With Vincent Smith's command, five to six muscular men rushed into the room, heading straight for Yvette Larson.
The latter had come alone today. Although she was left helpless, she never spared her family a glance.
She knew full well that not a single one of them would provide her with any assistance. As such, she would never stoop so low as to beg for their help.
Even up until now, Quince Larson was sure that his cousin would go down on her knees to ask for his help. Yet, what he saw was a resolute and stubborn expression.
That was nothing like what Quince Larson was expecting. He wanted to see his cousin pitiful, throwing aside her dignity to beg him for help.
It was obvious that the latter looked down on him.
"Yvette Larson, are you not going to ask us for help?" Quince Larson was fuming so badly that he had actually taken the initiative to ask that question.
