Legacy Of The Hidden Heir

Chapter 3

"How dare you!" Mlynar yelled.

Mrs. Lucas was shocked by his sudden transformation. "How dare you yell at my son!"

Then, he bent down to pick up the pieces, and inside the broken cross was a symbol, something triangular.

"What's that?" Mrs. Lucas curiously asked.

"It's an heirloom, the only thing that holds my mother's memories," he said.

"Oh! Even poor people have an heirloom... I think that is the reason you remain poor, it is being transferred from your mom to you," Frodo said.

"Don't speak ill of my mom," he snapped at him.

"What will you do... Hell to your mom?" he... This made Mlynar so angry that he couldn't hold himself any longer, so he threw a punch at Frodo's face.

Frodo stumbled, then regained his balance and also threw a punch, which Mlynar dodged and pushed him away.

"How dare you touch my son, you've damaged his face!" Mrs. lucas barked.

"I can't stand it when someone speaks ill of my mom, even if it's you," Mlynar said with a stern gaze.

"Don't look at my mom with that stinky face," Frodo said and threw another punch, which Mlynar caught and twisted his arm.

This surprised Mrs. lucas. The Mlynar she knew was a timid, fragile man who didn't even know how to throw a punch, but this...

"Help, guard! Guard!" Mrs. lucas screamed.

Soon, the security guards of vortex Company approached them, armed with long batons.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" the chief security asked, bowing.

"This man is trying to kill my son," she claimed.

The chief guard smirked; this was the time to prove himself worthy. He had been trying to gain the favor of the Lucas family for a promotion, and this was the opportunity.

Without asking the other party, he ordered, "Guards! What are you looking at? Beat this man up!".

As Mlynar fell to the ground, the baton poised above him, he was pushed to reveal his martial arts prowess. Instead, he chose composure, preparing to endure the beating.

A commanding voice interrupted, "What do you think you're doing?" The group turned to find a slim, striking woman in a shimmering red dress, her long hair adding to her captivating presence.

"Who are you to beat up a full-grown man?". She said, in a calm and soft voice.

Mrs. Lucas retorted, "It's none of your concern, young lady! "

The guard hesitated as he felt a strong sense of oppression from her.

She ignored Mrs. lucas's noise. She walked directly to Mlynar and extended her right hand to Mlynar.

"I'm Cellinina Saluzzo. Mr. Fredy sent me to collect you."

Saluzzo is a formidable, popular, and influential family in Lothric. They held significant influence in almost every consortium in the city. No one dared to offend them.

Cellinina, their president, was known for her intelligence and remains a core figure in the legend carried on by the Saluzzo family.

However, Mrs. lucas obviously did not hear Cellinina’s self-introduction. She was annoyed when she was ignored and asked Cellinina sharply, "What are you doing here?"

Mynar recognized her and shook hands with her, "Ah, it's you."

"Indeed. Can we go now?" Cellinina responded.

"We are currently in the midst of settling some business; he is going nowhere," Mrs. lucas declared.

Cellinina fixed her with a cold stare. "My grandfather needs his services. If any of you dare approach him, he won't survive."

The threat sent shivers through everyone. Mrs. Lucas turned to the security guards. "What are you waiting for? She's just bluffing; there's nothing she can do."

The guards hesitated, but Cellinina snapped her fingers, summoning several imposing thugs from a black SUV. Fear washed over the onlookers.

"Let's go, Mr. Mlynar," Cellinina said, walking away, with Mlynar following

"Stop him! You useless guards!" Mrs. Lucas shouted. The guard responded, "We can't, ma! I saw those guards when I was in the army; they can kill with their bare hands."

In truth, Mlynar's security had no weapons, only their hands, but just looking at the strong bodies and fierce temperaments of these people, the guards no longer dared to step forward to stop them.

Cellinina entered the Lamborghini she came with, and Mlynar followed suit.

Mrs. Lucas glared at the security guard. "The company paid you, and you can't even do your job. I'll have you demoted, you worthless prick."

Cynthia and her secretary emerged, alarmed by the commotion.

Seeing her mother, Cynthia ran over. "Mom, what happened? Who upset you?"

Mrs. lucas feigned tears. "Who else but that ragged boy who once called himself your husband? He slapped your brother."

Cynthia, puzzled, knew Mlynar wouldn't do that. "Really, Mom? What happened? I'm sure Frodo would upset him if he indeed been slapped him."

"He called me a bitch, and Frodo told him to shut up, so he slapped him," she lied, shedding crocodile tears.

"Mlynar did that?" Cynthia asked, surprised.

"Ask the security guards; they all witnessed it." Mrs. Lucas warned them with a gaze.

"Is that really what happened?" Cynthia asked the guards.

"Yeah, I heard it and saw the slap. I was about to interfere when a lady came, and they left together."

"A lady?" Cynthia questioned.

"That's what I've been telling you. He's not meant to be your husband. He's not in your league, and all those good acts were just a facade. I'm sure he's cheating on you with that lady."

Cynthia nodded, considering the possibility that his true character surfaced after the divorce.

"Cynthia, you must do something. He can't get away with it. Involve the police and get him behind bars."

"Okay, Mom, I'll take care of it. I'm sorry for that," Cynthia assured.

To worsen matters, Frodo held his cheek. "It's really hurting; I need to see the doctor."

Cynthia shook her head. "I can't believe that lowlife has such audacity. Mom takes Frodo to the hospital; he needs immediate treatment. I'll handle Mlynar."

Her mom sniffed. "Okay, make sure you avenge your brother," she said, taking her son's arm as they left.

Mrs. Lucas smirked, determined to make Mlynar suffer.

"I told you, I didn't like him from the start. I knew he was just a fake," the secretary chimed in, fueling the situation.

"I don't believe Mlynar did that. I know Mom doesn't like him; they might be the ones who upset him," Cynthia defended her belief in Mlynar.

"The guards witnessed it. Even if they upset him, he has no right to call your mother a bitch and slap your brother. That's uncalled for,"

Ms. Riley argued， "He even flaunted his new girlfriend. You made the right decision divorcing him."

"Yes, ma'am, you must do something. Lock him up!" Ms. Riley urged.

"No... now is not the time to be angry with Mlynar." Cynthia rubbed her brows and suppressed her anger. "Winning the cooperation with the Saluzzo family is what I need to care about most right now."

But for some reason, Cynthia kept thinking about the woman mentioned by the security guard and her mother.

Cynthia was silent for half a minute, and an angry light suddenly flashed from her eyes, "However, it is still necessary to make a phone call to confirm."