"Christopher Robinson," Kevin Carter had never been subjected to such humiliation.
He was always the object of respect for others.
Today, he was being ground into the dirt by his own nephew.
As if that wasn't enough, Christopher even wanted to make him a puppet?
"Keep shouting."
The man turned and walked back to the chair by the window and sat down.
He crossed his legs, his posture as arrogant as a peacock.
Ben Clinton stepped on Kevin Carter's back, forcing him to stay on the floor, unable to move.
Kevin Carter looked up at Christopher from the floor, grinding his teeth, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger: "Bastard."
Christopher tilted his head slightly, glanced at Ben behind him, and Ben stepped on Kevin's head.
"Uncle, do I, your nephew, need to teach you the principle of bowing your head under someone else's roof?"
"Don't bother hoping for someone to save you. Your guards and your Secretary-General are not here."
