Chapter 289

she tried to struggle to get away, but his hand locking her arms was like steel.

No matter how she tried, she couldn't get out of his hold, the middle-aged man, leaned towards her neck and sniffled her scent, he got hold of her pinafore, and tore it, he clasped her breast and fondled her with it.

Before having his way with her, he wore his brief, and lit a cigarette, the maid cuddled herself on the bed, weeping silently, while the middle-aged man, stood by the window, smoking, feeling less concerned.

Jeame laid the old man on a bed of rose, prepared for him, he knelt before him, bowing his head, a young man leaned on the door, just like Jeame, he is very cute, with curly long hair.

But younger than Jeame, Jeame stood and turned around, he saw the young man at the door.

"Your majesty" he sneered, bowing his head dramatically, Jeame glanced coldly at him and strode away casually.

"I think you left NY too early, you are not aware of the news going round" his statement, made Jeame stop walking away, his body stiffened.

He felt heartache when he realized that Jeane was the one he referred to "not bad" the young man behind him smirked, Jeame turned around, exuding his intimidating aura.

"Speak, Jasper" he retorted impatiently.

The young man he referred to Jasper rolled his eyes in disdain "well, the pretty lady you were protecting has got missing in the sea, she wanted to sneak out of NY to come and find you" he said.

Jeame face darkened and his heart palpitated, his footing became unsteady, he looked shocked, Jasper rolled his eyes at his reaction.

"What does it matter, she is dead an..." Before he could finish his statement, a punch landed on his face.

Smack!

That sent him flying backwards, slamming his back on the wall, Jeame turned around and walked away, while Jasper chuckled, and stood.

"He is the same always, cold and aloof" he commented, immediately, he squinted his eyes and thought of something, he became more surprised.

Before Jeame could leave the doorway, the butler of the house, came to him.

"Sir, uncle Phlipay has raped a maid" he came to inform Jeame, Jeame clenched his fist, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Send her to the hospital, compensate her heavily, make sure words don't get out, take away the pains from her" he ordered.

And strode away casually, the butler turned and looked at his back, in admiration, Jeame reached a door, plated with gold and silver.

He opened the door and stepped in, only to see a man standing at the window smoking, the smoke of the cigarette danced over his head, his strong muscles, made his age look like a fantasy.

"You shouldn't have come, I am not in a good mood" he turned around, with a gloomy face.

"You don't deserve to stay here anymore, you are leaving the palace, right