CHAPTER 157

Ophelia’s voice was filled with exaggerated anger as she reported the situation to her husband, Theodore.

“Theodore, I want you to do something about Harold Welsh! He refused to obey my orders to throw some lowlifes that disrespected our family out. He even dared threaten to take action against me!”

“Harold Welsh dares to do that?!” Theodore replied in a sharp tone. “I just landed in Wibston. I’ll be at the estate in five minutes. He’ll get to know how ruthless I can be!”

Ophelia’s expression morphed into malicious smugness as she stared at Adrian and Harold. “Yes, they need to know not to mess with us Blackwells,” she repeated her husband’s words in a voice she believed was intimidating.

The call disconnected a few seconds later, and Ophelia’s lips twitched as her expression became haughty. “My husband’s on his way. Prepare to be sorry.”

Anita fiddled with her fingers, her brows knitting at Ophelia’s words. Could they really handle the anger of Theodore Blackwell?

Should they just a