The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 532

Michael was on the floor, completely paralyzed with fear. When he heard this, h e nearly peed his pants. Cold sweat began t o trickle down his body.

Although Ivan and Neil had also stepped forward to confront her, he had spoken with the most bite and even did his happy dance in an attempt to mock her. It seemed that he had truly pissed this Goddess of War off.

"Goddess of War, pl-please, have mercy on me. I didn't know you were a Goddess of War. I..."

Michael kneeled on the floor and began to kowtow to her, but it seemed that he quickly thought of something and pointed a t Ivan instead. "I was just listening to Ivan and the rest. They said that Fane was leeching off a rich woman,” he said." They’ve led me astray! I'm innocent!”

Ivan never thought that Michael would think of dragging him down to hell. He was suddenly overcome with anger and a wave of panic.

He clenched his teeth and took two steps forward, glaring viciously at Michael." Young Master Wilson, we're good friends, aren't we? How can you accuse me of something like that? Who was the one who said he wanted to see the rich woman's true colors? Who was the one who said that she had a secret affair? And who was the only who refused to listen, but remained arrogant and stubborn?"

"Hmph. Not another word from you!" Michael harrumphed coldly. "Don't tell me you didn't call her a rich hag as well?"

He was determined to drag Ivan down with him.

He was well aware that his death was certain if he did not drag Ivan along with him-even if he did not die, he would probably be handicapped for life.

It was useless to drag Neil or Ken along.

Ivan, however, was different—he was the young master of the Taylor family, the only son. There was no way the Goddess of War would dare kill him.

It was Old Man Taylor's birthday-his 70th. No way a Goddess of War would dare kill his grandson during his birthday.

Besides, Fane was the Taylors' son-in-law, and the Taylors were somewhat related to the Wilsons. Theoretically, Fane should be calling him 'Cousin', so he could not afford t o not spare his reputation and press him o n this matter. Right?

"Th-thank you, Goddess of War!"

Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not going to die. Then, h e looked at Fane. "Brother Fane, we've known each other for quite some time now. Please go easy on me!" he said. "Besides, it’s Old Man Taylor’s birthday today, and I’m his esteemed guest. I came over to celebrate. Don’t tell me you want to trouble me instead?'

Fane gave a dry smile. "That's right. You’re an esteemed guest, and it’s Grandfather's birthday today. So I really can't trouble you all that much!"

Michael was even more elated. It seemed that Fane was not an idiot after all, being aware that he was a young master of a second-class aristocratic family and not daring to lift a finger against him. That was why he would definitely only receive a small punishment later.