"Foolish!" Lillian scornfully looked at her good-for-nothing brother. "If we eliminate Lucas Walker, the throne will be ours, won't it?"
"I'm stupid?" Carl scoffed as he glanced at his sister. "Why don't you have one then? I'm sure there would be countless people willing to climb into your bed, wouldn't there?"
Lillian's face dramatically shifted. "If you were not my brother, I would kill you with my own hands!"
"Hmph!" Carl sneered. "Brother, when did you ever treat me as your brother?"
"That's because you brought it upon yourself! Have you ever done anything to earn my respect from childhood to now?" Lillian furiously retorted.
Carl rolled his eyes dismissively, hitting Lillian with a low blow. "At least I've never been stripped naked by an Asian woman."
Seething with anger, Lillian abruptly rose from the sofa, walked up to Carl and grabbed his shirt collar.
"Enough!"
Duke Charli rebuked sharply.
Clutching Carl's collar, Lillian's face was deadly cold.
