Everyone’s mouth hung open in shock.
Thea stood rooted to the spot. It was a while before she managed to respond.
Quickly, she helped York up, saying, “Mr. Smith, wh-what are you doing? Please get up.”
“Ms. Thea, please forgive us. Please have mercy on my useless nephew.”
James said coldly, “He asked Thea to keep him company for three days.”
“What?”
York flew into a rage once more.
He was so angry he got up, searching for something. His eyes landed on a wooden chair. He grabbed it and slammed it into Zach’s lower body.
“Ah…”
Moans of pain echoed through the boutique.
Blood pooled at Zach’s crotch.
It was so painful he fainted!
Xena, whose face was bloodied, was so scared she turned pale. She kept retreating, crying all the while.
Everyone staggered backward as well as they were all frightened.
What just happened was ruthless!
Zach was now crippled!
After that, York knelt again. “Ms. Thea, does this please you?”
Thea had paled as well. Instinctively, she stepped backward and grabbed James’ hand, looking at him. “Jamie, what… what?”
James looked innocent. “Why are you looking at me? He’s not asking for my forgiveness. Thea, you must have some important people on your side.”
“Me?”
Thea was shocked.
Important people?
How would she know anyone important?
However, someone came to mind.
It was during the auction the Xaviers organized on the top floor of Cansington Hotel.
She had been captured by Trent, who cut her face up. Just as she was about to lose all hope, a man in a ghost mask appeared and saved her.
“Could it be him?”
Thea looked as though she was in a trance.
She then shook her head, dismissing her thoughts.
She knew that he had killed Warren, Trent, and the other three patriarchs.
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