Alex Rockefeller’s face turned cold. “Impossible. If you want to lick toilet bowls, you can do it yourself. I won’t stop you,” he said.

When Claire Assex thought about licking toilet bowls, she felt reluctant as well.

Right then, the store manager had already finished making a call. “Ms. Fernandez will be here right away. She’s going to come with over ten security guards. If you’re smart, do as Ms. Tyler says immediately. Get on your knees, bow to her and lick the toilet bowls. Once it’s too late, you won’t be able to see the sun tomorrow,” she said.

Claire was so afraid that her lips were trembling and she couldn’t even stand still.

Beatrice Assex bit her lips tightly while she looked at Alex. She wanted to say something, but only tears came out from eyes.

Alex felt uncomfortable from being stared at. “Beatrice, leave with Mom. I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry. I’ll be able to handle it if anything happens. You two won’t get involved,” he said.

“You all heard him. He said