——In the past, I would have wanted to beat you to death too.
Such words, almost like a warning, eventually... eventually made Nero show a subtle expression of strategic retreat because she couldn't gauge the temperament of this former [Club Owner]... whether they had a personality like her Boss Luo.
So Nero obediently raised her hands, making a gesture of surrender, and looked at Eleanor, who, if not for strict adherence to her duties, might have already attacked her, "Alright, I admit I was indeed talking nonsense, my boss doesn't have thirteen mistresses... at most, he has only seven! At present... well, I mean in the future, he's planning on how to get this Miss Eleanor."
"Master, Eleanor requests the chance to privately judge the unknown Black Soul before her."
The Maid at the time suddenly calmed down, but beneath that calm facade, there were words of turbulent undercurrents.
