Rosalind Thorne donned professional attire, a white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, holding a folder in her hands.
She walked over to report, "Mr. Knight, everything's been handled."
In work matters, he must be addressed as Mr. Knight, not as 'brother.'
Marcus Knight took the folder from Rosalind, skimmed through it swiftly, found no issues, and handed it off to his assistant.
The man's cold gaze swept over Rosalind, his voice deep, "Busy lately?"
"Not really, after this trip, aren't we heading back to Solara?" Rosalind replied.
Marcus Knight's face showed no warmth, his eyes clouded, carrying a harsh menace, "If you're not busy, don't rush to your grave."
Rosalind froze, her gaze puzzled, cautiously asked, "Brother... what do you mean?"
Marcus looked down on her from above, his voice chilling enough to cause shivers, "You know the consequences of crossing my lines."
At that moment, the assistant felt a chill down his spine.
Too terrifying!
