Arielle's brows clumped together in a frown. “What nonsense are you spewing now?”
Beside her, Rayson shot a sharp gaze at Yvette as well. He warned, “Do mind your language, Miss.”
Rayson assumed that Yvette would shrink away like some frightened rodent and apologize to Arielle, but that wasn't the case. Yvette raised a leering brow at him while rebuking, “Mr. Beet, is your boss aware of your gallivant ways out here?
I suggest you be careful while playing with fire because Mr. Nightshire is not a lenient man. He won't tolerate a sloppy assistant.”
Then she yanked Sharon's wrist and sashayed off without waiting for Rayson or Arielle's response.
Sharon walked with shaky knees as she asked,
“Yvette... Is it wise to speak so rudely to Mr.
Seet?”
Yvette huffed, “Why does it matter? That pathetic assistant will be relieved from his position and left to roam the streets soon. Once he becomes useless, I doubt Arielle will stick to him as she's doing now!”
She scowled inwardly. Arielle is just like her scheming father, Henrick—power-hungry monsters.
Flaring with irritation, Yvette dialed her butler's number. “Edmund, find out Mr. Nightshire's current location at once.”
Edmund paused nervously on the other end of the call. He eventually stuttered, “A-are you referring to Mr. Nightshire of Nightshire Group, Ms. Yvette?”
“Who else, captain obvious?” “Um... I'm afraid it's impossible to track the current whereabouts of a big shot like Mr. Nightshire.”
Within seconds, Yvette's expression darkened as cried, “I don't care! You'll do as I say and track him now. Otherwise, you can kiss your job goodbye!”
Edmund hung up shortly after. His blinking gray eyes stared gravely into the space.
How on earth will I track him...
Coincidentally, one of the Actonwards' housekeepers had just returned from delivering gifts to Jordan. They mentioned that Jordan was visiting Vinson at the Jupiters' residence.
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