Casper North was quite pleased with Shea’s cooperation.
When he saw the bodyguards closing in on them, encircling them in the middle, he didn’t struggle, just stood there obediently.
Vincent Hawthorne felt somewhat appeased seeing the two brats with no way to escape: "It’s too late to pretend to be good now!" He viciously shouted at the bodyguards, "What are you standing there for? Move quickly!"
The bodyguard quickly responded.
Claire North, watching from the side, felt a surge of excitement.
She couldn’t do anything about Raina North, had suffered quite a bit from her recently, but none of that mattered. As long as she could take down these two little bastards, giving them a good lesson, Raina would definitely feel more pain than she had been through.
Colin, following behind Vincent Hawthorne, hesitated: "Sir, they’re just two children."
Vincent Hawthorne immediately got angry: "Have these two little brats bought you over too?"
"I wouldn’t dare, sir. I just think doing this would make the young master even angrier."
Vincent Hawthorne let out a cold laugh: "I would like to see, what can Elias Hawthorne do to me, his father?"
Seeing Vincent Hawthorne’s mind was made up, Colin dared not advise further. He thought that once the bodyguards caught the two children, he must remind them to be gentle with them. Otherwise, any real harm could affect the father-son relationship between the master and the young masters.
At this moment, a series of thuds was heard and shockingly the bodyguards collapsed to the ground one after another, appearing to have fainted.
Colin instinctively walked over and nudged the bodyguards, finding them motionless and deeply asleep.
Colin was utterly astonished, and just then a unique fragrance wafted over, making him dizzy after just a whiff.
Startled, he immediately held his breath.
Vincent Hawthorne stood at a distance, so when the scent wafted over with the wind, its effect wasn’t as strong. Even so, the unprepared Vincent also fell to the ground upon smelling it, but he remained conscious.
Claire North, like Vincent Hawthorne, collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The feeling of powerlessness made her incredibly terrified.
Colin, being the only one standing, was shocked and rushed toward Casper North without hesitation.
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Casper North revealed something in his palm and quickly said, "If you dare take another step, I’ll crush this."
Colin had witnessed the power of this thing and was extremely apprehensive, his body tense, eyes fixed on Casper North like a hawk.
Seeing this, Casper North snorted coldly, "Just stay away from me, or if you scare me, who knows what I’ll do? Rest assured, I won’t harm myself; my sister and I have already taken the antidote."
Colin couldn’t feel reassured at all, and seeing the little one staring at him, he had no choice but to back away step by step.
Once Casper North confirmed that Colin was far enough away, he satisfactorily withdrew his gaze and leisurely walked over with Shea in tow.
Vincent Hawthorne felt utterly powerless, like a lump of mud slumped on the ground. This disgrace made him both angry and hateful. Through gritted teeth, he roared, "You little brats, what have you done!"
He surveyed the bodyguards sprawled on the ground, finally looking at Vincent Hawthorne: "If I were you, I’d be polite right now. Otherwise, if I get upset, who knows what irrational things I might do? Don’t think I’m just bluffing—after all, I’m just a kid. If I did something irrational, I wouldn’t have to take responsibility. I just wonder if you’ll be able to keep your old life safe?"