The Florist's Dominance

Chapter 4

The little boy under the bench spoke again while sobbing, "Daddy, they're coming soon! Anyway, don't let them take me!"

The tone of the boy's voice was full of hope, "Promise, okay?"

Right at that moment, one of the men in black suits looked at Adrian and communicated with his colleague while pointing toward Adrian. Their gazes were sharp and they approached Adrian with quick steps.

As if without thinking, Adrian answered, "Yes, just relax. I'll deal with them."

The two men in black suits stopped right in front of Adrian with tense and alert postures. Their eyes immediately caught the small figure crouching under the bench.

One of them spoke gently, "Young Master, we finally found you."

They crouched down and spoke again, "Let's go home, don't make the madam worry."

The boy under the bench gripped Adrian's leg tightly. "Daddy, I don't know them. You have to chase them away or they'll force me!"

Adrian asked politely, "Who are you? Why are you chasing him?"

The man answered firmly, "We are the Harvey family's security guards, and we are here to pick up young master Ansel."

The boy under the bench shook Adrian's leg again. "They're lying, Daddy! I don't know them!"

Adrian didn't immediately believe either party. His sharp eyes observed every movement of the two men. They looked trained and professional.

After brief consideration, Adrian asked for proof. "What's your evidence that you were sent by his family? And if you really are his guards, why is this boy so frightened like this?"

The large-bodied man with a scar on his chin reached into his pocket and pulled out an ID card with the logo of the letter H and a golden shield, which was the Harvey family emblem. Below it was his photo and personal data.

"This is my ID card. We are part of the Harvey family's official security team."

The second, thinner man added while showing a photo on his phone, "This is a photo of Young Master Ansel. See for yourself, his face is exactly the same as the child hiding under you."

Adrian glanced at the photo. It was true, the boy in the photo was identical to the boy now gripping his leg. But something bothered Adrian's heart. This boy's fear was too real for just a child who didn't want to go home.

The boy under the bench cried, "Daddy, make them go away! They're mean!"

The two men sighed and crouched down again while trying to reach for the boy. "Young master, enough of the hide and seek. The madam is very worried."

The boy screamed hysterically, "No!!!"

Before the man's hand touched Ansal, Adrian had already moved. Quickly, he swatted away the man's arm. "Wait."

The two guards looked at him with narrowed eyes, their patience beginning to wear thin. "This is an internal family matter. Don't butt in!"

From his seat, Adrian shot back sharply, "If you're really his guards, you should know how to pick him up without traumatizing him."

Then he continued, "And this young master is calling me 'Daddy', that clearly shows he needs protection. Let him calm down first, then we'll talk nicely. Or call his mother right now, let me talk to her!"

The man in the black suit snorted irritably. "Who do you think you are? You think you deserve to speak with the Harvey family?"

Adrian answered casually, "If I don't deserve to speak with them, you also don't deserve to touch him."

The guard's patience this time was truly exhausted. The two men tried again to reach for the boy under the bench without paying attention to Adrian. However, Adrian's hands quickly twisted both men's arms.

"Aaarrrggghhhh!" Both men groaned in pain.

Shocked by Adrian's attack, the two suited men launched a counterattack by directing punches with their other hands. But Adrian managed to avoid them by tilting his body slightly without getting up from his seat.

In an instant, Adrian launched a counterattack, his long fingers pressing a vital point on the large-bodied man's wrist. The man immediately felt numbness spreading from his hand to his shoulder.

The man shouted in panic while trying to move his suddenly paralyzed hand, "What did you do?!"

The thin man beside him didn't stay still. He launched a kick toward Adrian's head. But Adrian, with minimal movement, managed to avoid the kick.

His free hand moved quickly, catching the man's ankle and pressing a vital point on his leg. The thin man immediately felt a painful electric shock spreading throughout his leg.

The thin man fell with a grimacing face in pain.

The large-bodied man tried to attack Adrian with his one still-functioning hand. "Demon! Take this!"

But that was a stupid decision, because Adrian pressed the vital point on his other wrist again. As a result, both of the man's hands were completely paralyzed.

"Arrrghhh!"

The thin man who had fallen tried to crawl backward with a pale face. "Y-You, who are you really?!"

Before Adrian could answer, the roar of a car engine was heard approaching. A large black SUV stopped hard in front of them. Its doors opened and five other men in black suits got out hurriedly.

Ansal under the bench became even more frightened. "Daddy..."

"Relax," Adrian whispered without taking his eyes off the five new men. "I'm not going anywhere."

A man who had a tattoo on his neck stepped forward with an intimidating gaze. He looked like the leader of the group.

"Enough of the games. Hand over the Young Master now, or we'll use rough methods."

Adrian remained sitting casually on the bench, even crossing his legs. "Rough methods? You've been using rough methods all along. And look at the results."

The leader glanced at his two colleagues who were still groaning in pain, one with both hands hanging uselessly, the other crawling with legs still trembling.

His gaze at Adrian changed, from threat to high alertness. "You're not an ordinary person, it seems."

He continued his words with a firm, pressing tone, "But you're playing with fire. The Harvey family isn't an opponent you can casually mock."

Adrian answered indifferently, "And I'm also not someone who likes to look for trouble."

Adrian glanced briefly toward Ansal. "But this child asked for protection. Until there's a reasonable explanation for why he's scared half to death of his own family's guards, I won't hand him over."