Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

With face dour and eyes searing with rage, Clarence was positively seething.

Although he was not sure of the exact details, his assessment of the situation that played out before him was enough to clue him in with regard to what had happened.

I'm quite certain that this stupid woman had attempted to set up Bailey, only to ultimately fail at her insidious endeavor. Not only that, but she also ended up dragging our own daughter into it.

In spite of being in the know, it was not convenient for him to call her out at that time.

As the adage went, one should not wash one's dirty linens in public. Just imagine what outsiders would think of the Jefferson family?

Would it not cause the public image and reputation they had so painstakingly built to fall apart overnight?

The crux of the matter was, should the Luther family discover the deplorable conduct of his wife and younger daughter in their attempt to drug his elder daughter, never mind Rhonda that bore Artemis a son, they would never accept her into their family even if she could give them a dozen or even a hundred offspring.

“You lot. Get the hell in there, and block off access to the bedroom,” he hollered gruffly at the housekeepers who were scurrying all over.

Following that, the whole situation got even more bonkers.

As the guests outside were quite fixated on remaining dignified in their conduct, there was not enough impetus from them to get involved.

That, however, was a different case for the members of the press. Doggedly determined to nail an explosive scope, they came swarming toward the loft with cameras and microphones in hand. How could those disorganized housekeepers of the Jefferson residence get to stand in their way?

“It's over. We're completely screwed this time.” the mumbling Beatrice became unsteady on her feet and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Clarence discreetly shot her a look. “Don't just stand there. Do you really want to see your daughter's reputation in shambles? Hurry in there and try to get this situation under control,” he snarled.

Barely able to get herself together, Beatrice managed to muster up enough strength to work in tandem with Clarence. Paring a path through the mass of reporters, they burrowed their way into the room.

The space within was well-lit as someone had turned on all the hanging crystal lamps.

None of the reporters who had surged in earlier made any effort to impede them. Conversely, all of the former were preoccupied, furiously snapping away with their cameras with their eyes aglow with exhilaration.

What a rush.

going to be the

hottest exposé of the year, precisely because the woman involved was young Maxton Luther's biological mother, and the

the loft... Lonely future lady proprietress of Luther Group and the granduncle of

headline was scandalous enough in itself that it would surely take the entire

you really want to watch him violate Ronni? Hurry up and

action. He scrambled over, grabbed the old man who was encroaching over his daughter, and hauled

his bit of fun thwarted,

came a mortifying

at the crouch of his pants, Clarence

of doom hung over him amidst fear that he could have gotten

people inside the room started exchanging

horny man is an absolute monster, taking advantage of the host's daughter inside

folks from the Luther

out of the restroom with a bucket of water, the middle-aged butler then dumped its content onto

shock of the cold was finally able to rouse

as she glared

covered her own body

came

She had remembered everything.

the latter's reputation. Now, it would seem that

shameless old man. Get out of my face, you disgusting piece of

was wholly on Rhonda's luscious body. No matter how she struggled, he persisted in

Mom.

blanked out. She stood rooted to the spot as though her feet were

“Out of the way.”

a group of well-trained bodyguards flooded in to

own top which he used to cover up Rhonda's

he had no pity for the woman. He merely did not want her sorry appearance to offend

get an earful if the former were to

he stretched out a hand to seize Laurence around the wrist. It was not certain how much strength he put behind it, but he had yanked the old man off the bed straight