Chapter 837
After a while, the braised pork trotters were ready.
Just as the cara moved away from Damien Hart’s face, the old lady quickly took a bite of radish, then looked at her with displeasure and said, "Eat the pork trotters."
Chloe Collins gave a look of disbelief.
The old lady had her run an errand just to eat these pork trotters, and now she didn’t want them anymore?
Or was it that she never wanted to eat them in the first place?
"Eat it or not? If you don’t eat it, I’ll throw it to Mark!" The old lady’s voice was hoarse.
She kept a black dog in her backyard.
Chloe Collins was quite peckish, so she decided not to be polite with her.
"Can you even eat with that mask on? These pork trotters were made by my dear grandson’s own grandmother, they’re unique in taste and the only ones in the world. If you can’t finish it, it would be a waste, and if you dare waste it, I fucking swear I’ll cut you."
The old lady was rather hostile.
Chloe Collins figured that there was no one else around, and the old lady had seen her face before, so she prepared to take off her mask.
Before that, she was holding the plate of steaming braised pork trotters and was about to put them on the table.
Suddenly, with a loud snap, sothing ca flying from a distance, catching her off guard and knocking the plate of pork trotters off her hand.
In an instant, the clean floor was covered in greasy sauce, and the eight pieces of pork trotters were scattered everywhere.
All of them were dirty now.
A shadow fell over Chloe Collins’ eyes, and she slowly looked forward.
Master Boone, flanked by three n and three won, swaggered over.
The three won were the sa ones who had been chased off by Bennett White earlier.
The old lady tutted in delight and said gleefully, "Little Mute, looks like you won’t have this al."
After that, she ostentatiously slurped a noodle, making "mm" sounds.
"Master Boone ordered you to clean, but you dared to dine with Great-Grandmother? You’re a re newcor, and you’re completely lawless!" sneered Black Whip Woman.
"Exactly, this Little Mute tried to take my food!" echoed the old lady.
Master Boone stood still, an aura of nace about him.
He laughed, "Well, in that case, let educate this disrespectful newcor on behalf of Great-Grandmother."
At his signal, the three n behind him stepped forward, their eyes, visible within the black holes of their masks, devoid of rcy.
Chloe Collins’ eyes darted to the sword next to the old lady, and she quickly picked it up.
Her previous defeat against the trio was due to her unard state.
The old lady reacted as if in great distress, stamping her feet in frustration, "She stole my sword! The mute stole my sword!"
Although she was fuming, a gleam of surprise could be detected in her sideways glances.
Master Boone faltered, his gaze darkening, as he scrutinized the sword in Chloe Collins’ hand.
The others also looked doubtful.
They were all aware of the old lady’s formidable retractable sword.
It was heavy but wielded with dexterity, it felt incredibly light.
Many had tried to steal this sword before, only to be defeated by its weight.
But now... this newcor seed to handle it so easily, as if it only weighed a few pounds!
The three henchn, upon witnessing this, silently upgraded their estimate of Chloe Collins’ capabilities.
Suddenly, they were kicked aside by Master Boone who then quickly retreated.
Master Boone stared at the sword, rembering how he had struggled to even swing it last ti. His interest in the newcor was piqued.
Chloe Collins felt rather baffled by their sudden scrutiny.
It seed they all disapproved of her picking up this sword.
Master Boone didn’t say a word, just stretched out his hand to the side.
Instantly, his n handed him two large iron hamrs.
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