"Sir, what should we do with the young master?" The bodyguard had already dragged the man, who was soaking wet, out of the bathroom. The medication had taken effect, and he seemed to have passed out from the alternation between hot and cold.
"Send him to the hospital for a stomach pump."
"What about the woman?"
"Call the police and send her to the station."
After dealing with those two, he looked at Michale Shaw: "Young Master Shaw, are you alright?"
"What do you think?"
"My damn clothes were almost ripped off, and I was molested by a man. What do you think?" Michale had lost his temper completely, his entire face turning red from anger.
Assistant Merritt kept shaking his head:
My poor boss!
He had expected that at least the young master of the Carter Family would offer some consolation, but instead, he said: "You've molested others before too."
