?<strong>Chapter 648:</strong>


    Kallie, with icy eyes, had the boy by his cor. “Is bullying smaller kids the only thing you’re good at?”


    Intimidated yet defiant, the boy blurted out, “She hurt me first, and I was just defending myself.”


    Kallie huffed, revealing the boy’s deception. “I had a clear view from the side! You were the one who ran into her first.”


    The boy shot back defensively. “She was right in the middle of the path. What else could I have done?”


    Kallie gestured to the floor with a pointed look. “Does this look like the middle of the path to you?”


    Caught off-guard, the boy faltered, his face flushing as he struggled to find words.


    Dismissing him, Kallie turned her attention to Elma, helping her up from the floor.


    When Elma saw Kallie, her emotions swirled, relief mixed with a sudden urge to cry. This was the first time anyone had stood up for her like that.


    As the boy attempted to escape, Kallie quickly grabbed him, her voice firm. “Apologize now, or you’re going to pay for it.”


    Though such a threat might sound hollowing from gentle Elma, it carried weight when delivered by Kallie. Her years in business had honed a once-soft demeanor into one of authority. Her gaze was icy,manding respect effortlessly.


    The boy burst into tears, hoping to draw sympathy from the onlookers and escape Kallie’s grasp.


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    But Kallie remained unfazed, watching his theatrics with a slight, amused smile.


    “My dear boy!” At that moment, a woman d in high-fashion attire, her hair in tight curls and exuding an arrogant vibe, emerged from the crowd.


    By her side, a burly man with a pronounced belly made his presence felt, both exuding an aura of authority.


    When the woman saw her son held effortlessly by Kallie, she emitted a piercing shriek and swiftly took the boy into her arms.


    The man shot Kallie a menacing stare, his eyes lingering suggestively on her features.


    Kallie felt a gentle pull at her sleeve and looked down to see Elma’s innocent, wide-eyed gaze.


    Elma cleared her throat softly and murmured, “You don’t need to stand up for me. Let’s just leave. They’re nothing but trouble.”


    Kallie shed a reassuring grin. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this covered. I’ll keep you safe.”


    Elma’s pride swelled, and she retorted, “Keep me safe? As if they’d darey a finger on me!”


    No sooner had Elma finished her deration than the man with the imposing figure approached quickly and seized Kallie’s wrist.


    This unexpected action caused Elma to instinctively grip Kallie’s clothes, her previous confidence dissolving instantly.


    Kallie eyed the unsavory hand clutching her wrist, her expression chilling. “Are you thinking of hitting me? Because I’m ready to call the police right now.”


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