Matthew Morgan's face showed barely any expression, his right hand naturally resting on the armrest of the sofa, his index and middle fingers holding a half-burned cigarette.
Smoke curled around.
He raised his left hand and moved his fingers slightly. The assistant beside him immediately walked over, "Grandpa Morgan?"
"Bring Miss Chloe over."
"Yes."
…
On that side, when Lily Grant was kneeling and begging for mercy, Chloe Grant had already dropped her umbrella.
Lily Grant was in quite a miserable state now.
Her hair was a mess, her clothes were dirty and disheveled, and she could hardly use her right hand. Because she was wearing a light-colored top, some blood stains were still clearly visible on her right side.
However, there weren't too many.
"Lily Grant, this is my last warning. You better not mess with me again, or I'll beat you every time I see you!"
