Chapter 668

The muscular men at the back began to poke fun. All of them were behaving brazenly, leering at them.

"Ms. Natasha, why don't we leave for now? These people look difficult," Edmund advised quietly, shrinking into himself.

"Why are you panicking, Dad? This is the Harmons' home. What kind of trouble are they capable of kicking up here?" Abigail glared. She'd always looked down on her father's cowardly tendencies, always recoiling at the most minor things. Was he even a man?

"You'd better get out of my sight while I'm not angry yet," Natasha said, her expression cold as ice.

"Oh, you're pretty feisty! I like it." The bearded man rubbed his chin. "Unfortunately, beautiful, those two wusses next to you can't be your knights in shining armor." As he spoke, he glanced at Dustin and Edmund. One was a much younger man, and another was a wrinkled old geezer. They were nothing to fear.

"Just me alone is enough to fight you!" Abigail said, slamming her palm into the table and jumping to her