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Cain was about to say something, but Leanna already slammed the door in front of his face, signaling for him to leave.
Someone suppressed a laugh from behind.
“Laugh. You’ll choke if you hold it in,” Cain said, staring at the hard cold door, not looking at the man behind him.
“Bwahahahaha! Young master, you should have seen your face!”
“Does it bring you joy at seeing your young master being rejected?” Cain turned and faced Russell, the next head of his personal guards.
Russell stopped laughing in an instant. Seriousness coated his face the moment he saw Cain’s frosty eyes.
Cain strode towards the elevator with Russell marching behind him.
“How are Leanna’s guards?” Cain asked.
“You have nothing to worry about, young master. I’ve already chosen the best two women from our troops. They’ll guard her 24/7.” Russell grinned with confidence as his hands supported the back of his head.
Cain skidded to a stop and shot Russell a chilling glare.
Cold sweat trickled from Russell’s back. “I-I’ll add some more.”
When they rode the elevator, Cain asked, “How about the cameras?”
“Already planted in her unit. You can check young mistress anytime you want.”
Russell swallowed hard when he felt Cain’s signature menacing, ice-cold, murderous air.
“You better make sure that no one else but me can spy on my wife.”
“. . .”
Ahhh . . . young master, please don’t say something so shameful in front of your subordinate.
Russell wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. “We’ve checked a hundred times, no one else but you can access the cameras.”
Cain brought out his phone and log into the spy cameras. On his screen, Leanna was heading in the bathroom. He zoomed in on her face, and the whole elevator turned warm and sunny.
Russell could almost see flying hearts and sparkling rays of pink sunshine inside the elevator. He unconsciously cowered in the far corner of the tiny space, embracing his trembling self as he rubbed away all his goosebumps.
Never did Russell once saw his young master like that. His young master’s mood only brightened when he was going to destroy someone.
Ughh . . . Young master, at least in front of me, please hold that cold, indifferent, ruthless image I have of you.
Russell covered his eyes. He didn’t want to see Cain acting like this. The perfect image of him in his mind was gradually crumbling.
When they reached the helipad, Russell breathed a big breath of relief –– but was jolted awake upon hearing Cain’s voice.
“Not enough cameras. Put more on her things, her car, even inside that University. Put tracking devices on her possessions, her vehicles, her pieces of jewelry,” Cain said, expression reverted to his usual poker face as he climbed the helicopter, leaving Russell with mouth hanging open.
Young master really does things over the top!
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