Hearing Elize Yarrow's cry, Julius Reed was dumbstruck.
He had asked Elize Yarrow to shout something similar to "indecent assault" so that people outside would think he was forcing her.
But now the tables had turned.
Far from whitewashing Elize Yarrow, he had only smeared her reputation further.
Now, not only the Leopold family but also the Yarrow family probably wanted to kill him!
"What, weren't you the one who asked me to shout?"
Elize Yarrow blinked, thinking she hadn't performed well enough.
After a moment of silence, she reached out her hand and hooked it under Julius Reed's chin, "My lord, do you like it?"
Standing at the door, Grant Yarrow felt a tightness in his chest and nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
And right beside him, Isidore Leopold's face was dark with anger, wishing he could kill someone on the spot!
"Mr. Yarrow! You really raised a fine daughter!"
Leaving these words behind, Isidore Leopold scoffed and turned to leave.
