Chapter 279

In less than an hour last night, Anselm was saved by a bodyguard. For a man like him, if this small wound was treated in time, he would have nothing serious.

Shane knew he was pretending to be in a coma.

Mr. Benedict spoke softly. "Anselm doesn't understand. Luckily you don't have any big problems. I'll punish him later."

"Dad."

Anselm was very dissatisfied.

Based on what does he deserve to be punished? He's just a little unlucky.

He wished the other bullet had hit Shane's heart or head.

Bertha had heard that the Miller's house was a traditional family, with strict ideas and family rules, but she had no concept of Mr. Benedict, she came here to watch the play anyway.

Shane did not answer Mr. Benedict, his face was gloomy and cold as ice, and he was very dissatisfied.

Liam spoke for him. "Mr. Benedict, are you covering up your son's shortcomings? This time if my young master wasn't lucky, the head of Miller's house would probably be someone else right now. The young master intends to b