A cold smile played on my lips. "What’s your demand?" I asked, my voice dripping with menace.
Olivia didn’t flinch. "We want your father to be arrested."
I let out a low chuckle, tilting my head. "And what reason do you have for such a bold request, little one?"
Her eyes burned with determination. "For abusing the maids in your house."
My amusement faded. I turned to one of my guards. "Bring Liya here."
Moments later, Liya—the maid in question—was ushered into the room. Her head was bowed, her hands trembling slightly.
I stepped closer, my gaze sharp. "Liya, did my father ever hurt you?"
The room fell into silence, all eyes on the maid as she hesitated to answer.
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Liya’s voice was barely above a whisper, but her words cut thro
