Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

With face dour and eyes searing with rage, Clarence was positively seething.

Although he was not sure of the exact details, his assessment of the situation that played out before

him was enough to clue him in with regard to what had happened.

I'm quite certain that this stupid woman had attempted to set up Bailey, only to ultimately fail at her

insidious endeavor. Not only that, but she also ended up dragging our own daughter into it.

In spite of being in the know, it was not convenient for him to call her out at that time.

As the adage went, one should not wash one's dirty linens in public. Just imagine what outsiders would

think of the Jefferson family?

Would it not cause the public image and reputation they had so painstakingly built to fall apart

overnight?

The crux of the matter was, should the Luther family discover the deplorable conduct of his wife and

younger daughter in their attempt to drug his elder daughter, never mind Rhonda that bore Artemis a

son, they would never accept her into their family even if she could give them a dozen or even a

hundred offspring.

“You lot. Get the hell in there, and block off access to the bedroom,” he hollered gruffly at the

housekeepers who were scurrying all over.

Following that, the whole situation got even more bonkers.

As the guests outside were quite fixated on remaining dignified in their conduct, there was not enough

impetus from them to get involved.

That, however, was a different case for the members of the press. Doggedly determined to nail an

explosive scope, they came swarming toward the loft with cameras and microphones in hand. How

could those disorganized housekeepers of the Jefferson residence get to stand in their way?

“It's over. We're completely screwed this time.” the mumbling Beatrice became unsteady on her feet

and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Clarence discreetly shot her a look. “Don't just stand there. Do you really want to see your daughter's

reputation in shambles? Hurry in there and try to get this situation under control,” he snarled.

Barely able to get herself together, Beatrice managed to muster up enough strength to work in tandem

with Clarence. Paring a path through the mass of reporters, they burrowed their way into the room.

The space within was well-lit as someone had turned on all the hanging crystal lamps.

None of the reporters who had surged in earlier made any effort to impede them. Conversely, all of the

former were preoccupied, furiously snapping away with their cameras with their eyes aglow with

exhilaration.

What a rush.

It's going to be the catch of the season.

If this piece of juicy news were published, it would definitely become the hottest exposé of the year,

precisely because the woman involved was young Maxton Luther's biological mother, and the man on

top of her, the boy's granduncle.

Rumble in the loft... Lonely future lady proprietress of Luther Group and the granduncle of her in-laws

are caught in a passionate tryst at her father's birthday banquet.

The headline was scandalous enough in itself that it would surely take the entire world by storm within

the first two hours of its dissemination.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to watch him violate Ronni? Hurry up and get him

off of her.”

Having Beatrice scream into his ears spurred Clarence into action. He scrambled over, grabbed the old

man who was encroaching over his daughter, and hauled the former onto the floor.

Incensed at having his bit of fun thwarted, Laurence lashed out at Clarence with his foot.

Then came a mortifying cry.

Clutching at the crouch of his pants, Clarence staggered backward with his scalp drenched in

perspiration.

A sense of doom hung over him amidst fear that he could have gotten emasculated.

The people inside the room started exchanging looks with each other.

Good god, this horny man is an absolute monster, taking advantage of the host's daughter inside of

their home and even getting rough with the woman's father.

The folks from the Luther family are truly preposterous!

Dashing out of the restroom with a bucket of water, the middle-aged butler then dumped its content

onto the unconscious Rhonda.

The shock of the cold was finally able to rouse Rhonda to her senses.

Post a brief bout of grogginess, her pupils shrunk as she glared at the scene before her in abject

disbelief.

“Ahhh!” she covered her own body and let out a blood-curdling shriek.

Now, it all came back to her.

She had remembered everything.

Initially, she had planned to set Bailey up in order to ruin the latter's reputation. Now, it would seem that

for all her troubles, she was instead treated to a taste of her own medicine.

“Get away from me, you shameless old man. Get out of my face, you disgusting piece of filth!”

Having not been doused by the water, Laurence remained out of it, and his attention was wholly on

Rhonda's luscious body. No matter how she struggled, he persisted in pinning her down by the wrist

and acting wantonly.

“Help me, Mom. Help me!”

Beatrice blanked out. She stood rooted to the spot as though her feet were made of lead.

“Out of the way.”

A stern voice emanated from outside the door. Following that, a group of well-trained bodyguards

flooded in to open up a path.

Ken walked up to the bed and removed his own top which he used to cover up Rhonda's exposed

shamefulness.

Truth be told, he had no pity for the woman. He merely did not want her sorry appearance to offend

Artemis' eyes.

As Artemis hated seeing women's bodies, he reckoned that he would surely get an earful if the former

were to lay eyes on that woman who was in the buff.