"Who wrote that line!" Ansel suddenly jumped up from his seat, asking angrily and loudly.
The bodyguards fell silent...
"Young Master Ansel, wasn't that written by you?"
Ansel shot a cold look at him: "Are you sure it was me?"
"Yes, it was you..."
"Are you sure?!" His gaze even more icy and sharp.
"…uh, it was written by your subordinate..."
Ansel snorted coldly: "I knew it was you, useless fool!"
"Yes, your subordinate was wrong, your subordinate is a fool!"
Ansel propped himself with one hand in a suave move and sat down again.
He crossed his arms and huffed: "You're so foolish, why would I keep you around?!"
A drop of cold sweat slid down the forehead of the bodyguard: "Young Master, I was wrong, please punish me, I will never be so stupid again."
"Forget it, I, the Young Master, am magnanimous, I will let you off this time. But... there must still be a small punishment."
"Your subordinate will accept any decision you make, Young Master."
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