Chapter 1285

“A cousin of the Scammells! She must be Aunt Priscilla’s daughter!” Nigel was a little surprised to hear of all this. Although he had never met Priscilla before, he was still a direct descendant of the Scammells, and thus had heard plenty about her.

He turned to glance at Iris, and when he laid eyes on her, he could not help gasping in awe.

Nigel had always taken a fancy to pretty women and had seen his fair share of gorgeous ladies in this city, but this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on such a stunner. No woman in Sky County came even close to Iris‘ charm and beauty!

The truth was, Springfield City was famous for breeding gorgeous women, and the fact that Iris managed to stand out from the rest and even become known as the prettiest of the Four Beauties spoke volumes about her beauty. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman in the entire Sky County, and not just the Southern Region itself.

“Uncle Damian, this is just a minor issue. It’s just a mere misunderstanding, and I think we should let it go!” Nigel said, chuckling.

“Let it go? Are you suggesting that it’s okay for others to pick on my niece?” Damian asked in annoyance.

“Uncle Damian, you’re jumping to conclusions! Mister Umair had acted rashly on the basis that he did not know who this pretty lady was, so how can you say he picked on her?” Nigel snickered.

“How dare you say I’m jumping to conclusions? If he doesn’t know who Iris is, why didn’t he ask me?

He should never have tried to attack her, and if I hadn’t passed by and noticed the commotion, Iris would have gotten hurt!” Damian snarled.

Damian was right. Not only did Mister Umair intend to hurt Iris, he even almost captured her, but thankfully, Leon was here to save the day. If Leon had not been able to defeat the guards, they would have been taken hostage by now.

“That’s all just if’s! Everything has been cleared up now, hasn’t it?” Nigel let out a nonchalant laugh, then instructed Mister Umair, “Mister Umair, you’re in the wrong, and you should apologize to Miss Iris right now!”

“Yes, sir.” Mister Umair nodded, then turned to Iris. “Miss Iris, I apologize for the way I treated you just now when I was unaware of your true identity. Please do forgive me.”

Before Iris could even say a word, Damian piped up. “Apologize properly! I asked you to get on your knees, did you not hear me just now? Are you deaf?”

He was outraged not just by how insincere Mister Umair’s apology sounded, but by the fact that he had taken no notice of Damian’s orders at all.

“Um…” Mister Umair turned to glance at Nigel as though he was asking for permission. The fact that he even dared to ignore Damian’s orders was because he was a relative from the second line of the Scammells‘ direct descendants, and thus, Nigel was his true master.

“You bastard!” Damian bellowed. Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he sent a surge of true energy barreling Mister Umair’s way.