Chapter 464 Gavyn Boyer

Freddie tried to struggle. However, he could not even make the other person look straight at him, let alone try to loosen his iron grip. He suddenly remembered Sheryl's words—he was just an 8-year-old child. What could he do?

Yes, he was smart, but that was it. In terms of physical strength or experience, he could not be compared with an adult. 

"What are you doing? He is the son of the big boss!" The driver was dismayed at the scene. He shouted, "Put him down quickly. Do you know who he is? He is Freddie Doyle. How can you treat the Young Master this way?"

"I know who he is."

This voice.

"Since you knew, why did you manhandle him?" The driver pursed his lips. In his heart, he had already lit candles for this brute's tribute. The boss was not to be trifled with.

Freddie stopped struggling. Instead, he was surprised and said, "Uncle Gavyn? Uncle Gavyn, you're here? Why didn't you tell me that you came? I could have picked you up."