As soon as Gerald entered the backyard, he immediately heard someone yell, “F*cking hell! How much longer do you need to brew the medicine for Master, Chuck?!”

Raising a slight brow, Gerald was soon greeted by the sight of a butler mercilessly whipping the man who went by Chuck.

“I-it’s almost done, Mr. Shyu…!” whimpered Chuck as he bowed fearfully.

“Make it snappy! Worthless bum…!” growled Mr. Shyu who fiddled around with a hair protruding out of a mole—at the corner of his face—before le