Chapter 118

"What are you trying to do?" Donald ran over with a thunderous expression on his face. He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Perseus was unharmed. Mick Archer was unwell and had been vocalizing his discomfort. Donald, unaware of Mick's needs, had been held up. "Hello, Mr. Layton." Brody's expression smoothened at once when he saw Donald. He smiled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Layton, what brings you here? This is such a small thing. My men and I will take care of it." "Let me ask you again. What are you doing? What are you planning to do?" Donald said menacingly as he stood with his hands behind his back. "Mr. Layton, you don't understand. This guy is a convict who was just released. He's trying to force his way into our neighborhood, so I stopped him." Max jumped out to try and look important. "I suspect that he came in here to steal…" "Convict? Have you seen him in jail? Did you see him steal anything? You suspect? What gave you the right to suspect? Who are you, anyway