Misery noticed that multiple unrestrained auras were rushing over, and the faces of those before them turned black. Not only had they lost their advantage in dealing with this group to their liking, but they would first have to dispel this nasty false allegation by this little wench!
They really wished they could discipline her for once, but that would not benefit them in the least and would rather make things even worse.
"WHO DARES TO HARM MY BABY GIRL?!" A roar filled with killing intent resounded throughout the halls, making all the men in the room shiver.
Only Misery wore a solemn look, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Welp, the big one is coming…" He muttered with resignation.
Like a storm, Genevieve entered the room, ready to defend her precious daughter from any harm. She wore a lovely sundress which perfectly displayed why no one could doubt that Sublime was her daughter, as both possessed H cups that were shaped like firm balloons.
