"...I know the rules. I'll give half the shares to you, my lord, for your protection of my businesses. In return, I'll give you 30% of the profits from each brothel..."
Owen Bertram raised his hand to stop him and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I'm planning to open a brothel."
"The sentence before that."
"Rock George underestimated me."
"And before that."
"I have learned a lot under your guidance, my lord..."
Owen Bertram was furious, "Is this what you learned under my command?!" Harrison argued shamelessly, "My Lord, I must say this: You are being discriminatory! This is unfair to those hardworking women. They dress up every day to please and serve, providing a haven for the disheartened souls who have lost passion for life. Aren't they lovely girls?
They are good listeners, skilled in music, chess, painting, and calligraphy, and know various worldly pleasures. They make money with their professional skills, and I don't think it's shameful!"