Chapter 321
The Legendary Man
The Legendary Man Chapter 321 Despicable âDonât you think youâre going overboard, Greta?â
Sophiaâs face fell when she looked at the woman who snatched her seat from her.
She just has to take my seat even though there are so many other seats around us! Itâs obvious sheâs targeting me!
âWhy would you make such an accusation?â Upon hearing Sophiaâs words, the woman, Greta Ximenez, pouted. âThis seat doesnât belong to you. Why canât I sit here if you can? Itâs your fault for being a slowpoke and coming later than me. Am I right, Jane?â
As she spoke, Greta even directed her attention at the woman in a white dress beside her. After hearing Gretaâs question, the woman in white chimed in, âYeah!â
âYou-â
Sophia was so riled up by them echoing the same shenanigans that her face paled. Then, she took a deep breath and turned to look at Jonathan. âFine. Jonathan, letâs go somewhere else.â
She never liked having disputes with others. Itâs just a seat. Iâll just change a seat then.
However, the woman in a red dress had no intention of letting Sophia leave despite the latter intending to do so. Staring at Sophiaâs back, she provoked, âWhat is it? Are you going to just leave because you canât get the seat? You shouldâve left long ago! You shouldnât even have attended this banquet, to begin with! Sophia, I donât think you have realized, but there isnât even a seat reserved for you at this banquet held by the Maxwells!â
Sophia, who had turned to leave, stopped in her tracks when she heard that. Her body was trembling.
While she might not like to fight with others over anything, it didnât mean she would allow others to humiliate her.
âYouâd better speak less if you canât control what you say. Otherwise, I might as well just make you shut up!â
Without waiting for Sophia to say a word, Jonathan turned around and snapped at the woman in a red dress in a harsh tone of voice.
While Sophia might be more on the soft-spoken side, it didnât mean he was the same.
âItâs fine, Jonathan. Letâs goâ¦â Seeing that Jonathan was simmering with anger, Sophia quickly tugged on his arm.
That was the Maxwellsâ last banquet before leaving Yaleview, so she didnât want to stir up a ruckus.
âWhy would you think this is fine?â Jonathan whipped his head around to glance at Sophia casually after hearing what she said. âAunt Sophia, do you think a person like her would let you off the hook after you tolerated her behavior once? No, she wonât! Instead, sheâll think youâre a pushover and pester you incessantly. Sheâll be buzzing around your ear all day long like a fly! Donât you think itâs a bother?â
âBrat, who are you belittling as a fly?â Hearing Jonathan comparing her to a fly infuriated the woman in red.
âYou, listen up! Itâs humiliating for a fly to be compared to you. In fact, youâre even worse than a fly!â
Jonathan was relentless.
âYou little toyboy! You-â
In her rage, the woman in red reached her hand out, wanting to slap Jonathan on the face. Seeing her reaction, Jonathanâs gaze turned chilly in an instant. The woman felt as if she were under the stare of the grim reaper and that he would wield a scythe to cut her head off at the next moment, leading her to immediate death.
âWhat is it? Do you still want to fight me now?â Jonathan glared at the woman in red. âIâll make sure to break your arm if you move it any closer to me. Would you like to bet on this?â
âYou-â
The woman in red shuddered, frightened by what she heard Jonathan say.
At the same time, a middle-aged man in golden-rimmed glasses who was chatting happily with Zayne at the side witnessed that scene, so he marched forward while asking aloud, âWhat happened? Whatâs going on here?â
âDarling, someoneâs bullying me!â
The moment the woman in red saw the middle-aged man, a look of aggrievedness crept onto her face.
âWhat is it? Whoâs bullying you? Nobody will do that to you as long as Iâm with you!â After hearing what the woman in red told him, the middle-aged man marched over to Jonathan to question the latter coldly, âWhatâs wrong? What do you think youâre achieving by bullying a woman?â
âMe, bullying her?â Jonathan smirked as soon as he heard what the middle-aged man said. âShouldnât you be the one who knows your wife best? Do you seriously think sheâs someone who would be bullied?â
Of course, she wasnât someone like that, and he, for one, knew that better than anybody else.
Sheâs spoiled ever since she was young and likes to run her mouth, so nobody dares bully her.
However, do I have another choice other than to come to my wifeâs defense while weâre in public?
âHmph! Stop wasting your breath with me!â After hearing what Jonathan said, the middle-aged man huffed and looked at the woman in red who was standing behind her. âFear not, Darling! Tell me what happened, and Iâll stand up for you!â
Upon hearing the middle-aged manâs words, the woman in red stuck herself so close to him that she was practically all over him. With a scheming look on her face, she said, âDarling! They were verbally assaulting me even though I had just accidentally taken their seat! This guy even threatened to make me shut up! Darling, theyâve gone overboard! You have to stand up for me!â
âDonât worry. With me here, nobody would be able to make you shut up!â The middle-aged man huffed as he looked at Jonathan. âBrat, are you the one who threatened to shut my wife up?â
Jonathan glanced at the middle-aged man aloofly. âYeah, I am! Iâll even gladly make you shut up if you canât stop your wife from spewing insults at other people!â
âYou brat! What did you just say?â
The man was enraged when he heard what Jonathan had said.
After all, they were currently at the largest banquet that the Maxwell family had ever held. Those who were present were either influential politicians, famous people, or heads of prestigious families.
Thus, it was unthinkable to him that someone would dare claim to want to make him shut up.
âYou brat! Do you even know where you are now? Why donât you try laying a finger on me? See if you can walk out of the Maxwell residence alive after even plucking out a single strand of my hair,â said the man as he stared at Jonathan distantly.
âIs that so? I sure would like to know if I can walk out of the Maxwell residence alive after doing this to you!â As soon as he said so, Jonathan lifted his right leg and kicked the middle-aged man on his stomach, making a loud noise as he did so.
After the kick, the middle-aged manâs knees gave out immediately before he kneeled before Jonathan with a loud thud.
âYou rascal! How dare you actually hit me?â
A fleeting look of disbelief crossed the manâs eyes while staring at Jonathan, who kicked him on his stomach without hesitating at all.
Never had he expected Jonathan to actually assault him in the face of so many prestigious people.
How dare he kick me, the heir of the Leeroy family? Does he have a death wish?