“Ahh—”

“Viole, what happened to you? Where are you now?” Quentin Zimmer asked frantically after being taken by surprise.

“I-I’m in Wayne Larsen’s house. B-Brother’s penis has been torn off. There’s a lot of blood. There’s so much blood! Dad, come and save me, quick! He’s going to kill us. I don’t want to die!” Viole Zimmer’s heart-wrenching cries on the phone no longer sounded like her arrogant self from before. Previously, when she looked at Alex Rockefeller, she treated him like a worthless, poor b*stard. But now, she realized that he was an unshakeable lion who could kill a Grandmaster at ease. Killing them would be a piece of cake.

Meanwhile, after hearing what his daughter said, Quentin’s mind went blank.

Was his son’s penis torn off?

How was it torn off?

Didn’t that make his son a eunuch? Didn’t it also mean he no longer had a successor?

“Viole, what are you two doing at the Larsen family’s place? Why did you go there? Did someone kidnap you?” Quentin suddenly became enrag