Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 712

“This is preposterous” growled Henry angrily. “There are dozens of options for pets, and those people chose to keep eagles? Can they even control it?”

“I know, right?” complained Spencer, who thought that it was crossing a line as well. He said, “I’ll inform Mr. Zachary right away. He will deal with the matter accordingly.”

“Robbie, take a closer look. Can you tell who’s living in that villa?”

Henry wanted to find out if the Lindberg family was staying there.

“Just a bunch of ladies…”

Robbie checked his screen again. That was when he realized that someone was staring right into the camera installed in his mechanical dove.

Panic surged within him. He quickly turned the mechanical dove around, but it was too late.

Bang! A shot was fired from a gun, and Robbie’s screen turned into nothing but static and white noise.

“My dove!”

Robbie was so angry that he jumped to his feet. His tiny fists clenched while fury donned his face.

“What’s wrong?” asked Henry.

“Someone shot my mechanical dove,” answered Robbie. He was beyond agitated when he growled, “That is too mean!”

“Such insolence!” said Henry while frowning. “How dare they destroy my great-grandson’s invention!”

Henry turned to Spencer and ordered, “Send someone over immediately to teach them a lesson!”

“Understood,” replied Spencer. He picked up the phone to send his men to do the job. He even specified, “Tell them that the monster they keep as a pet has frightened our kids and our pet. Also, they damaged our kid’s invention, and their owner must apologize in person for it.”

After hanging up, Spencer turned to Henry and asked, “Will this do?”

“What do you think?” asked Henry as he shifted his attention to Robbie. Henry saw this as a chance to get closer to Robbie, and the former was adamant about helping his great-grandson who had been bullied.

“This will do for now,” said Robbie while frowning. He was furious, but he was still a reasonable person. He pointed out, “I spied on them with my mechanical dove, so I was at fault, too. It’s just that they didn’t need to shoot it. They could’ve spoken to us about it first.”

“You are right,” commended Spencer while nodding.