Sounds of punches and kicks came from the private room. The women who had been driven out stood at the door, listening to the commotion inside, their hearts pounding. They silently lamented for Chelsea.

Daring to show attitude to Young Master Night? Wasn't she asking for trouble?

But soon, the noises didn't seem quite right.

"You little brat! You hit your brother for some stinking man! You're rebelling against me!"

The women outside widened their eyes, looking at each other in disbelief,who was getting beaten? Was it Young Master Night?

Did that woman actually dare to lay hands on Young Master Night?!

Was she courting death?

While the faces outside...