Having thought of that, Yannie took a deep breath and gazed straight at Thomas’ cold, angular face. "Mr. Howard, you're not going to like what I have to say next.
"Since you think that as long as any monetary transaction is involved, it means the party who received the money is a dog to the employer. If I remember correctly, you signed an agreement with Ms. Luna yesterday, so you're going to be the ambassador for her jewelry pieces while she'll pay you accordingly.
"According to your theory, doesn't that make you Ms. Luna's Dog?"
Everyone in the living room held their breaths upon hearing this remark.
Thomas was caught off-guard as he looked at the woman in front of him. Never did he expect that she would say such a thing to him!
His exquisite facial features on his carefully sculpted handsome face were distorted and twisted. "What nonsense are you talking about?”
"Am I wrong?" Yannie steeled herself against Thomas' suppressive aura, even meeting his gaze bravely. Moreover, there was a gleam of coldness in her eyes.
"From your point of view, so long as my mother works as their maid and receives money from them, my mother is a dog of this family, and that I'm also a dog of this family, too. You signing that contract with Ms. Luna makes you, and your underlings, Ms. Luna’s dogs."
Yannie took a deep breath and smiled at Thomas. "Mr. Howard, I don't think anything is wrong with my logic, is there?"
Thomas' eyes seemed to be ignited with a deadly fire as he stared daggers at the woman.
No one had ever dared to reprimand him in such a way. Even when he was called the child born out of wedlock, no one dared to talk badly about him right to his face.
She even showed Thomas a smile while pleased with herself. "I bet you're more willing to kill me rather than admit the flaw in your logic. Am I right? You'd never want to admit you're wrong
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