The Second Heir

Chapter 97

"How dare you spit your disgusting germs on me?"

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The bystanders remained frozen, their eyes wide with astonishment at the escalating confrontation before them. Greg stood beside Dylan, his surprise mirrored by the mix of curiosity he felt. The unfolding drama had taken an unexpected turn, and he watched with rapt attention as the scene continued to unfold.

Dylan's voice, barely above a murmur, added a touch of commentary to the situation. "Well, this just got interesting."

The elderly man, initially taken aback by the young man's bold response, blinked in shock, struggling to process the abrupt change in dynamics.

But soon, the old man regained his composure as his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

With his eyes blazed in renewed fury, the old man began to took a step closer to the young man, his voice sharp like an accusatory weapon.

“H–How dare you speak to me like that!” the old man shouted, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration as he pointed an accusatory finger