"You...! Our young master, do you think just anyone can see him?"
Iris Harris wasn't upset; she casually replied, "Being able to plant people right under his nose, I suppose your young master is indeed a character. But now, if you're pretending to be a waiter to talk to me, it means your young master is also restricted by him everywhere in River City." She looked up at the person in front of her, whose face had turned ashen, and said calmly, "I really want to leave. But since you want to make a deal with me, then you must show sincerity. Let your young master meet me in person. Otherwise, no matter what you say, I won't agree."
The person was dumbfounded by her calm tone.
Iris Harris was very beautiful; he initially thought she was just a trophy, kept by Brandan Hyde.
A canary in a golden cage, how formidable can she be?
Just a mere plaything.
But standing here, facing her, he finally felt the presence of this woman's power.
