Upon hearing that, Dad's hooked whip froze in the air, only inches away from my cheek.I could feel the rush of air from the whip's tip grazing my ear, sending a cold draft across it.In that instant, everyone turned toward the entrance, where a woman in a white suit walked in, followed by a group of black-suited bodyguards. They lined up across the entrance, blocking the doorway and the light from the hallway.Simon scoffed. "You're quite impressive, Daniel. You're already this pathetic, yet you still have someone willing to stand up for you."He sized Clara Shaw up, his gaze fixing on her low neckline before he grinned. "You look quite decent. You can stay by my side since you're already here. I'll take care of you."Clara ignored him completely. She looked past him, her eyes drifting from my face to the whip in Dad's hand and finally to Dad himself. "Hello there, Mr. James," she greeted.She kept her voice low, yet it carried a chilling authority. "You'd better lower that wh
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