"Miss Taylor, can you still stand up?" Kevin bent down respectfully and extended his hand towards the Taylor Miss on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Lily Shaw glanced at Kevin, subtly beginning to size up the man who referred to Aiden Grant as "Young Master."
The visitor looked to be around twenty-five years old, his hair immaculate, but the suit he wore betrayed something amiss—it had one button in the wrong place.
Judging by his dusty appearance, he seemed to have rushed over from somewhere in a hurry. Lily Shaw cast a sly glance at the classical beauty on the ground whom Kevin addressed as "Miss Taylor," with a playful look in her eyes.
"Kevin, throw her out immediately. Fire all those good-for-nothings, not one should remain!" Aiden Grant ordered with a frown, noticing Lily Shaw's gaze fixed on Kevin and pressing his full weight against Lily Shaw.
