In the darksome room, a man was standing in front of the French window and looking deeply at the inky night out there with his brows tightly furrowed.

There was a will that had just been opened on the desk behind the man, and there were only two short lines on the piece of paper, of which the meaning was simple yet shocking.

"President Bennett, is there anything wrong with...the will?" Gale Evans looked at the two lines in horror, his voice growing weaker and weaker.

Edwin Bennett took a deep breath, then turned to look at the will. After a pause for half a second, he ordered coldly, "Find her and arrange the wedding as soon as possible!"

"Sir, do you really want to marry her?"

"Or what?" Edwin curled his lips in an icy arc, saying, "Since my father has arranged so, I won't disappoint him."

"Well...Okay then, I'll arrange it for you."

After Gale left, Edwin's facial expression became even gloomier. He picked up the will and stared at the satirical words on it with a deeper and colder arc upon his mouth. "Effie Fletcher, as you wish, I will marry you!"

At a bar called Blues somewhere in the same city...

Deafening heavy metal music was impacting Effie's eardrums. Frowning and looking around with an anxious expression, she took out her cell phone and kept dialing a number until she saw a man lying on the ground not far away and that several guys were beating and kicking him.

The next second, Effie picked up a beer bottle from the table nearby and rushed over to them.

"Stop it!" She tried to protect the boy, who curled up and covered his head with his blood-stained arms while glaring at those men. "Or I will call the police!"

"Call the police? Haha..."

The thugs burst into laughter as if the girl had just told a joke.

When the boy heard Effie's voice, he burst into tears, saying, "Effie, save me!"

"Herman, my brother, don't be afraid. I'm right here." Effie looked at her younger brother, with distress, then helped him up from the ground. Seeing that the boy's forehead was bleeding, Effie took his hand and ran outwards. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Sister and brother..." The men stood in a line and blocked their way. "Great, it'll be easier to settle the matter with an elder around."

"The woman herself is too young. Are you sure she can solve the problem?"

"Too young? Well, from my point of view..." One bald man among the thugs fixed his eyes upon Effie's chest indecently, continuing, "She is mature enough!"

Again, the men burst out laughing.

At the words, Herman Fletcher protected Effie behind him, saying, "Come at me. Don't harm my sister!"

"You? Hehe..." The man grabbed Herman by his hair, jerked it back, then said with a bleak look in his eyes, "Who do you think you are?"

"Let him go!" Effie started at the bald man and threatened him with the beer bottle in hand. "Otherwise, I will pull no punches!"

"Good! Do pull no punches! Go ahead!" The bald man pushed Herman away, turned to Effie, looked at her obscenely, and pointed at the top of his own head, saying, "Strike me right at here!"

Under his threat, Effie involuntarily took a step back. The bald man grabbed her by the wrist and fiercely dragged her towards him. Uncontrollably, the woman's body moved towards the man.

Witnessing what was going on, Herman rushed over like crazy, "Damn it! Don't touch my sister!"

The bald man grabbed Herman by the collar, clenched his fist, and slammed it at him. Suddenly, the beer bottle was smashed on the thug's head, and his face was instantly covered with blood and looked extremely ferocious.

In an instant, everyone on the spot was shocked.

Even Herman could not believe what he had seen and looked at Effie in disbelief.

Effie was stunned. The next second, she dropped the bottle and took Herman's hand to run outwards.