Gustavo Yates rushed in, seeing Amelia Sherwood standing stiffly, he immediately understood the situation.
The boss was already frustrated because of the Young Madam, and this woman was trying to cozy up to the young master. Wasn't this clearly asking for trouble?
"Miss Sherwood, please leave," Gustavo Yates said sternly.
"Who do you think you are? It was Mrs. Nightshade who told me to come. Do I need you, a mere assistant, to tell me whether I should go?" Amelia Sherwood said arrogantly.
Damn, now even a lowly assistant dared to bully her. After all, she was the future Young Madam Nightshade.
Gustavo Yates's face turned cold, "I may not know who I am, but if Miss Sherwood insists on staying, don't blame me for being rough."
The implication: Don't make me show you what I can do.
