Chapter 447 Who Do You Think You Are

• “Who do you think you are? Do you think these few lackeys can hold me back?” Osmond smirked and lounged nonchalantly in his wheelchair.
• “I'm well aware of your exceptional abilities, Mr. Lestrange, but do you think I've only prepared these few men?” Jasper sneered, his teeth clenched in anger. There was no need to keep up the pretense.
• Osmond nodded before casually pulling out his phone and sending a message.