"No need," Jared Quinn spoke.
These minor injuries are nothing to him.
"Investigate those women at the bar today, don't let any of them go. Submit all the information to my office, including their family backgrounds, and feel free to suppress them."
"Yes, sir," the butler, who had learned some massage before, applied the bruise ointment while massaging. Having been with the Quinn Family for so many years, seeing Jared get injured more frequently lately was somewhat concerning.
This young mistress is really something. Clearly, aside from not paying attention to her after their wedding, the young master hadn't done anything excessive, yet the young mistress seems to particularly despise him.
She could stab such a deep wound last time.
"Young master, is there some misunderstanding between you and the young mistress?"
Jared thought of the nonsensical things she uttered during her nightmares, and his expression turned a bit grim. "Find a psychologist to come by later."
