"Strike with a whip," Harry North said, kneeling.
A whip? The sting of the horsewhip was unbearable, just the thought of it sent shivers down the spine.
However, who told him to lay hands on the Crown Prince's woman? What could Deputy Li do? He could only lift the horsewhip, ready to strike.
Even though he had the best relationship with Harry North normally.
But in such times, he couldn't help him, and Deputy Li felt a sense of schadenfreude, knowing both the Crown Prince and the Admiral were difficult masters to serve, always making everyone nervous.
The horsewhip was about to crack down.
From inside the confinement room, the Crown Prince's voice, cold and gentle, drifted out: "Harry."
The two outside shuddered.
Harry immediately got up, pushed open the office door, and rushed in.
He knelt down with a thud: "Your Highness, is there anything else?"
Lucas Knight still lay reposed and laid-back, exuding an aura of nobility and authority that was hard to defy.
