Owen Lewis was on the verge of spitting blood after hearing those words.
Damn! What did he just hear? This damned woman... Ah, no, no, he couldn't raise a hand against her. First, he doesn't hit women—though she hardly acts like one. Second, this person is obviously Nia Mitchell's friend. If Nia Mitchell starts whispering things about this to Maxwell Peary, wouldn't he be finished? No, no, he absolutely can't make such a mistake. His situation is bad enough as it is; he's practically a slave.
"I won't talk to you, so stay away from me."
He couldn't afford to offend her, so it was best not to bicker here.
Fiona Sutton's mouth twitched. Okay, assessment complete, she thought. This guy definitely has a screw loose.
"What were you doing just now?" Owen Lewis returned to the main topic, giving the bodyguards a severe look.
"We... we were just following orders."
Well, what could they do? They were hired bodyguards, after all.
