Seraphine looked in the direction Elliott pointed and noticed Clifford, held firmly captive by two large, imposing bodyguards.Clifford offered no resistance, as the man standing right before him was none other than Stephen, his father.Stephen, standing directly in front of Clifford, suddenly raised his hand and repeatedly slapped Clifford hard across the face—the slapping sound cut through the air, reverberating in the confined space of the alley.Clifford's face was instantly swollen from the barrage of slaps. Then, a moment later, warm blood trickled from his nose, tracing a shocking, undeniable path against the stark pallor of his face.He fought wildly against his restraints, the agony from his already broken hand tearing through him. He had reigned supreme in the last two years, and absolutely no one dared to treat him so brazenly—except his own father, Stephen. He gritted his teeth, with blood smeared on them, his fury warping his expression into something almost grotesqu
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