Adrian was shocked by Shaquille’s real face. There were tiny bumps all over and it was distorted. He was terrifying to look at.

“What happened to him?” Adrian asked.

“He’s sick.” Lionel sighed. “It’s a type of toxin. He became like this after years of negligence.”

Marissa, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled. “I’ve finally gotten my revenge. This man tortured me so badly that I have yet to recover from the ordeal.”

Jim squeezed through the crowd and approached Adrian. “Please come to my house, Mr. Adrian. This b*stard was such a pest, and we never dared to fight back against him.”

“What about Mr. Leeroy?” Adrian asked, “Couldn't you have complained to him?”

“Mr. Leeroy is ill, so he doesn’t have the time to deal with such insignificant matters,” Jim said pitifully, “My daughter refuses to leave if you don’t come to our house. She wants to thank you for saving her life.”

Adrian looked at Rozi. They could not return to Medicis Manor yet as she was still recovering. On top of t