His delicate small face was filled with cruelty. The most frightening thing was that he got a fruit knife from somewhere, and at that point, he was throwing it at Easton.
"Oh ..."
It made the surrounding people pale and frightened. In this small circle, the two children were not far from each other. Even if he was only a five or six-year-old child with nearly no accuracy, the knife would very likely hit Easton.
Melody did not expect her nephew to do that either. She was startled in a sudden, but then she smiled inapparently and a vicious gleam flashed in her eyes.
She pretended to be panic, but she cursed viciously in her heart, hoping that the knife would scratch Easton's face.
No one noticed that in the crowd, there stood a few tall, strong men in casual clothes. Their faces all went annoyed when they saw this. Just as they were about to make a move, one of the men raised his hand and stopped them.
They stared at Easton nervously and the little guy did not disappoint their expectations either. Although he was a little flustered at first, he soon calmed down.
He dodged quickly and the knife slid down near his waist. Seeing this, many people broke out in cold sweat. It would be so pitiful for such an attractive and intelligent little boy to have any accident.
The director was so scared that he immediately came over and check if Easton was hurt. Then he was relieved to know that Easton was safe.
Although Easton avoided it, he was in a very, very bad mood. Ever since he was born, he had rarely been so angry. His small face was tense, and he walked step by step towards Dan who threw the knife.
Melody was very regretful to see him safe and sound. When he came over, she frowned and subconsciously hid her nephew behind her.
"Well, Dan was just joking with you."
Almost all the staff members could not help but glare at her angrily after hearing the words. It was so unashamed of her to say like that. They felt guilty for that.
The little man looked at her, with no emotion in his big dark eyes, and his voice was very soft, "Oh? Joking with me?"
"Yes, yes."
Melody could only say that. For some reason, she felt a little nervous and guilty. When she regained her senses, she felt like she was totally insane.
He's just a little kid. There is no need to worry about it, let alone nothing happened to him.
Who was Easton? He was the only grandson of the Xaviers. From birth until this moment, he was spoiled by the whole family and was born with an unruly nature.
Derek never suppresses his son's natural instinct, but only held it back for a little when he occasionally crossed the line.
As the little overlord of the Xaviers, he did not take Melody and her nephew seriously at all. The verbal competition was nothing, but when her nephew tried to stab the little guy, how can he still be okay?
Easton squinted and suddenly smiled, "Since it's a joke, please excuse me, auntie. I have something to whisper to your nephew."
The staff was a little confused and did not know what the little boy was going to do, but somehow, everyone felt something was wrong.
Melody frowned and naturally, she wouldn't agree, "If you have anything to say, just say it openly."
"Since it's a whisper, of course, I should say it quietly. What's the matter? Your nephew just threw a knife at me as if nothing big. Now I just want to talk to him, can't I?"
Melody:"..."
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