บท 582: Feisty Little Sister

"You tricked us!" Wolfe howled at their captors face. "We thought you were our friend! You said you were President D's sister and yet you are nothing like him!"

"Oh little boy, it wasn't my fault if you had been tricked," She replied to him with a mock. She then made a face and teased the boy with the intention of making him upset. After all, Wolfe was nothing but a child, "I withdraw my first comment about you then. You weren't that smart after all. You and your little sister were ever too trusting. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk to strangers?"

"Oh," She flushed a distraught face as she pondered on her own words. Then she put a hand on her mouth as if she made an implicit statement. All these of course were just some little acts to make Wolfe upset, "I forgot. You don't have a mother right? All you have is that feisty runaway Montreal's sire and a bald laborer's son you call uncle,"