"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.
After a moment, he glanced at Harry: "Do push-ups."
"..." What? The Crown Prince wasn’t going to whip him? It was said that a whip lash would make Harry’s hand swell up.
Harry was indeed a trusted confidant of Lucas Knight.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing me," Harry politely retreated.
A few days ago, Alexander Kingsley was wrapped up like a mummy.
He was much better today, but he was still bandaged, so he wore a robe.
He walked to the office and opened the door: "Your Highness."
"This matter... is due to my incompetence." Alexander immediately knelt on the ground.
Even though Lucas Knight is now the President, he still habitually used his former address: Your Highness or Crown Prince.
The entire First Special District, including Alexander, belonged to Lucas Knight, and this time, such a significant issue arose... Regardless of the reason, it was Alexander’s incompetence.
"Stand up." Lucas Knight languidly uttered two words.
Alexander stood aside. Honestly, he felt guilty... his injuries weren’t that severe, but the Crown Prince’s were different.
"It’s fine." Lucas Knight wasn’t an "incompetent ruler," besides, Alexander Kingsley indeed tried his best, even if he took two stabs, Alexander still couldn’t beat him.
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Yet, who is Lucas Knight?
His skills were truly remarkable.
"Your Highness, the banquet in New York..."
"Postpone it." Lucas Knight, as always, was economical with his words. The New York banquet had been scheduled sometime earlier, but this unexpected incident occurred... catching them off guard, all because the creature inside him was too unruly.
It often emerged into his mind, making him uncomfortable.
Eva Nightingale was pregnant, his wife was pregnant, and now he certainly wouldn’t let that bastard out...
He planned not to attend the banquet in New York, having assigned those matters to his subordinates to handle.
For this period of time.
Just right... to find some time to accompany her, wouldn’t it?
Actually, if she couldn’t remember those things, it would be better; she would be much happier this way.
"How do you think we can make her happy?" Lucas Knight suddenly asked.
"..." Alexander was taken aback, damn, he couldn’t stand how he was always pondering how to make Eva Nightingale happy.
Alexander teased, "It reminds me of an anecdote, King You of Zhou’s beacons to amuse his vassals."