they could blink.
Charlotte lowered her leg, casually brushed the wrinkles from her jacket, then slid her hand back into Anthony’s. She shot Aloys a look, eyebrow raised. “Want to have another go?”
“You—” Aloys gritted his teeth, pain shooting through his leg. He clung to the chair, struggling to stand. His face was an angry, ugly shade.
Seeing this, Franco’s violent energy faded away. He patted Charlotte’s shoulder, his voice suddenly gentle. “Did you hurt your foot?”
Everyone else was too shocked to say a word.
“Bring a chair over,” Franco said, glancing at a nearby servant.
The servant froze for a second, glancing nervously from Franco to Charlotte, then hurried to fetch a chair. She set it down, her voice small. “Please, have a seat.”
Like father, like daughter. They were both absolutely wild.
“You dare to start a fight in the Hawk Estate?” Aloys was shaking with rage, one hand still pressed to his thigh. “Guards! Grab her!”
Perfect. Now he could settle every old score in one go.

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