Chapter 424: Miss Cong, Unmoved!

Noah Bates finally let out a breath of relief. Old Lady Bates and Amy Andrews, one cursing and the other wailing, their voices echoed down the corridor. Noah lit a cigarette, took a few drags, but the pent-up frustration in his chest didn't subside. He angrily stubbed the cigarette out on the nearby garbage bin and clenched his fists, spitting out:

"Disgraceful and embarrassing."

Atlas Blue curved his lips into a smirk, walking over to check whether his younger sister was hurt. Then, with a laugh, he remarked, "This attitude reminds me of Graham Frye's mother, who threw a tantrum back at the police station."

Another person who looks down on others with contempt.

The doting brother turned his gaze to his sister. "They didn't lay a hand on you, did they?"

"As if they'd dare!" Little Moony snorted coldly. "A gaggle of bullies who only dare rely on power and connections to get their way. I wouldn't even bother lifting a finger against them."