In front of him, Cristopher sat cowering on the wet floor.

He had passed out twice from the beatings, and the bodyguards splashed water on him to wake him up.

Everyone knew one would suffer a horrifying end when they fell into Abel’s hands, but Cristopher did not waver from his story. He said he saw Alana lying naked and unconscious on the bed, and he could not hold back his desires…

Cristopher knew that it was better to save Alana than to confess that they had an affair.

Once Alana married Abel, she would reward him for everything he suffered today.

I’m risking my life for you, Alana!

“Ms. Lane passed out on the bed, and you know, I can’t possibly resist the temptation… I took off my pants and did it there and then… Ms. Lane doesn’t know anything about it. It’s all my fault. She’s a victim. If you have to punish someone, you can punish me…”

“My reputation suffered for so long because of you! Tell me, how do you want to die?” Abel roared angrily.

Cristopher fell to his knees. “Mr. Ryker, everyone saw you drag me away from the laboratory. It won’t look good on you if I died. You wouldn’t want to ruin the reputation of your family, right?”

“I can make you wish you were dead!” Abel slammed the table. “Beat him up again!”

“Mr. Ryker!” Cristopher crawled toward Abel. “If I had known you had feelings for Ms. Lane, I’d rather chop off my member than lay a finger on her! Please spare my worthless life, Mr. Ryker…”

“Who told you I had feelings for Alana?”

“Don’t you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then there’s no point torturing me any further, isn’t it? I promise I won’t do it again, alright?” Cristopher lay prostrate on the floor.

Abel smirked. “Tch, you sly fox! Luca, throw him out of Struyria and make sure I don’t see him ever again!”

Abel was incredibly frustrated as he left the interrogation room.

His original plan was to wait until Alana gave birth to the child and prove to the whole of Struyria that the child was not his.

Things had gone horribly wrong. Not only had Alana saved his life, but it was also shown that Cristopher had violated Alana because of him.

She was a victim in the entire ordeal, and Abel was the reason for her suffering.

How was he going to face her from now on?

There were certain things he could not say.

He could not tell Struyria that Alana had been violated by someone else and that the baby was not his.

That would make him seem like a scumbag.

Argh! This is bullsh*t! Abel punched the wall hard.

Paint flakes fell off the whitewashed wall of the underground parking lot, and faint bits of blood could be seen where Abel had punched the wall.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Mr. Ryker. You can release your anger on me,” Luca said.

“How many punches can you take?” Abel asked coldly.

“… Not many!”

“Go to the Imperial Palace with me.”

“The Imperial Palace?” Luca thought he had misheard.

He could never expect Abel would want to willingly go to that chaotic place.

“I want to have a drink.”

“Yes, Mr. Ryker!” Luca quickly went to get the car.

Abel did not have a habit of drinking. He must be feeling incredibly frustrated now.

A drink once in a while is fine. It’s better than keeping it all inside, I guess.

Abel did not request a private room at the Imperial Palace. He sat at the bar counter and ordered a glass of beer.

Luca sat next to him and watched him chug glass after glass.

Several bodyguards were patrolling behind Abel and Luca.

Two “princesses” in flamboyant clothing came over to Abel and asked, “Hey! Do you want some company? There’s no charge!”

Luca frowned. “There’s no charge?”