They stared at the middle-age man in an expensive attire, who walked inside with five men following behind.
"Norman?! Why didn't you alert us before letting them in?!!" The Baron yelled.
Norman sneered:
"You still thinks you're the Baron? After Master Scar deal with you, I'll be the next Baron."
"Sir Norman?! Are you betraying my father?!" Mott yelled in rage.
"Yes, Mott... All of you are better off on the street, don't you think, Baroness? I asked you to spend a night with me, and I'll give you the money, but you refused... I'm just surprised you didn't tell your husband."
"What?!!!"
The Baron turned to his wife, whose head was lowered.
"Calm down, Father... Thank goodness Mum refused, but I want to ask; How did you get so much money to pay my Mum if she had accepted?" Mott asked with a slight frown.
