"I'll make you my thirty-eighth wife, and your daughter my thirty-ninth. That way, the two of you can stay together forever. Aren't you grateful to me?"
When they heard Saint Charles's words, Iceberg and the secretary both froze on the spot.
Iceberg was especially stunned. He had lied to save the secretary, but neither of them had imagined that the Celestial Dragon before them would be even more depraved than he'd expected.
After learning that the secretary was his wife of many years, the man hadn't been disgusted. If anything, he'd become even more excited!
And now he was ordering Iceberg to bring not only the secretary, but also their "adorable daughter," so he could take them both home as concubines.
What the hell did he mean, daughter? Iceberg had made that part up. He and the secretary were simply boss and employee. Where was he supposed to get a daughter?
Not only had he failed to save his secretary, but now he might get dragged into this mess himself!
"I told you to bring your daughter here. Didn't you hear me?!
"Or should I kill her first, so you'll finally do as you're told?"
Looking at Iceberg, kneeling before him and trembling all over, Saint Charles's expression darkened by the second.
Seeing that Iceberg dared to ignore his order, he drew a pistol and pressed it directly to the secretary's forehead.
"Mr. Iceberg..."
The secretary looked terrified. Iceberg's expression was grim, too. He hadn't expected the Celestial Dragon before him to be so vile.
He'd already taken Iceberg's money, yet he still wanted to have both mother and daughter. This was beyond scum!
There was no way Iceberg could produce the so-called "daughter." And even if he really had one, he would never do something so inhuman.
Resisting meant