Aiden Shaw looked at him with a cool and frosty expression: "What did that woman say?"
Jesse Rivers: "..."
How could he dare say it?
Saying it would only add insult to injury, pour oil on the fire???
"Speak."
Aiden Shaw's thin lips released a cold sound, not giving him a chance to think. His patience seemed even lower than Tiana Thorne's.
Jesse Rivers stammered: "She, she... she said, Fourth Master, you have no taste..."
After the words fell, there was a long period of silence.
Jesse Rivers felt as if he could hear his own heart racing.
Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, his voice colder than before: "And?"
Jesse Rivers was about to cry without tears, how was he supposed to know more?
Was Fourth Master Aiden being masochistic, clearly knowing it was unpleasant to hear, yet insisting on hearing it.
"Hmm?"
Jesse Rivers: "..." This low urging tone was surprisingly identical to Tiana Thorne's.
"Also said, Fourth Master, you're blind—ah!"
