Lacey put down her utensils and murmured, “Let’s go and take a look.”

Morgan became excited when he looked at the four women. A perverted smile grew on his lips.

Beautiful!

These four women are too damn beautiful!

I’ll die with no regrets if I can get either one of them to bed!

With a lowered voice, Lacey asked, “Who are you? Why did you hit my employee?”

Morgan replied, “We’re from the Martial Arts Association. We’re here to collect your protection money.”

Lacey frowned. “Protection money? What protection money?”

Morgan smirked. “Are you ignorant, or are you pretending not to know about it? Someone is about to lay siege against the Linton Group and the Rivermouth underworld forces. We, the Martial Arts Association, will be taking over this case. If we’re protecting you, shouldn’t you pay us protection money? Moreover, we’ve hired Master Barnaby Claymoore for this. It isn’t cheap to hire him.”

Lacey took in a deep breath.

Martial Arts Association was a powerful organization, and she could not afford to cross them.

Moreover, it was true that they needed them to protect Rivermouth this time. The protection money was not unwarranted.

She said, “We can pay the protection money, but you’ll have to apologize to her.”

Lacey pointed to the female employee, who was pushed onto the floor.

Morgan grinned. “Apologize? Sure. I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean it. I don’t have anything to compensate you with. Why don’t I compensate with my body?”

“Hahaha!” The men from Martial Arts Association laughed boisterously.

“Son of a b*tch!” Dawn gritted her teeth and glared at Morgan.

Morgan roared, “Who the f*ck are you calling a son of a b*tch? You brat, I’m going to teach you a lesson today. Men, I want her in my bed. I’m going to teach her what respect is today!”

“Haha!”

His subordinates behind him started walking toward Dawn with lustful eyes.

Horrified, Lacey hurriedly stood in front of Dawn.

“Stop right there! Don’t you want protection money? How much is it? I’ll pay for it!”

Lacey knew that naming themselves Martial Arts Association was just a nicer way of calling themselves thugs.

Trying to reason with them was fruitless; it would only make things worse.

All she could do for the staff who was bullied was financial compensation.

She was helpless in the situation.

Morgan muttered, “You should’ve done this obediently long ago. One billion, and the four of you have to sleep with us.”

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