First Special District.
Harry North knelt on the ground, reporting: "Crown Prince, today Miss Eva Nightingale is in a good mood. She asked me to send her greetings to you and said thank you."
Lucas Knight was sitting on the sofa, his back lazily leaning against the sofa chair back, with his long legs crossed, looking extremely relaxed and casual.
But his whole body exuded an aura of abstinence, a warning for strangers to keep their distance.
He curled his lips in a charming yet sinister smile, hmm, thanks? That little thing, how does she plan to thank him? Besides, he doesn’t lack gratitude but her kiss.
How about this? When he sees her, he should make her kiss him, tongue-kiss, how about that? Let’s decide on that?
"Hmm." Lucas Knight was sparing with words, as if fearing he would be charged for speaking extra.
For some reason, Harry North seemed to detect... displeasure from the master’s tone?
And a hint of silent anger?
Harry North, having followed the Crown Prince for years, wouldn’t misjudge. Before the master gets angry, coldness emanates from him... Moreover, he is sparing with words, appearing calm on the surface.
But, this calmness is rather a sign of the Crown Prince’s impending rage.
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The next second, the master’s cold voice came through: "Harry North, where did you touch her? Hmm?"
Harry North: "..." he shivered all over, kneeling, cold sweat pouring down.
How could Harry dare...
It happened when they were getting out of the car; the women on the square went crazy, surrounding the Rolls-Royce Phantom, wildly taking pictures, refusing to leave.
As Miss Eva Nightingale got out, Harry was afraid she’d be shoved, so he reached out and steadied her.
How did the Crown Prince know?
Harry broke out in cold sweat: "Crown Prince, Harry swears it wasn’t on purpose! Really..."
"Get down, kneel, palm the hand." The man’s voice was both cold and wrathful.
Harry North shuddered: "..." Others get their mouths slapped, but the Crown Prince punishes him with ’palm the hand,’ meaning a small leather whip to the hand, thinking about it hurts.
That’s considered light.
Harry North trembled all over, stood up, respectfully walked out, and took his punishment.
Hmm, wrong, really wrong...
Because when steadied Miss Eva Nightingale, it was supposed to be a handhold, which is quite normal. In high society, there’s even a hand-kiss tradition.
But Harry supported Miss Eva Nightingale out of the car, she didn’t stand firm, her body swayed, Harry was frightened, immediately reached to steady her arm.
Besides, it was over the clothing.
Harry felt quite wronged, was the President really jealous? It couldn’t be ordinary jealousy?
Also, did he have hawk-like eyesight or what? How did he find out?
Harry North respectfully.
Kneeling outside the office in the First Special District.
Lieutenant Lee held a riding whip in hand.
Coughing twice, then sympathetically said: "Harry, how many whips should it be?"
Lieutenant Lee, fearing the matter wasn’t big enough, looking as if enjoying the show, rubbing the whip in his hand, jokingly said: "Harry, weren’t you accompanying the Crown Prince’s woman shopping? What angered the Young Madam?"
"..." Harry got so mad. His face turned green, but being a man, he had to admit his mistakes, dare to take responsibility, he said sternly, "Master said touch her a few times, whip a few times."
Harry only steadied Eva Nightingale once...