"Lady Rudy Finn." The butler lowered his head, looking quite helpless.
Rudy Finn continued to press, "I ask you, what mistake did our Korea make that you had to arrest her and beat her like this?"
No one answered her, no one told her.
She turned around, grabbing a bodyguard's hand, pulling hard, "Let go, didn't you hear me say let go?"
But as a noble lady who had been pampered since childhood, she wasn't even as strong as her daughter Korea, unable to move the bodyguard at all.
She cried in desperation, "Who gave you the right? Who gave you the orders?"
"I did."
Finally, someone responded to her.
But it wasn't the butler, nor any servant or bodyguard of the Charles family, it was Ji Chicheng.
Just one word, not loud, the tone neither cold nor warm, indifferent and devoid of emotion.
At these words, Rudy Finn was momentarily stunned, then she turned, eyes filled with angry tears looking at Ji Chicheng, somewhat in disbelief.
