“How did you know about the marriage and its annulment?” Pa Walter asked
They vacillated, and Sir Jackson called out, “David,”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Get the cat of nine tails for me.”
“All right, Boss,” he accepted and walked towards the car.
“All of you, pull off your shirts?” Jackson ordered his children. 
Instantly, Clifford, who was the youngest, and could not bear the punishment, spilled the secret, “I will confess, Dad”
Jackson expected that but ignored him. Soon, David returned with the whip and handed it over to him.
“Pull off your shirts, all of your shirts, now,” he ordered with a stern look. 
Straight away, they began to unbutton their shirts, but Clifford wished to declare himself innocent. 
He looked at Hazel, before he looked at his father, and reported, “We were eavesdropping on you, Grandpa.”
“What?” Jackson and his father screamed in unison, and the fear-stricken Clifford continued, “The third Princess promised that if we allowed her to marry our big brother and have a wonderful set of children with him, she would become so rich, and compensate us with her riches.”
“What!” Pa Walter exclaimed and looked at Hazel.
 “Yes, that is what Old Pa Martin told my sisters," she confirmed.
Then, Kenny and Braden, who wished to ride on Clifford's coattail, looked at Hazel's tummy, and added, “Yes, Dad. She ought to be pregnant by now.”
“Maybe she is Barren,” Braden added with indignation. 
Now, all eyes were on Hazel's belly, and she was embarrassed. Sir Jackson, who was merely amusing himself, asked sarcastically, “Young lady, why are you not pregnant yet?” 
Apart from Old Pa Walter's chef, and nurse, the fifteen people present were men, and they focused on her for her response. Now, Max, and Steve, who could not decipher why Alfred left his hotel room as soon as she walked in that evening, were waiting anxiously for her response. 
However, she was mute and looked down. After a few seconds, Sir Walter adjusted the whip, and she was scared to death.
“Speak if you don't want to join Old Pa Martin in his grave,” Pa Walter threatened.
“We did not consummate the marriage,” she stated and hung her head down. Others murmured, but Sir Walter and Pa Walter saw it differently. They were certain that Alfred would not stoop to her level.
“I trust my grandson. He will never take rubbish.” old Pa Walter said, and rubbed it in.
“You are right, Father,” Jackson said. 
Then, he faced Hazel, and asked further, “Why, did you not consummate the marriage? Is he not your husband?”
Still looking down, she answered, “I don't know, Sir.”
“I see. So, where is he?” Pa Walter asked.
“I don't know. I swear. He left before I came out of the bathroom?”
“Where did you keep my son, Young Lady?” Sir Walter asked with feigned anger and adjusted the cat o' nine tails again. 
She showed fear, and swore again, “Sir, you have to believe me. I was not aware that he left the room until I came out of the bathroom.”
With the information so far, Sir Walter rested his back on the cane chair to relax, but Steve and Max were not satisfied. 
They needed additional information, and Steve asked, “Sir Walter, do you mind if we ask her how she got into the Very, Very Important Personalities Lounge that day.” 
Then, Max added, “And how she knew that the boss was in Suite 29 that night.”
Now, Jackson sat up from his seat, faced Hazel, and requested, “Did you hear that? How did you beat his strong security system.”
“Vincent informed me how to do that. He said that Alfred asked me to meet him in suite 29 that night.”
“Vincent?” They screamed simultaneously.
After the interruption, they gathered that Kenny and Vincent gave her the details of his lost sense organ, which they were responsible for. Since Alfred was not missing and was above their evil plans, he gave them a mild punishment. He sent Kenny to his construction company, and Braden to his communication company, both in separate countries. He kept Clifford in the complex but in the works department. Furthermore, he instructed the heads of the companies and departments to supervise them critically.
At the Stand Point Hotel
It had been two weeks since Irene resumed work. She had recovered from the lacerations that she suffered on her forehead. With the uniform for the Room Service Server, she looked younger than her age. Nevertheless, her supervisor wished to hook her up with the rich guests at the hotel since she was single and advanced in age. So, she invited her to her office on one occasion and interviewed her.
“For your age, don't you wish to get married, Alisa?” She asked with concern. 
Irene vacillated before she responded, “I wish to. May I know why you asked?”
“I asked because I cared. You can't remain in the hostel forever. Do you?”
“Not at all.”
“Then, live up to your age. There are rich guests, who are willing to pick up your bills if you are willing to play your card right. You could make quite a lot of additional income out of it.”
“Really. Isn't that prostitution?” She asked innocently. 
Jenny laughed at her naivety, and elucidated, “It depends on how you see it. The men I'm referring to would not spare you a glance at you if they perceive that you are a prostitute.”
“Really?”
“Certainly. They are decent men, who are out to have fun with decent ladies like you. Do you see prostitutes hanging around the hotel?”
“No. I haven't.”
“That is good. I will give you time to think over it,” Jenny dismissed her, but curiosity had taken over her, and she remained glued to her seat.
“Is it safe? Won't the management frown at it?” She asked in trepidation.
“It is not allowed, but you have to be discreet about it and don't allow it to affect your job.”
“Okay. If you say so. Thank you for your interest in me.”
She gave her an assuring smile, and responded, “You are welcome.”
After their discussions, Irene noticed that apart from her and Madam Jenny, there were no females in her department, and she counted herself lucky. Afterward, Jenny hooked her up.
Her first night with a guest was spine-chilling. She could not imagine being in the same room with a stranger. Not only that, she had to be in her nature. 
“Hello, pretty lady,” the handsome tall man in his mid-fifties, greeted her.
To make her feel at home when he observed that she was nervous, he teased her, "Don't you know that you are beautiful?"
She was encouraged, and responded with a smile, “Hello, Mr.”
“Make yourself comfortable. Is that ok?”
“I got you, Mr.”
“You can call me Cornelius. Cornell for short,” the man introduced himself with a smile. Although the man was friendly, Irene was new to the game and still saw herself as a married woman. Unknown to Irene, that was the man's first time, too.