The Nilles Family

"You bastard! How dare you talk to me like that!" The Third Elder's face twisted in fury.

Wilma Nilles closed her eyes and lowered her head, bracing herself for the slap.

The Nilles family had strict family rules. Even if it was now an outer sect elder of the Myriad Demon Sect, in their eyes, it was a trivial matter.

They rarely interfered with his affairs, but if he truly struck a member of the Nilles family's elders, they would undoubtedly take him back and enforce their rules.

Even the higher-ups of the Myriad Demon Sect wouldn't intervene. After all, most of them hailed from the eight great families and would never side with him.

Just as the Third Elder's palm was about to land, a slender hand shot out, gripping his wrist firmly.

"Why didn't you resist?"

Braydon Neal's voice was calm but sharp as he held the Third Elder's wrist, turning to Wilma.