Penny declared angrily, "Hubby, let's go! If he isn't willing to help us, we can ask for Professor Glades' help."
Harold couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Ha! My teacher? He has retired ages ago. Even if you offer him a handsome reward and grovel at his feet for three days, he won't agree to help you."
"I'm the only one who can assist, so make up your mind. Will you agree to my condition or not?"
Nathan glared at him icily. "Do you think you're being funny?"
Harold smirked. "I merely want your wife to be my model. Is that a problem? Are you saying I'm lusting over your wife? Do you want me to be honest by telling you I want to draw your wife naked and sleep with her?" he inquired and laughed loudly.
Harold glanced at Nathan, who was shooting daggers at him. Chuckling, he continued, "You seem angry with me. Do you want to hit me? Do you dare do so?"
"I am the only one who can help you. If you dare, go on. Hit me."
Whoosh!
Nathan raised his arm to slap Harold as the old man's irises dilated in disbelief.
All he could do was watch as Nathan's palm came closer to him.
Slap!
The sound resembled that of an exploding firecracker.
Nathan's forceful slap landed on Harold's face, slashing his skin open. Blood trickled down.
Harold spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth as his body flew sideways and collided into the coffee table.
"Ah!”
The servant who was standing aside gasped in shock.
Penny was terribly anxious by the turns of events.
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