The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Lawrence dug his fingertips deep into his palm.

A month ago, this lowly guard wasn't even worthy of shining his shoes, but now... he actually dared to humiliate him!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Liz's promise was still echoing in his ears. He would be able to get out soon. He just had to be patient for a while and wait for Liz to rescue him.

But the burning sensation in his stomach made it impossible for him to think.

He needed food, real food, not this mess that even a pig wouldn't eat.

"Listen, I'll give you money, a lot of money, as long as you give me an edible meal in exchange." Lawrence tried to bribe the guard.

The guard folded his arms, unmoved.

Lawrence continued, "When I get out, I'll reward you tenfold, a hundredfold."

The guard looked at him as if he were watching a joke: "Look at you, you are a pig. If you are a pig, you should eat pig food."

Lawrence's pupils suddenly contracted, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his head: "How dare you talk to me like that?"

The guard said with disdain: "Oh, why don't you dare? You are just a prisoner now, nothing."

The guard turned to leave.

"Wait!" Lawrence shouted, "At least give me a glass of clean water!"

Without even turning around, the guard said, "Next time, if I remember."

Lawrence was so angry that his face turned grim.

He suddenly grabbed the iron plate and smashed it against the wall with all his strength.

"boom!"

The paste splattered everywhere, and a few drops even bounced back into his face.

Lawrence rubbed it frantically with the back of his hand until his skin turned red.

"Wait till I get out...I'll kill you first..."

......

With Liz's ability, she quickly bribed an old servant who was in charge of the dungeon.

"This is it." The old servant pushed open a rusty iron door. "Captain Maxim is waiting for you inside. He said he is willing to help you."

Liz nodded slightly, then ordered, "Wait outside."

The old servant bowed and retreated into the shadows.

Liz reached out and pushed open the iron door. The room inside was tidier than she had imagined.

An oak desk, a high-back chair, and a small wine cabinet.

Sitting at the table was a man wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of narrow gray eyes and a scar across his forehead.

He was wearing the uniform of a captain of the guards, and the gold thread on his epaulettes gleamed slightly in the light.

The man stood up, his voice muffled through the mask, "Ms. Liz, I've long heard of you."

Liz didn't bother to exchange pleasantries. She walked directly to the table and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly, revealing the perfect lines of her calves wrapped in black stockings. "I heard you're willing to help us?"

She got straight to the point, "Tell me what you want in order to rescue Lawrence."

The masked man chuckled and sat down again.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm strange and irregular: "You know, rescuing Master Lawrence will be difficult to explain to Bron..."

"I can get you away safely," Liz interrupted him, pulling out a check from her purse and pushing it in front of him. "It's enough to keep you well-fed and well-clothed for the rest of your life."

The man didn't even look at the check and shook his head: "I don't want the money."

Liz raised an eyebrow: "So what do you want?"

The man's gray eyes suddenly became sharp, and he slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Liz.

Liz could smell a mixture of tobacco and leather on him, with a faint hint of blood.

The man's eyes began to wander over her body - from her slender neck to her raised breasts, and then to her slender waist.

Liz's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingers unconsciously grasped the hem of her skirt, but she quickly relaxed, and even curled up a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "You want me?"

He is just a captain of the guards, but he is so brave.

Before the man could answer, Liz stood up and began to unbutton her suit jacket.

Her movements were decisive and decisive, without any hesitation: "Okay."

The coat slipped to the ground, revealing the tight silk shirt underneath.

Anyway, she had lost her human desires and now couldn't even act like a woman. She lay there like a dead fish.

The fact that someone admired her so much aroused her dead heart, and Liz couldn't help but want to try it out.

The shirt also fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the man said, "Ms. Liz has maintained a good figure, but I am not interested in you."

He reached out and picked up the shirt on the ground, gently putting it back on Liz's shoulders: "Put it on."

Liz's expression froze instantly.

She put on her shirt mechanically, her fingers pausing on the buttons. "So what do you want?"

The man walked back to the table, took out a brass key from the drawer, and turned it around between his fingers: "I want Master Lawrence—"

"What?" A shocked voice came from the corner of the room.

Only then did Liz notice that there was a small door in the corner with an iron chain tied to the lock.

Through the gap, she saw Lawrence's pale face. Obviously, he heard their whole conversation.

Lawrence had just finished eating the pig food when he was brought here. He thought Liz had found a way to save him and was secretly happy when a basin of cold water was poured down on him...

"What are you talking about?" Lawrence bared his teeth. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Liz suddenly relaxed and even smiled with relief.

She fastened the last button gracefully and winked at Lawrence: "Brother, I have helped you with everything you need to help with. The rest is up to you."

She picked up her handbag and walked towards the door, not forgetting to remind him before leaving: "You can do it to get out! Enjoy it, Lawrence."

"Liz! Come back here!" Lawrence roared, accompanied by the sound of chains shaking violently. "You can't do this—"

The sound of Liz's high heels had faded away, leaving only a string of pleasant echoes.

The iron door slammed shut behind her, blocking out Lawrence's curses.

In the corridor, the old servant was still standing there, with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Miss...did you make the deal?" he asked cautiously.

Liz nodded.

The old servant hesitated to speak.

"What?" Liz raised an eyebrow.

The old servant lowered his voice, "It's just...Captain of the Guards Maxim, I heard he has some...peculiar habits."

Liz's red lips curled up: "It's a good opportunity for Lawrence to experience what true sacrifice is."

She walked away, "Let's go. I have more important things to do."

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The dungeon returned to silence, broken only by Lawrence's intermittent curses and the clanging of chains.

In the cell behind the small door, Lawrence leaned against the wall, staring at the door that was about to be opened.

Anger, fear, and disbelief flashed across his face.