Inside the room, Margaret Whitmore was kneeling down in front of a woman. Her hands were trembling and she kept on begging.
"Julian, please forgive my Lucian if he did something to offend you or John. He is just a kid. He doesn't understand. I'll do my best to stop him once he comes back from Hong Kong. I'll give him a good beating. He'll never do something like this again."
"Six years ago I let you, mother and son pair, leave out of the pity of my heart. Now, I regret my decision." Julian Smith glanced at the woman at her feet with a disgruntled expression. Margaret was the same age as Julian but still looked younger—and more beautiful despite the years. Even with all her salons and spas, Julian could not fight against natural grace.
"Should we beat her, Madam Julian?" one of the men said. There were three bulky men holding rods.
