Chapter 82

Frederick had a frown on his face before noticing David's actions. His face darkened, and he appeared in front of David immediately after, moving as unnoticeably as a ghost.

David was still completely befuddled; he had not managed to react to Frederick's presence yet.

Looking at David's disgusting face, Frederick could not find it in himself to hit the man at all, as he feared that his hands would be dirtied. Instead, he landed a violent kick on David, sending him flying.

When David landed, his body toppled the massive round table in the room. He lay on the ground, whining in pain as he failed to climb up.

David felt like his intestines had been punctured by the kick, and his stomach roiled in pain.

While watching Frederick's actions, Grace clapped listlessly. "Great job."

Frederick did not want to give her any response. He took out his set of silver needles, wanting to rid Priscilla's body of the drugs she had ingested.

When Grace saw that, she asked excitedly, "You know h