NovelStartChapter 139 Revenge Wally sensed trouble and tried to sneak away.
Violeta was quick on her feet. She grabbed him on tand said, "Mr. Wally, don't even think about leaving. "You've trashed the shop. Aren't you going to pay for the damages?" Wally was terrified. He had thought this woman was just good at fighting, but she had taken down the wrestler he brought from home.
This is terrifying! She's a beast! "I'll pay! I'll pay!" Wally stammered, "How much? I'll send the money over in a bit." Violeta shook her head and said, "No way. You're staying here. Call someone to bring the money." Wally, now completely subdued, agreed, "Alright." They walked into the pen shop.
Cyril had already found the pen for her and said, "Here's the one you wanted." Violeta took the box and opened it. Inside, the pen lay perfectly. Its body was beautiful, made with the finest materials.
Hayden saw the pen and immediately recognised it, saying, "It's the Umber pen." Cyril praised, "You have a good eye." Violeta turned to Hayden curiously and asked, "How did you know its name?" Hayden replied, "My family used to have one." Cyril narrowed his eyes and questioned, "That's impossible. A pen like this is made exclusively for the palace. The only other one is in a museum." Hayden smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Did you make this pen? Are you a member of Hum family?" Cyril nodded and revealed, "Yes, I'm Cyril Hum, the 23rd-generation heir of the Imperial Pen Makers." His response enlightened Violeta.
No wonder Cyril's nsounded familiar. He was the heir of the Imperial Pen Makers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder this old man dared claim his pens were the best in the nation. His eccentric personality made sense, given his background. Many wealthy families asked Cyril for a custom pen.
To avoid them, he opened a small shop here.
It was by sheer luck that Violeta found him.
Wally was squatting nearby. He had already made a call.
He then waited for his family to cand pay for the damages and take him home.
Wally had been clever. He called his uncle, who loved him and held a high position in the city.
Once his uncle arrived, Wally was confident that this woman would no longer be a threat.
When his uncle found out he'd been beaten, not only would the shop not be compensated, but these people would be in serious trouble.
The thought made Wally smile inwardly.
With the pen secured, everyone helped tidy up the shop and calculate the damages.
The total cto about 15,000 dollars.
Most of the items being trashed were standard items. Fortunately, Cyril's handcrafted premium pens were safely stored behind the screen and remained undamaged. Zoren walked up to Wally and asked, "Hey, when are your family coming?" Wally froze a little. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his face.
He thought Zoren wanted to beat him.
"Soon. They're coming soon." Violeta warned, "Don't try any tricks!" "I wouldn't dare to do that. Haha..." Wally muttered. He lowered his eyes, which gleamed with malice.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust you wait! Once my uncle arrives, you'll all regret this! The shop assistant brought out a few undamaged chairs from behind the screen.
Hayden sat as he examined the Umber pen.
Cyril was curious about Hayden's earlier claim. He approached him and asked, "You mentioned your family had an Umber pen too?" Hayden placed the brush back in the box, meeting Cyril's gaze.
"Yes." Cyril frowned and remarked, "Then it must be a fake." Liam, sitting nearby, couldn't help but laugh at Cyril's comment.
"Mr. Hum, how can you be so sure?"
Cyril glared at him and said, "There are only two Umber pens from my family. My great-grandfather made one la century ago, which is currently in a museum. The other is the one I made. So, yours must be fake." Liam started, "Well, to be honest, my buddy-" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up outside.
Wally, still squatting, eagerly looked towards the door. When he saw the man getting auf of the car, he leaped En up. He was now filled with renewed confidence.
Wally pointed at the group and exclaimed, "My uncle's here! You're all in big trouble now!" "Uncle Ivor! Finally! I'm here! They bullied me!" Wally dashed out of the shop.
Zoren followed. He saw a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, with a scholarly look, stepped out of the car.
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