The servant's face suddenly turned pale, and abruptly, she spitefully pulled something out from her bosom and threw it fiercely at Mabel Quinn, "Isn't it just taking a little thing of yours? Do you really have to be so serious? Do you really think I care about your lousy stuff!"
The item thrown at Mabel Quinn was precisely the longevity lock she was looking for.
The lock plate fell to the ground, and Mabel Quinn hurriedly bent down, checking the lock plate, deeply afraid it might have been damaged.
The servant continued to shout, "Mabel, what are you so proud of? The CEO isn't interested in you anymore, soon you'll be kicked out of the Kinston Residence!"
Mabel Quinn held the longevity lock in her palm, coldly stared at the servant, "Whether I leave here or not has nothing to do with you, and by the way, this isn't taking, it's stealing! So what if I want to be serious about it? I will report it to the police, and how they deal with you is your problem."
