After listening to Wyatt Lewis’s words, the expressions on their faces beca even more dramatic.
Alexander Knox furrowed his brow, his icy gaze sweeping over Wyatt Lewis with complete indifference.
Making his mother shout these humiliating words was equivalent to trampling his dignity underfoot.
Alexander Knox was absolutely not going to allow that.
Natalie Rogers got up directly from the ground in anger, "Wyatt Lewis, don’t push too hard. What kind of servant is she to deserve my apology."
Wyatt Lewis clenched his fist, "Say it again."
"What if I say it again? She’s just a shaless seductress, shaless, I said she’s shaless, so what? You stand up for her so much, dare you say there’s nothing between you and her?"
Natalie Rogers’s words were sharp and piercing, making people feel extrely uncomfortable.
The anger in Wyatt Lewis’s eyes had reached its boiling point.
Alexander Knox stepped forward and grabbed Natalie Rogers, his face rigid as he coldly said, "Shut up."
Natalie Rogers’s chest heaved violently; the plan had failed, the engagent hadn’t been called off, and most importantly, the extravagant betrothal gifts hadn’t been returned. Now she’s being asked to apologize and call herself a servant, how could Natalie Rogers not be angry?
Lily Armstrong was the sa; as a high and mighty heiress, she had never been humiliated like this.
If she truly apologized today, she would beco a laughingstock.
Wyatt Lewis originally intended for them to apologize and be done with it, not planning to delve deeper in front of so many people.
It’s not that he didn’t want to expose their sches.
But exposing their sches in front of everyone would also ruin Aria Richardson’s reputation.
Although they hadn’t done anything in the room, listeners wouldn’t perceive it that way.
They would think that a man and a woman alone in a room, both under the influence of dicine, everything that was supposed to happen had happened.
As a man, he could afford not to care about these things, but Aria Richardson was different; he didn’t want Aria Richardson to beco a topic of gossip during als.
So, not exposing them now and not admitting to being in Aria Richardson’s room is the best course of action.
Alexander Knox stepped up to stand in front of Natalie Rogers, his cold eyes fixed on Wyatt Lewis, lowering his voice, "Enough already, they’ve apologized. What more do you want?"
"What do I want? Do you think just apologizing is enough?" Wyatt Lewis’s sharp eyes stared at Alexander Knox.
Alexander Knox looked directly at Wyatt Lewis, "Do you want them to kneel and bow down, admitting their mistakes?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
Wyatt Lewis’s voice was calm and unemotional, showing no sign of any problem.
Alexander Knox’s face darkened another shade, his voice lowering even more, speaking in a tone only the two could hear, "In this room, dare you say there’s not a single issue between you two? What right do you have to teach others?"
Even though Alexander Knox didn’t know how Wyatt Lewis had originally managed to leave the room.
But he was certain that Wyatt Lewis had entered the room.
Recalling the room’s extrely suggestive decor, thinking that perhaps Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson had done those things in the room... he was about to go mad with anger.
Wyatt Lewis clenched his hands tightly, Alexander Knox’s words undoubtedly infuriated him.
Clearly, Aria Richardson was the one being wrongly accused, yet in his mouth, she was portrayed as loathso.
Just as Wyatt Lewis was unable to suppress the anger in his heart and wanted to punch him into clarity, the door to the room suddenly opened.
Aria Richardson stood at the door, her cold face expressionless, "I don’t need an apology."
She lifted her eyes, looking at Lily Armstrong and Natalie Rogers, "I’m rough and violent; if I can use my hands, I won’t use my mouth."
After speaking, before Lily Armstrong and Natalie Rogers could react to what she intended to do, Aria Richardson dragged them into the room.
Lily Armstrong, "Hey, what are you doing? Let go of !"
Natalie Rogers, "Aria Richardson! Let go of , you’re crazy..."
"Bang."
With a sudden slam, the door was shut, the sound coming to an abrupt stop.
Everyone was startled, realizing what was happening, rushed to the door to try and listen to the commotion inside.
Alexander Knox frowned deeply, seeing trouble brewing, he hurriedly stepped forward but was stopped by Wyatt Lewis, who raised an eyebrow, "Since they want to resolve it themselves, why interfere?"
Alexander Knox’s brows twitched fiercely, gritting his teeth, "How long do you intend to keep this up? Isn’t it embarrassing enough?"
"Embarrassing or not, I don’t know." Wyatt Lewis raised his wild brows slightly, "I only know that so people will never rember to control their mouths without so lessons."
Wyatt Lewis wasn’t at all worried about Aria Richardson coming to any harm.
He had witnessed Aria Richardson’s combat skills; when she taught those two Fuller Family sisters a lesson on behalf of Hope Williams, she completely overwheld them; five against one was no challenge at all.
So, dealing with those two weak won would be a piece of cake.
Everyone’s curiosity was piqued, as they gathered at the door to listen for noises inside.
Sounds of fighting drifted out...
"I’ve put up with you two for a long ti, do you know that?"
"Slap slap!"
"Ah... Aria Richardson, you crazy woman, let go of , let go of , you servant..."
"Help, murder, help, ah... it hurts..."
"Let go of ... Help... soone, murder, ah... ah..."
"Am I still being wrongly accused? Still scheming against ?"
"Let go, don’t pull my hair... ah... Aria Richardson... I won’t let you get away with this, just you wait! Just you wait!"
"I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you not to let get away with it, weren’t you very bold just now? Wasn’t that mouth very chatty? Keep going!"
"Ah... it hurts... I’m calling the police, I’m calling the police..."
"Call the police! Sure, let them investigate what really happened today, no one’s face will survive!"
Seeing Aria Richardson so fierce, the two won’s voices softened a bit.
"Help... I’m sorry, don’t hit my face... ah..."
"Who’s the servant? Who’s the shaless servant? Hmm? Speak."
"I am, I am, I’m the shaless servant, I’m... don’t scratch my face... help..."
"Louder! Who is it?"
"I... I, Natalie Rogers am the shaless servant, I am... stop hitting ..."
"What about you?"
"I am too, I am also a servant, both of us are servants... stop hitting... sob sob sob..."
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