Rosalia — POV
Barney stood opposite us, a group of tough, stick-wielding men behind him — at a glance, it was clear they were no good.
As a person with the simplest mind among us, Frederick was the first to speak, asking sharply, "Barney, where the hell have you gone, and what's going on with these men? Do you know them?"
"Tsk." Barney ground his teeth.
"You fool. I've always hated everyone's cleverness, but I hate your stupidity more."
At the twisted anger on Frederick's face, Barney beamed and grew bolder.
"Don't you get it with that empty head of yours?"
"I've always hated people like you-hated working for people like you." Barney jabbed a finger at Cassel with exaggerated disgust.
"What I hate most in this life is rich people like you, ordering me around everywhere, telling me to do whatever you want."
"Isn't that the job you're paid for, you idiot?" Henry sounded incredulous at Barney's logic.
