My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

None of Them

There were screams and sounds of fighting.

Lucille followed the voice and saw Molly surrounded by several men in uniforms.

Those people seemed to want to attack Molly, but none of them could defeat her. Every time one of them stepped forward, she would beat them up.

Lucille quickly approached them.

"What's going on?

When Molly saw her, it was as if she had seen her saving grace.

"Bobo!" Molly dashed in front of Lucille, raised her hand, and pointed at the men in uniforms around her. She complained, "These people are too much! There was an old man who was walking kind of slowly. They thought that I was in the way, so they pushed me! I couldn't just stand there and take it, so..."

Molly's voice became smaller and smaller. "So I asked them to bring it on and started fighting

them..."

The little cat let out a meow right then. It raised its delicate little claws as if it was trying to

earn some praise.

Lucille looked at the ground and saw a white-haired old man who had obviously suffered a heavy fall. He was sitting on the ground with a dull expression and empty eyes.

His cognitive abilities had probably deteriorated due to his gae.

The men in uniforms in front of him did not feel the slightest bit guilty. Instead, they arrogantly pointed at the symbol on their bodies and asked, "You two nosey girls, do you know who we are? We're the supervisor's subordinates!" Supervisor?

Did he mean Fiona's father?

Hogan Melling, the patriarch of the Melling family?

Lucille scratched her head and patted Molly's shoulder to comfort her. "You've done a great

job. The only problem is that you went too easy on them."

Hearing this, Molly's eyes lit up. "Should I go again, Bobo?" "Yes."

Lucille silently allowed it.

Since Molly had already started it, those subordinates probably wouldn't let them go.

What was there to be afraid of, then? They might as well deal with it after they were done beating the

guards up.

Molly was so excited that she immediately shoved the kitten into Lucille's arms.

At the same time, the group of people who claimed to be the supervisor's subordinates picked

up

the sticks behind them and were about to pounce on Lucille and Molly.

The people on the sidelines were so terrified that they began to back up.

At that moment, everyone heard a voice that was full of momentum.

"Is this a rebellion?"

The man raised his head and strode forward aggressively.

It was the powerful supervisor, Hogan!NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Hogan glanced at his men, who all stopped and put away the weapons in their hands immediately. They nodded, bowed, and said in a flattering tone, "You're here, Mr. Melling." Hogan completely ignored them. His sharp and sinister gaze landed on Lucille. It had to be said Hogan's high position could be felt in his powerful, strong aura. The sense of oppression in his eyes suddenly surfaced, and the onlookers couldn't help shivering.

Lucille, who was being stared at by those eyes, remained calm and composed.

If one looked carefully, there was a hint of mockery in the girl's clear eyes.

In terms of aura, she didn't lose in the slightest. The invisible killing intent around her was enough to make people's hearts palpitate.

Hogan was stunned and a little surprised.

He didn't expect that despite how young and ignorant she looked, she didn't show any fear when he stared at her like this.

What Did It Matter

She was pretty good at acting.

However, what Hogan did not know was that even the highest-ranking men in Dilsburg had to bow down to Lucille, let alone a supervisor like him.

What did it matter if he was the supervisor?

Lucille's eyes were indifferent and filled with disdain.

As they were in a stalemate, Hogan took the initiative to say, "Since you're Mr. Joseph's fiancee, I won't argue with you, but I will take away the cat in your arms and that young girl beside you!"

"Oh?" Lucille gave him a half-smile. "How can you convict someone without a proper reason, Mr. Melling?"

"A reason? Isn't my witness account reason enough? You hurt my subordinates. According to the law, you should be detained!"

Hogan's words were righteous.

Lucille finally understood. Hogan and Fiona were indeed father and daughter. They shared the same roots and even had the same ability to bully others.

In short, true justice didn't matter. A single word was enough for them to draw a conclusion.

Lucille glanced at the surveillance camera above her head, as well as the old man with a blank face who was obviously struck dumb. She coldly stated, "I would like to ask something. Are the supervisor's subordinates allowed to disregard the law and casually push down an old man who is over eighty years old?

"Everyone around here saw it. Even if they didn't, there's a camera above our heads that can, tell us the true story."

"Or are you saying that anymore who holds the title of supervisor is allowed to ignore the law and do whatever they want? Is it okay for them to bully and take advantage of the weak?"

Lucille looked at Hogan and spoke word by word, refusing to give in.

Complaints were beginning to bubble in the crowd.