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. Seet, 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.
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