“Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. You’re just a pathetic delivery guy. Offend President Lancaster and we’ll make sure you can’t survive in this city.”
With that, he gave a signal to the two bodyguards behind him.
They grabbed me and forced me toward the examination room.
Even my unconscious son was carried out against his will.
My eyes burned with rage as I struggled to save him, but pain suddenly exploded in the back of my leg.
The assistant had kicked the hollow of my knee and I collapsed to the floor.
He yanked my hair and sneered coldly.
“You and your bastard son, how could your lives ever compare to President Lancaster’s beloved husband and child?”
“I advise you not to make a scene, or you’ll alert them. After that, things won’t be so simple!”
I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. “What do their lives have to do with me? If they die, even better...”
Before I could finish, a searing pain exploded in my mouth; he had lit a lighter and shoved it straight in.
I tried to dodge, my body wracked with agony, but the two burly men behind me held me down so tightly that I couldn’t move.