Chapter 82 Betrayal Of Trust

• Brandon crashed his knees on the floor as soon as Ferdinand was dragged away, his strength failing him at the point when he needed it mostly. He was panting heavily as he struggled to catch and steady his breath.
• “You did well, uncle Brandon.” Ciara commended him with a small smile on her face. “I was thinking you would lose to uncle Ferdinand since he's much younger than you are, but he turns out to be weaker instead —I'm amazed at your prowess, uncle.”
• If Brandon had tried to be more attentive or observing, he would have noticed the sarcasm laced in her voice when she praised him, but Brandon, on the other hand, was feeling proud of himself and patiently waiting for his stomach to be filled up in no time.