Chapter 422 What Else Do You Want to Do

"Sir, the young master has returned."

"Mm. Have him come to the study to see me."

"Sir... I'm afraid the young master won't be able to see you anytime soon."

"What did you say?"

Inside a room within the Eliot Family Manor, decorated like an ancient emperor's study, an old man was buried in his books. Upon hearing what the incoming butler had to say, he slightly raised his head.

This elder, naturally, was the head of the Eliot Family, Truaman.

His hair was graying, with eyebrows that slashed like swords into his temples, and his square face bore an aura of lethality—Truaman's presence was commanding and ruthless.

Seeing Truaman lift his head, the butler furrowed his brow and said, "Sir, the young master... he... has been beaten."

"By whom?"

Upon hearing the butler's words, Truaman did not react as violently as the butler had anticipated, merely asking lightly.