For Faye Lockwood, the slap was more than just the sting on her cheek; it was a profound humiliation.
Looking at Faye Lockwood before her, Mrs. Lockwood felt nothing but anger. She had brought all of this on herself.
"Mom! Let me tell you, that bitch Vera Warner—"
Before Faye Lockwood could finish, Mrs. Lockwood cut her off.
"Even now, you're still being so defiant? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"Yes, our group is considered influential here in Aethelgard. But compared to the Morgan Group, we're nothing. You have no idea how terrifying the Morgan Group is, or how ruthless its president, Victor Morgan, can be."
"Many people who offended him in the past have vanished into thin air. Their families didn't even dare to ask questions and could only secretly move out of the city. Do you understand?"
"Do you think he achieved his current status by chance? You're not even qualified to witness the methods he uses, nor would you dare."
