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Chapter Thirty Six

' He took the bait as expected, let the show begin now. ' Rose thought.

Other People present who witnessed how the little guy insulted Rose and women were completely stunned when they saw the same guy bursting into tears after seeing his mother.

' What's going on? ' was the question on their minds.

The woman who saw her son Sobbing was so full of Rage as she Approached Rose.

The woman was of Average height so she had to look up when Looking at Rose.

When she Saw Rose in her Supermodel like appearance, the woman Felt jealousy towards this her and was determined to teach Rose a lesson she would never forget.

[ But who did she think Rose is, a Puppet? ]

" What did you do to my son that made him Cry? " She inquired angrily.

" Why don't you ask your son? "

" What did she do to you, darling? " The woman Bent on one knee as she dotingly asked her son.

" She... Was... Insulting Dad and you, she claimed that you are bad parents and that you guys didn't teach me good manners. " The boy lied Without batting an eyelid.

' What a liar! ' little Lucia Exclaimed in her mind, she was completely shocked as this was the first time she was seeing someone Lying like this and that's when she remembered Rose's Words from earlier.

<< There are lots of people who pretend to be what they are not just to get you and that's why we refer to them as Wolves in sheep's clothing, so be careful who you trust. >>

[ Are you still their readers? , I hope so.... ]

" Oh my God! , Did she say that? " The woman exclaimed.

" Are you trying to say that my son is lying? " The man who Happened to be the father questioned his wife angrily after approaching them.

" No I am not, I was just confirming. "

" Men don't lie! And when we do it's not considered a lie as we can do whatever we like, we rule the world anyways! And you women must obey and Respect that Whether you like it or not! "

[ Really? ]

" Yes, Sir. " The woman replied Frightened, it was very obvious that she was really scared of her so-called husband.

" By the way, What's your deal with my son that made him cry? , Don't tell me that you were Coaxing him to trade his seat with your daughter because If that's what it is then you are mistaken as that would never happen! "

" That's not happened sir, actually " One of the Young ladies from the crowd tried to explain but her sentence was immediately cut off by the man.

" And who are you to reply to me? Did I ask you? "

" No, no, Sir. " The lady replied a little scared.

" Good. "

" Now, what's your deal with my son? "

" I don't have anything to say to you both but one thing is that I give you guys just two minutes to Apologise to my Goddaughter or the video of your family insulting Women would be uploaded online, I want to see how you and your family will be able to show your face in public after this. "

" What video? "

" Your Time starts now, 120 - 119 - 118 " Rose started counting.

" What should we do, Honey? What If she indeed has the video, what will... "

" Shut up before I slap you! " He commanded to which the woman took a step back in fear.

" And you how should I believe that you indeed have a video with you? "

" Your choice, you've got one minute remaining. "

" My son will never apologize to a girl! Your Goddaughter deserves what she got! " The man insisted angrily.

Meanwhile, the little guy was smiling mockingly at Rose and the Rest.

' Do you guys think you can make me apologize under the Watch of my dad? , Dream on! ' He thought as he made a Mocking sign at Little Lucia who was staring blankly at him.

' Tsk, you better don't celebrate too soon as you never know what will happen next. ' Came Lucia's reply.

It was like the Two children were communicating with their eyes.

' What's going to come next? What can your Godmother do? , I guess that you are forgetting that she's just a woman! And men the world! '

' And who told you that men the world? What can a man do without a woman? and yes, never underestimate a woman because you'll regret it!'

' As If I will '

' We'll see. '

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