Chapter 156
Chapter 156
apter 156 My Grandfather Is Alastair Ginger
Lydia could no longer be bothered to scold Emrys. She quickly put on a placating smile and said to
Erwin. “Mr. Montelongo, your son was hit by this rascal named Emrys. It has nothing to do with
Cordelia. Could you perhaps…”
“No way!”
Lydia was ruthlessly interrupted by Erwin before she could finish her sentence.
He rose from the high–backed chair, and in an instant, a terrifying aura of dominance engulfed the
entire living room.
“Gorgeous Ginger, I won’t beat around the bush. I have taken a liking to your daughter. If you know
what’s good for you, go home with your husband right now. Tomorrow morning… No, at noon
tomorrow, I will return your daughter to you. But if you don’t know what’s good for you…”
Erwin sniggered twice, his lusty gaze sweeping over Lydia, whose voluptuous figure made him salivate
with desire.
“If you don’t know better, you’ll have to stay at the Montelongo residence tonight with your daughter to
serve my son and me.”
Swoosh!
Lydia’s face turned pale instantly.
Richard had been suppressing his anger all along, but at this moment, he could no longer hold back
and spoke out. “Mr. Montelongo, don’t you take it too far. Although the Youngblood family doesn’t have
a martial artist to protect us, we are no pushovers still.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Suddenly, Erwin’s piercing gaze was directed at Richard. Richard subconsciously took a step back, his
b*dy breaking out in a cold sweat.
The aura of a martial artist was far too intimidating for an ordinary person.
With a dismissive smirk, Erwin shifted his gaze away. “The Youngblood family is nothing but a joke in
my eyes,” he scoffed.
Richard’s b*dy trembled sfightly, his heart filled with frustration, yet he was powerless to change
anything.
The martial artists were indeed domineering.
“Mr. Montelongo.”
At that moment, Lydia suddenly spoke with a complex expression, “You may not regard our family
highly, but what about the Ginger family of Juxshire?”
“The Ginger family from Juxshire?”
Chapter 156 My Grandfather Is Alastair Ginger
Erwin appeared deep in thought, his gaze fixed on Lydia as he asked, “What is your relationship with
Alastair Ginger?”
“He is my grandfather,” Lydia replied.
“Alastair is your grandfather?”
Erwin’s pupils contracted sharply as he fell into a long silence.
The Ginger family of Juxshire.
There was an elderly man, nearly a hundred years old, named Alastair Ginger. He was a martial arts
practitioner. It was said that many years ago, he had already ascended to the ranks of a Manifestor.
Whether he had made any further breakthroughs since then, no one knew.
Erwin had never even expected Lydia to be Alastair’s granddaughter.
Primarily because after Lydia married Richard, she never mentioned anything about her maternal
family. Therefore, this news was unknown to anyone in Jazona.
If it weren’t for her deep concern for her daughter, Lydia would not have wanted to bring up the
matter.
Consequently, Erwin’s expression rapidly changed, as if he were assessing the truthfulness of Lydia’s
words. After a prolonged silence, he finally said, “Take your daughter and leave!”
“Dad…”
“Shut up!”
Such a stunning beauty had been brought into his grasp, yet he had to let her slip away. Naturally,
Zeke was unwilling, but he was forced to heed his father’s words.
Since Zeke was not a martial artist, he couldn’t comprehend his father’s emotions at that moment.
In truth, Erwin couldn’t accept it either, but he couldn’t afford to take the risk.
The deeper one delved into the martial arts, the more they could comprehend the terrifying power of a
Manifestor. This was an entity capable of killing from afar, one who could obliterate the entire
Montelongo family with a mere wave of a hand.
Taking such a huge risk for the sake of a fleeting tryst was not worth it at all.
Therefore, in the end, Erwin chose to compromise. However, he quickly added, “Your daughter can
leave, but this young man must stay. I will break both his hands and feet. I can’t let my son be beaten.
for nothing.”
He pointed at Emrys, seemingly ready to vent all his frustrations on him.
Lydia couldn’t have asked for more as she sneered, “I have no objections. This young man is incredibly
arrogant. It’s high time that you teach him a lesson and show him how to behave.”
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“If Rys doesn’t leave, I won’t leave either!”
Suddenly, Cordelia tightly embraced Emrys‘ arm, speaking with absolute certainty.
“Listen, Cordelia, this kid just struck Mr. Zeke. He’s bound to face consequences. Hurry and leave with
us. Stop worrying about him!” Lydia spoke with a cold expression.
“I won’t!”
Cordelia’s attitude was extremely resolute.
“Delia…”
At that moment, Emrys suddenly reached out and gently touched Cordelia’s head, revealing a fond
smile as he said, “You should leave with your parents first. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
“But…”
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Cordelia fell silent.
Cordelia’s stubbornness was inherited from Lydia. Once she decided on something, she rarely
changed her mind.
She knew that leaving Emrys alone here would put him in great danger, so she firmly refused to leave.
Even though Cordelia understood in her heart that her presence here wouldn’t make the slightest
difference, she insisted on staying, determined to face adversity alongside Emrys.
“Delia, you’re becoming more disobedient,” Emrys remarked.
As expected, Emrys did as he said, extending his hand to deliver two resounding slaps on Cordelia’s
butt.
Smack! Smack!
The fiery pain didn’t make Cordelia yield.
Instead, she stubbornly glared at Emrys, refusing to back down.
This scene distressed both Richard and Lydia.
They were anxious because despite getting approval from Erwin, their daughter refused to leave. They
were also angry at Emrys for taking advantage of their daughter right in front of them.
Perhaps they should chop off his hands!
Erwin and Zeke watched with envy and jealousy, especially when Emrys‘ hand struck Cordelia’s
backside. The curve of her bottom only fueled their resentment.