A feeling of discomfort and chilling unease spread throughout her body.

Rozelia, who never expected such an incident to happen to her while dressed as a man, began to struggle violently in bewilderment and fear.

The more she resisted, Denver, using his strength, pressed her down and started panting against her neck like a dog.

“You perverted bastard!”

As Rozelia raised her hand as if to strike, Denver, using one hand, grabbed both of her hands and smirked.

“It’s good, yet you resist.”

While Denver spoke like that, he, in no time, began to undo his pants buckle with his free hand.

Although Rozelia wanted to kick him away, their bodies were too tightly pressed, making it difficult to move her legs.

Denver, with his pants buckle now open and halfway down, started groping for Rozelia’s pants buckle.

A flush of embarrassment appeared on her lips as she bit them due to shame.

Then it happened.

Bang! With a tremendous sound, the warehouse door, as if about to fall, opened wide.

In the dimly lit warehouse, Rozelia’s eyes, accustomed to the darkness, squinted in response to the light pouring in from outside.

Soon, the frozen face of Klaus, who had been standing firm, appeared.

His expression, initially frozen in surprise, quickly distorted into an indescribable mix of anger and lividness.

Approaching the motionless Denver, Klaus pulled him away from Rozelia, and with all his might, he delivered a powerful punch.

Thunk, thunk, thunk! With a force of 190, Klaus, exerting all his strength, threw a punch, causing Denver to bounce off like a ragdoll and crash into a corner of the warehouse.

Due to Denver being slammed into a pile of assorted items, the warehouse echoed with a loud noise.

Unable to regain his senses, Denver belatedly realized that he had been hit by Klaus and looked at him with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and fear.

Approaching Denver, Klaus, who had slowly moved towards him, firmly stepped on Denver’s wrist.

“Ugh…!”

Ignoring Denver’s groans of pain, Klaus, putting more pressure on his foot, sternly spoke in a threatening voice.

“Do you need a lesson on what happens when you touch someone without permission?”

Without shouting or openly expressing anger, Klaus calmly looked down at Denver with stern eyes, causing Denver to shudder and tremble.

“Alright, I was wrong…!”

“If your shameless mouth reflects your heart, it deserves to be cut off.”

With an expression unchanged, Klaus, with a dry tone, made Denver’s spine chill.

It felt like being the prey caught in the claws of a black panther.

In the stifling feeling where even breathing was forgotten, the noise from the warehouse reached them, and the voice of the butler, rushing in, was heard.

“What’s this commotion… Your Grace!”
Jeffrey, peering into the warehouse, discovered the Duke amidst the chaotic situation and exclaimed in surprise as the light illuminated the scene.

Claus, glancing briefly at Jeffrey, still coldly spoke while pressing down on Denver’s wrist.

“Instruct the servants to seize the interest.”

“What is this…”

In response to Jeffrey’s bewildered expression, Klaus decisively explained the situation.

“He attempted to covet what belongs to the Duke’s servant.”

As Klaus spoke, recalling the recent events, a subtle wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

Protesting in pain, Denver, whose wrist was still pinned by Klaus, spoke out.

“I-I never coveted anything belonging to the Duke!”

In an instant, a glint of hostility flashed in Klaus’s eyes.

And in an instant, a horrifying cracking sound echoed as if something under Klaus’s foot had shattered.

Crunch!

“Aaah!!!”

Denver, hanging onto Klaus’s foot with his wrist pinned, writhed in pain.

Coldly observing Denver, Klaus opened his mouth with a chilling tone.

“Your filthy mouth called me by name, and your disgusting hands touched what is mine.”

Only now did Denver, realizing that Klaus was referring to Antonio, gaze up at Klaus with a pale face.

“T-That’s…”

Quick to notice Klaus’s unusual state, Jeffrey swiftly intervened and cut off Denver’s words.

“Seize Denver for his actions. My apologies, Your Grace, for causing concern.”

Approaching hastily, Jeffrey’s calm demeanor made Klaus finally lift his foot off Denver’s wrist.

Even though the wrist seemed horribly twisted, Klaus showed no hint of sympathy in his gaze.

“Confiscate all the Duke’s property he possesses. Also, make sure he leaves the Duke’s estate without being able to wear a cast on his broken wrist. If he receives treatment, expel the one who treated him. That’s how it should be understood.”

To carry out the harsh Duke’s orders to expel Denver with a broken wrist and confiscate all the Duke’s property he had, Jeffrey obediently bowed his head without a word.

“I will carry out your instructions.”

This was the first time since the death of the Duke’s couple that Klaus had displayed such anger.

Regardless of the true nature of the incident, calming Klaus’s anger was a priority. Thus, Jeffrey calmly instructed the servants to clean up the situation.