Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 446

"Mmm... mmm..." Veronica McCarthy struggled.

The tablecloth in the café wasn't particularly clean; it was spread on the tabletop every day, and the taste in her mouth was not very pleasant.

"I’ll count to three." said Blake MacNeil as he removed the cloth from her mouth and then grabbed her right hand.

"One, two..."

Veronica McCarthy hurriedly spoke, "I'll talk!"

It was terrifying. She didn't want her hand to be twisted again.

"I, I am the mother of Drake and Josh, I just wanted to get close to Anthony Crawford, really. I have no intentions towards you or Lilly Crawford, let alone any intention to harm Lilly Crawford..."

"It's just that in the Crawford family, everyone adores Lilly Crawford. Anthony Crawford treats Lilly Crawford better than his own son, and that's why I wanted to get close to Lilly Crawford..."

Blake MacNeil looked at her coldly, "How do you know my whereabouts?"

Veronica McCarthy opened her mouth and said, "You might not believe it when I say this, but... I can tell fortunes."

Seeing skepticism in Blake MacNeil's eyes and feeling the increasing pressure from his grip, she hurriedly added, "I'm serious, I really can tell fortunes!"

Blake MacNeil sneered at her, "Did you foresee that you would lose both hands today?"

Veronica McCarthy was taken aback for a moment.

Then, there was a snap!

Before she could scream, the tablecloth was shoved back into her mouth.

Blake MacNeil stood up, shook his black coat, and coldly said, "Don't have any ideas about the Crawford family, or next time it will be your neck that gets twisted."

With that, he turned and walked away.

He could discern that Veronica McCarthy was telling the truth about why she was getting close to Lilly Crawford.

However, she lied about how she knew about his whereabouts.

At the same time, he realized that even if he were to twist her neck today, she wouldn't dare reveal the support she had behind her.

He might as well go back and ask Lilly Crawford.

Blake MacNeil casually grabbed a wet tissue from the café counter, wiped his hands, and without looking back, tossed it into the trash bin behind him.

The receptionist at the counter had her mouth wide open in an 'O' shape...

Upstairs.