Chapter forty-five

"Get away from my sister you moron!" The voice roared and pushed Harry to the ground.

Harry laid on the ground, he was wiping the blood away from his lip, the force from the push made him land face flat on the floor.

It was just one hand but he felt the pure strength of the person.

Harry looked up to see the shock of his life, it was Mr Maxwell. Even a kid would recognize him, he was worldwide famous.

Now he knew why her face looked a little bit familiar, she was Mr Maxwell's sister.

"Shit!" Harry cursed under his breath, Authur was looking at him as if he was about to cut his neck and serve it to the dogs.

Harry was still regretting his decisions when Authur kicked him in the nose.

He felt his nose crack, he would probably need to go to the hospital after that because Authur didn't look like someone who would spare him. Only his cousin could save him from this.

Authur looked at him with murderous intent. "You dare lay your filthy fingers on my sister? I will make you pay!"

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