Chapter 337

Harry struggled to get to his feet. Queenie attempted to offer assistance, but he angrily shoved her away, even appearing to raise his hand to strike her. Kyle's eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling glint appearing in their depths. He subtly raised his glass of white wine, a silent warning that Harry clearly understood, preventing him from laying a hand on Queenie. Kyle had encountered countless individuals like this—all bluster at home and spineless in the face of real power. He knew that a quick beating was all it took to set them straight. Harry, however, glared at Kyle, his face contorting with resentment. "Can you see what six years in prison have done to him? He not only disrespects you. He even dared to beat me like this! And don't think you're safe! He's just biding his time. It's only a matter of time before he turns his violence on you too! "And you're going to make it impossible for any of us to live in this village, Kyle! You better watch your back, because if anything g