Chapter 4: Chapter Four: A Resounding Slap in the Face

The plump woman had never seen such a display of force, and she trembled all over. "I, I... I'm telling you, my husband is Atwood Judith. If you don't let go right now... I'll call him! He's in the mall!"

Winfred Bessemer sneered and, holding Gemma, sprawled out on the sofa with an air of arrogance. If not for the small cookie in his hand that he was feeding to Gemma, he would have looked like a mafia boss.

Gemma Bessemer thought this, then made a "woof" sound and snatched the cookie from his hand.

While the plump woman was making a vivid phone call to complain, Winfred Bessemer continued to feed the baby in his arms. Seeing the relaxed expressions on both their faces, the saleswoman, full of worry, whispered, "Young Master, maybe you should leave. I heard that woman's husband, Atwood Judith, used to be a gangster."

"Hmph, whether it's Bill Gates or Warren Buffett, anyone who dares to touch my sister better be ready to be carried out on a stretcher!" With that, Winfred Bessemer cracked his neck.

Hearing this, the plump woman rolled her eyes mockingly and slowly straightened the gold chain around her neck. "Young man, stop putting on a show. Since you're young, if you and your sister sincerely apologize to us, I'll let this go. Otherwise... with those skinny arms and legs of yours, you probably can't take two punches from my husband!"

Winfred Bessemer smirked, "Oh? Is that so? I'll return the favor."

The plump woman wanted to mock the insolent young man some more but saw her husband's burly figure approaching. She pulled her daughter, whose face was covered in scratches, toward him, gesturing wildly and spitting as she exaggerated the story.

Winfred Bessemer habitually took out his e-cigarette, but remembering his sister was nearby, he put it back in his pocket.

The man, fuming, stood before the seemingly frail Winfred Bessemer, pointing at his face. "Kid, was it your sister who scratched my precious daughter's face?"

"So what if it was?" Winfred Bessemer raised his chin, carefully handing Gemma to the saleswoman, and stood up, a small cookie hanging from his mouth.

Atwood Judith, who had been used to being arrogant since his sudden wealth, had never been so disrespected by a teenager.

"Alright, you've got guts. Kneel down and apologize to my daughter, and I'll let you off this once!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Winfred Bessemer lazily glanced at him.

"You're asking for it!" Atwood Judith's eyes turned red with rage, and without regard for the onlookers or the store's surveillance, he lunged at Winfred Bessemer with a punch.

Gemma Bessemer saw the smirk on Winfred Bessemer's face and instantly understood. He was deliberately provoking him, making Atwood Judith attack first.

Seems like my fourth brother isn't that stupid after all, she thought, nodding in satisfaction. She cupped her hands to her mouth and called out in a cute, high-pitched voice, "Gege, go get him~"

Encouraged by his sister's support, Winfred Bessemer's smile widened. He easily caught the man's punch and delivered a sharp jab to his stomach, aiming for the softest, most painful spot that wouldn't cause serious injury. Seeing the man try to retaliate, he swiftly disarmed him, leaving Atwood Judith writhing on the ground.

"Uncle, stop! My Gege is still young, you can't bully him..."

Gemma Bessemer looked worried, but her words left the onlookers stunned. Who exactly was bullying whom?

"O-okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please... stop hitting me!"

Atwood Judith, no longer the intimidating figure he was, pleaded with tears and snot running down his face. When the security guards separated them, he reverted to his arrogant demeanor, hiding behind them while ordering his dazed wife to call a lawyer and pointing at Winfred Bessemer, shouting, "You little punk, just you wait! I've got money, and I'll hire the best lawyers to ruin your family!"

Channing Bessemer, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward with a smile. "Sir, what do you think of me?"

"X-Channing Bessemer, the top lawyer? Of course! Who in Y City could be better than you?!"

Atwood Judith was elated, thinking his reputation had attracted the renowned lawyer. Ignoring his limp arms, he approached with a grin, accidentally tearing his split lip and grimacing in pain, looking like a clown.

Supported by his wife, he walked up to the man. "Mr. Bessemer, I am Atwood Judith from Coal Industry."

"Mr. Austen, I've heard much about you," Channing Bessemer smiled politely.

Pleased by the respectful attitude, Atwood Judith shot a smug look at Winfred Bessemer. "Mr. Bessemer, that kid over there beat me up! If you can sue them until they're bankrupt, the reward..."

He chuckled, and his wife secretly showed a number. Channing Bessemer glanced at it and smiled. "Mr. Austen, you are quite generous. But... is that enough? Usually, when someone crosses me, it's... to the death."

He glanced at Winfred Bessemer and Gemma Bessemer, his eyes narrowing like a cunning fox waiting for its prey.

Atwood Judith, oblivious to the change, was delighted. "No wonder you're the top lawyer! Great, great! Kill that little bastard, to the death!"

"What do you think?" Channing Bessemer raised his chin at Winfred Bessemer, his smile enigmatic.

Winfred Bessemer shrugged, "Sounds reasonable. Do what you think is best, Channing."

Atwood Judith, who was feeling smug, suddenly froze. Big... Brother? Who did he just call Channing?

Panicking, he stammered, "Mr. Bessemer... he..."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. The one you called trash is my fourth brother, and the one your wife called a slut and accused of stealing clothes is my fifth sister." Channing Bessemer's eyes were icy cold.

Gemma Bessemer secretly gave a thumbs-up in her mind. No one could match her eldest brother, Channing Bessemer, in scheming. She finally understood what it meant to give someone hope only to dash it completely.

"W-what?!"

Atwood Judith collapsed to the ground, unable to accept the reality. His wife, confused, demanded, "Mr. Bessemer, even if he is your brother, you can't be biased! My husband was beaten severely, and his arms are immobile—this is a fact!"