Hearing Francis's order, Zoey subconsciously tightened her grip on the man’s shirt.
She closed her eyes, and the gentle smile of Selina flashed in her mind.
Joseph was Selina's only son, and he was only 16. It was he who had provoked these thugs, almost ruining both his and Zoey's futures. It was truly unforgivable. But... if Joseph were destroyed, how heartbroken would Selina be...
"Wait a minute," Zoey gritted through the sharp pain in her head, her voice hoarse. "Joseph changed his mind halfway... he was drugged to protect me..."
"Shh, no need to continue," Francis leaned down, lovingly brushing Zoey's hair, stopping her from speaking further. He sighed. "This little brat isn’t worth your mercy, my little queen... but I won’t go against your wishes."
He then adjusted his command, "
