When returning, the subordinate couldn't help but speak up.
"Manager, you'd better have someone handle the wound." He glanced at the blood on Mark Duncan's hand and said.
Mark Duncan didn't say anything, just waved his hand indifferently.
Seeing this, the subordinate didn't say anything further.
.........
Shortly after coming out from the Old Master, a servant hurried over.
"Young Master!"
Seeing the servant approaching, he subconsciously frowned.
"It's Miss Smith..." The servant lowered her head and said softly.
Hearing her mention Stella Noah Jackson, his eyes grew a bit tense.
"Miss Smith refuses to eat, saying our chef's meal is too hard to stomach..."
Listening to the servant's account, Mark Duncan already anticipated the situation.
"Have someone make another and send it over!"
After saying this, he strode toward the room where Stella Noah Jackson resided!
When he pushed open the door, she was standing in front of the window, observing something outside.
