Chapter 507

When Bethany Ackerley shouted, Edward Ackerley felt a sting on his cheek. He reached up to touch it—his hand came away covered in blood. Everyone around them was barely holding in their laughter. You couldn't really blame them—who wouldn't crack up? On Edward’s face, scribbled out in plain bold letters: “I’m a bastard little turtle.” That’s not just cursing him, it’s dragging Reginald in for a two-for-one special! Reginald Ackerley was about to blow a gasket. This kind of insult? Outrageous! "Edward, was it Leslie? That little witch, was it her?" Edward vaguely remembered seeing Leslie Green before blacking out. He touched the cut across his face. Long, not too deep, but enough that if he didn’t get it treated, he’d definitely end up with a scar. Reginald’s face was dark as thunder. It had to be Leslie. He’d sent people to orchestrate a “little accident” for Broderick Ackerley, but all they managed was giving Broderick a scratch on his cheek. So Leslie hit back. And she went straight f