The Duke of Kent looked at Jiao Yang with a solemn expression, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Are you asking me for a favor?"
Taking a step back, Jiao Yang straightened his wrinkled shirt and spoke earnestly, "I..."
"Yang Yang!" Jiao Yalin hurriedly ran down the stairs, "Don't..."
"I beg you, help me save Luo Xiaoqian. As repayment, you may ask me to do anything." Ignoring his mother's dissuasion, Jiao Yang addressed the Duke of Kent with a polite and respectful tone.
"Hmph!" The Duke of Kent snorted coldly through his nose, "Do you think that will make me agree? The fact that a woman can make you act like this proves her influence over you. Today, you ask me to save her; tomorrow, you might disregard the family's and company's interests for her. Such a woman deserves to die; I won't help you."
"Family? Company?!" Jiao Yang sneered, "That's all you ever care about. I truly feel sorry for you."
He turned and strode upstairs.
