“Your granddaughter? I didn’t do anything to her! On the contrary, she helped me a lot.” Third Master Yates grinned once more.

“Help?” Shane was stunned for a brief moment, overwhelmed.

“She’s helping me serve my two Texas boxing champions well. They’ve been holding back for too long, after all. Such beauty should make them physically and mentally happy.” Third Master Yates’s smile turned cold.

“You…!”

Shane faltered.

“Oh, right. She’s in the room at the corner of the corridor. Go and see for yourself.” Third Master Yates pointed to the location with a smile. He had no intention to stop them.

Doing this kind of thing was a favourite of his.

Letting the victim’s family watch how the victim was ruined.

Such torture was countless times crueler than simply beating them.

All of the Naiswells rushed over to the location. Third Master Yates followed as well, his hands folded casually behind his back.

He was looking forward to seeing what would happen next.

Unexpectedly, when Shane