Beatrice raised her head and glanced at the steward with a dark gaze. She bit her rosy lips, but didn't argue with him.
As soon as the steward saw Beatrice's hostile gaze, he felt angered. "Heh, you're just a piece of trash from a fallen country. How dare you glare at me?!" With that, the steward took out the chain at his waist and mercilessly whipped it at Beatrice's thin body.
After the blunt whip hit Beatrice's head and shoulder, she was in extreme pain and blood flowed out of her nose.
Seeing this, the other merfolk lowered their heads and pretended to be frightened.
Jessica hurriedly knelt in front of Beatrice and flattered the steward, "Sir, this dog is disobedient, so let me help you train it a lesson. I promise that I will train it to be as obedient, sensible, and grateful as me."
When the old butler heard Jessica's words, he was instantly pleased.
