The Queen Wicked Deeds

Henry was only five years old when he opened his eyes for the second time. The first time was when he was still in the arms of the beautiful woman with a beautiful and gentle face.

He grew up in the house of the Mill Family, there were privileged people. The many lives that were under their control could account for thousands, maybe millions.​​

"Henry, don't you want to play with your little friends?"

The woman with blond hair and a beautiful smile asked. She was not his mother. However, everyone in the house treated her as if she were the Madame of the house.

"No," Henry didn't mind sounding rude or aggressive. He didn't like that woman a bit.

It was a shame for that beautiful woman to waste her efforts into trying to please him. He was not the usual little boy that can be bought with toys and candies, not even fruit tarts.

He was a little indifferent kid. His emerald eyes didn't reflect joy nor interest in anything, but only a mission.

[Steal a candy from a kid.]

Henry frowned from the silliness of the mission. It was ridiculous.

"Henry," the voice of a little girl woke him up from his thoughts. "Won't you come with me to play?"

She was the daughter of CEO Rios, one of the foreign companies that were partnering with his father. It would be impolite to discard her invitation.

He nodded and moved behind her. The other parents were already discussing their business deals, their new investments, their wonderful vacation in an exclusive resort. Whatever the boring ȧduŀt life could manage to find fun with.

The children were more simple. Candies, cakes, toys, and laughs were what they found joy with.

"Give me that!"

"What… you want it, little crybaby?"

"Give me, it is mine!"

A little boy of about five years old was between two tall boys of maybe seven years old. One of them had a popsicle in his hands and was shaking it up and laughing at the poor attempts of the little boy to grab it.

"I will tell my father…" the little boy screamed, however, before he could go running to the venue, the boy with the popsicle was shoved to the ground. Henry took the popsicle from his hands and looked at him.

"You…" the boy on the floor cried, and then ran away from the playground.

Henry shrugged his shoulders and threw the candy to the other boy. The mission was complete.

"Young master," Mateo, his friend, and ȧssistant gave him a cookie.

"What is this?"

Henry furrowed his brows and looked at Mateo that was now behaving strangely. He was looking as if his gaze was lost.

The cookie in his hand had a name, made with chocolate chips.

"Mellie," Henry sighed and went out of the party. It was boring, and he didn't find any sense in continuing staying there.

However, just before he could go out, the shout of his father took him by surprise.

"Stay right there, you ungrateful brat!"

However, that wishful thinking was far from reality. The clever boy had been in contact with his grandfather from the beginning. The shares on his name were passed to a trusty, the butler of his grandpa, and now he was the one who managed his finances.

"What did you do to the son of Mr. Cardile?"

The boy of seven years old was still crying while hiding behind the skirt of his mother.

"Nothing," Henry said with an indifferent look. He was tired, so he didn't want to drag more the conversation.

"Why then is he crying? He told you that you hit him! Where are your manners! Do a son of the Mills Family behaves like that?!"

His voice was reaching every corner of the hall, the man wanted to make the old man realize that the boy was becoming unruly because of that butler. He needed better control and who can be better than his uncle to teach him.

"I didn't hit him."

"Lies!"

The seven years old boy shouted pointing his finger. However, Henry didn't seem to be bothered by it.

"I didn't hit him, he is too big for me."

The crowd looked at the boy crying, and they nodded. Henry was a skinny little kid with adorable bright emerald eyes and delicate manners. Even his voice was soft and gentle.

On the other hand, the other kid was already seven years old, almost eight. He was a bit fat, and he was known as a bully among the other kids.

The other parents had made a lot of complaints against his behavior, but his mother spoiled him too much. This time, however, she couldn't say a word, or she would incur the ire of the Mills family.

It came unexpectedly that the uncle of the kid came to her aid. She somehow raised strange hopes of that man being interested in her.

Uncle Mills looked at the fat kid for the first time, he hadn't seen him well before. He only wanted to punish that impudent brat for a while.

"The fat boy should be lying…"

"Yes, that must be. How mannerless."

"He had done that before, it's because of the lack of education. How disgusting."

The little rumors and voices around were making Mrs. Cardile and her son red in shame. It was the first time to be accused like that and not having the power to retaliate.

If they were in some other place, without so many big shots in the party, she could use her power to suppress anyone. They won't dare to talk in her presence.

However, this time, she was now the one suffering criticisms.

"You lie!" the fat boy was enraged by the blatant falseness of Henry, and he moved forward to raise his hand and deliver a punch to Henry.

Uncle Mills didn't stop him. He knew that the cunning little brat would then show his skills that he had been hiding, or in the best scenario, be hit.

'You will see, disgusting brat.'

The man was waiting for the other boy to deliver the punch, but none of that happened.

Two bodyguards stepped forward, and one of them grabbed the little kid from the hand.

His mother quickly went to take her kid, however, the bodyguard didn't let him go.

"Stop it!" she screamed and hit the man, but he didn't budge.

"What is going on here?!"

"Father!" Uncle Mills went to help the old man walk, but he didn't have a chance when Henry moved first to take the old man's hand.

"Good boy," the old man nodded and smiled at Henry. The same emerald eyes but older were looking at their younger version.

The signature of the family was on their eyes. Emerald's shiny eyes and Henry had inherited them with the color more shiny and beautiful than the rest of the family.

"What is going on?" He asked his second son. However, his voice was devoid of any gentleness as before.

"Father, that is…" Uncle was at a loss for words. He wanted to attract the attention of the old man, but this time it was no good. "It was only a misunderstanding between kids, there is nothing major going on."

He smiled and wanted to defuse the situation.

"Grandpa," little Henry blinked his beautiful eyes, "I think I made a mistake."

The old man raised his brow.

"What happened, boy?"

"Uncle scolded me before because… that boy there said that I hit him."

The old man looked at the fat boy and frowned his brow. Then he looked at his son with a fierce look.

"Did you do it?"

He was not asking Henry, but his son.

"I… I thought… it was all a misunderstanding, father. These little fights of children don't need to be thought that much."

The old man frowned even more and turned to look at the woman with the fat child, her husband arrived a little later as he was talking over the phone.

"It is a shame that my son doesn't know how to protect his family," he shot a look at his son then moved to Mrs. Cardile, "but I do, from now on, the relationship and partnership with the Cardile family are over. Whoever tries to make business with them is against us, the Mills family.