The ExHusbands Revenge By Dragonsky

Chapter 1283

The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky Chapter 1283

“Mister Umair, isn’t it? Well, can you help Iris and me notify your masters that we’re here now?” Leon straightened

up and cast Mister Umair a steely look.

“Don’t be so cocky, you punk! You’re just at the Initial Innate State, and yet you dare to show us up right on our

territory, I’ll show you who’s boss!” Mister Umair sneered. Although he did not know how Leon managed to defeat

the guards so easily, he could tell by now that Leon was only at the Initial Innate State.

He, on the other hand, was more powerful than the guards, and had already attained the Peak Innate State! Leon

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was no match for him at all.

“Tsk, what an arrogant fellow! I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine!” Leon scoffed and got prepared to attack.

If this fight caused too much of a commotion and alerted the Scammells to their presence, it would work greatly in

their favor.

“How dare you! We’ll see who’s laughing at the end of this! Take this!” Mister Umair shouted and set a surge of

power barreling Leon’s way.

“You made an enemy out of the wrong person!” Leon scoffed, and just as he was about to retaliate, a cold voice

rang out from behind Mister Umair.

“Stop!”

A beautiful woman emerged from behind them, pushing a middle–aged man in his wheelchair as they made their

way toward them. The man looked to be in his mid–fifties, and had a determined look in his eyes, giving off an aura

of power and authority that would make anyone perk up in fear.

“Sir, Madam!” Mister Umair was surprised to see them, and immediately gave them a bow of respect.

“What’s going on here, Mister Umair? What is all this commotion?” The man asked in a low voice as he glanced

around him.

“Sir, these two crooks were trying to impersonate a cousin of the Scammells, and I’m punishing them for their

deceit.” Mister Umair replied honestly.

“What cousin?” The man furrowed his brows dubiously.

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“She claims to be the daughter of our second Missus…”

“What? Second Missus? Could she be..?” The man was stunned to hear this and immediately turned to stare at Iris.

When his gaze landed on her face, his voice began to tremble. “My dear, what is your name? Who… who is your

mother?”

“My name is Iris Young, and my mother is Priscilla Scammell,” Iris replied.

“Priscilla…it really is her!” The man froze in shock as though he had been struck by lightning. Then, all of a sudden,

he gripped his armrests as though he was trying to pull himself out of his wheelchair, but his legs gave out beneath

him, and he slumped back into his seat.