Chapter 19: Better to Die Beneath the Peonies

"Who's got the guts to mess with Robert Showyer?" Thinking of Lewis Casson, Robert Showyer's face twisted into a feral grin. He squeezed the voluptuous woman's breasts and let out a harsh laugh. "So what if he's bold? So what if he can fight? In this world, as long as you've got money, there's nothing you can't do. Ha!" "You're hurting me, go easy… I can't take it," the sultry woman breathed into Robert's ear, her voice soft as perfume. Robert's lust flared. He drained his red wine in one gulp,...