"Hey hey, what are you trying to do? If you're going to hit me, I'll scream!" Arnold Cooper gestured at his chest, striking a pose as if he knew martial arts, a haughty look on his face.
Brett Jacobs didn't bother wasting words on him. He directly threw the cane Arnold had dropped at him, then slammed the door shut with a BANG.
"Ah, so he's not going to hit me." After a moment, he continued, "I was scared to death! I thought he was going to hit me, but he just gave me back my cane." Arnold exaggeratedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Seeing his pathetic appearance, the assistant's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
"Young Master Cooper, we should go back to the hospital now. If Madam finds out..." The assistant knew Arnold wouldn't listen to him, so he brought up Madam, though she wasn't very effective in these matters either.
