The Lost Heir's Vendetta

Chapter Sixty-Seven

“You can't touch a hair on his head even if you tried.” He stated.

It was Aidan. The voice made everyone turn in his direction. He stood casually, carved like a Greek God, wearing a black-on-black suit with three buttons of the shirt opened, showing his masculine carved chest. His hands were placed behind his back, and he smirked, grinning bitterly from ear to ear.

He had come in just about when the handcuffs were being placed on Madam Doris.

“You!” She cried out.

“You did this? Did you think they would hold me back with this?” She cackled like an evil bitch. “I'm coming out today just like I always do”

She sneered as the handcuffs were being placed on her. Aidan unfolded his hand from his back and stride close to her.

“Just know that your daughter is as good as dead with this rubbish you just pulled” She fumed furiously.

The people gasped loudly. They were awestruck by what just came out of her mouth. If there were silent murmurs before, it became more audible. She saw and heard s