Chapter 83

Bradson and Kathrine were pompously dressed, reveling in the scions' praises and obsequious flattery. Henry drank alone as he watched them coldly. Bradson's lackey, Liam Weber, said loudly, "I heard that Steven has fled to the countryside! He's a wimp. Our Bradson terrifies him. "He'd better stay hiding for the rest of his life. Otherwise, if he comes to Arcadia, I'll make him a cuckold too. His wife is quite beautiful. A cripple probably can't have fun with her, so we're in luck!" He had too much to drink and spoke crudely. The others roared with laughter. Hearing his words, Henry threw his wine glass on the ground. Red wine and shattered glass strewn across the floor. "Liam, I dare you to say that again! Your words are so foul. Have you been eating shit?" Henry stood up and knocked down the champagne tower on the long table. Tens of champagne glasses toppled to the ground with a clatter. "Henry, have you gone mad? I had no idea you're still Steven's poodle. You're the only one