Heather was shocked and furious; she glared at Watson and shouted, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Before she could say anything else, Watson smiled wickedly and interrupted her. "Princess Heather, I'm sorry. I have to make this move for my safety. Don't worry. I won't hurt you, for your father treated me well as a guest."

Even though Watson said that, his eyes looked at Heather lewdly.

'F*ck! Such a beautiful lady is crushing on that kid at first sight. Darryl, too. He has plenty of gorgeous women around him.'

'This father-and-son duo... Why are they so lucky?'

Watson wanted to have his way with Heather, but he resisted his urge after he thought of his plan with Donoghue.

"You're evil! Brother Ambrose would never spare you. You took advantage of his rest to snatch the treasure chest!" Heather exclaimed as her delicate body trembled.

"Hey..."

Watson was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "That kid is fortunate. To me, he is only a reckless man. Alright,