Chapter 1283


    “Mister Umair, isn’t it? Well, can you help Iris and me notify your masters that we’re here now?” Leon


    straightened up and cast Mister Umair a steely look.


    “Don’t be so cocky, you punk! You’re just at the Initial Innate State, and yet you dare to show us up right


    on our territory, I’ll show you who’s boss!” Mister Umair sneered. Although he did not know how Leon


    managed to defeat the guards so easily, he could tell by now that Leon was only at the Initial Innate


    State.


    He, on the other hand, was more powerful than the guards, and had already attained the Peak Innate


    State! Leon was no match for him at all.


    “Tsk, what an arrogant fellow! I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine!” Leon scoffed and got


    prepared to attack. If this fight caused too much of amotion and alerted the Scammells to their


    presence, it would work greatly in their favor.


    “How dare you! We’ll see who’sughing at the end of this! Take this!” Mister Umair shouted and set a


    surge of power barreling Leon’s way.


    “You made an enemy out of the wrong person!” Leon scoffed, and just as he was about to retaliate, a


    cold voice rang out from behind Mister Umair.


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    “Stop!”


    A beautiful woman emerged from behind them, pushing a middle–aged man in his wheelchair as they


    made their way toward them. The man looked to be in his mid–fifties, and had a determined look in his


    eyes, giving off an aura of power and authority that would make anyone perk up in fear.


    “Sir, Madam!” Mister Umair was surprised to see them, and immediately gave them a bow of respect.


    “What’s going on here, Mister Umair? What is all thismotion?” The man asked in a low voice as he


    nced around him.


    “Sir, these two crooks were trying to impersonate a cousin of the Scammells, and I’m punishing them


    for their deceit.” Mister Umair replied honestly.


    “What cousin?” The man furrowed his brows dubiously.


    “She ims to be the daughter of our second Missus…”


    “What? Second Missus? Could she be..?” The man was stunned to hear this and immediately turned to


    stare at Iris. When his gazended on her face, his voice began to tremble. “My dear, what is your


    name? Who… who is your mother?”


    “My name is Iris Young, and my mother is Prisci Scammell,” Iris replied.


    “Prisci…it really is her!” The man froze in shock as though he had been struck by lightning. Then, all


    of a sudden, he gripped his armrests as though he was trying to pull himself out of his wheelchair, but


    his legs gave out beneath him, and he slumped back into his seat.