After listening to Clayflo's explanation, Huo Sining realized she had misunderstood, and her face flushed red instantly, with the back of her ears burning:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Duke, I misunderstood you. Those words were a bit harsh, and I hope you won't mind."
Clayflo didn't seem to care: "It's not a big deal. I'm only protecting my high-quality clientele. You should know, Miss Huo, that you're participating in the upcoming black market auction. If anything happens to you on my turf, it wouldn't be very pleasant. So, if you really want to count, I'm still looking out for my own interests. Miss Huo, you needn't be too polite. If there's anything you need help with, just ask. If I can do it, I certainly won't refuse."
Huo Sining immediately laughed, suddenly realizing that now she was the lamb waiting to be slaughtered by the man in front of her. So it's only natural for him to ensure her safety. Thinking this way, Huo Sining no longer hesitated and gracefully said:
