Two hours later, Norman Trent slowly regained consciousness and found himself tied to a chair.
He panicked and roared, "Let me go—my dad is Victor Trent! Let me go—"
Alvin Morgan rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Norman struggle with an indifferent expression.
Norman Trent had never seen Alvin Morgan before, but his intuition told him the man before him was clearly a person of status. He was scared to death and continued to shout, "Let me go—I'm a member of the Trent Family—"
He was just like a child who loses a fight and immediately starts bringing up his father.
Beta Morgan rolled his eyes, strode forward, and stuffed a rag into Norman's mouth.
Norman Trent thrashed his head, resisting desperately. His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged.
