The middle-aged man called Charlie looked at Joe with contempt, then bowed respectfully to Louise, "Miss Louise, you are the most noble lady of the Lasombra Clan. Your husband can only be chosen by His Highness Prince personally. This man is a lowly Assamite, not qualified to be your husband!"
"No! Charlie, you can't say that!" Louise was trembling with anger, taking several steps toward the middle-aged man, "I left the Lasombra Clan years ago! I'm no longer that lady! My husband is Joe, you cannot treat him like this!"
"Miss Louise, the Lasombra Clan and Assamites are completely different worlds! You should think about your father, our His Royal Highness the Prince! Marrying such a despicable race, the entire clan will be despised!" Charlie tidied his collar slowly, signaling to the people behind him, "Miss Louise, His Royal Highness the Prince has tolerated you for a long time, now it's time to go home. You two, protect Miss Louise, I'll deal with this man."
