The next second, he bolted!
After running just two steps, the collar of his clothes was grabbed, lifting his small body up.
Chester Yale brought him into the living room and threw him onto the sofa.
He then walked around and sat down across from him.
His imposing figure exuded an intangible pressure, making him seem naturally authoritative.
He leaned back on the sofa, his slender legs lazily crossed, one hand supporting his head while he examined the little buddy who, instead of panicking, was curiously looking around his living room.
For the first time, such a young child was not afraid of him and even dared to act wildly on his turf.
A hint of interest sparked in the depths of Chester's heart as his eyes deepened while looking at the little buddy.