The moment Ainsley stepped on the safety choker forcefully, Axelle felt as if there's an arrow stabbing his chest.
"M-master…" the elf trembled. He subconsciously tried to reach out for the safety choker, yet Ainsley stopped him.
The baby pushed the elf's chest away and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Axwel. You're my pweople. Not a slave! Whatever you make for the family's business is wolthy! Many pweople will buy ith! You're wolthy to make such pwotions!"
Ainsley looked up at Axelle and tried to convince him.
"Don't think twat you're just a dilty slave...owkay?"
In fact, Ainsley had planned to give 30% of the potion's revenue to Axelle as his income.
Even when the family already provided his daily needs, Ainsley still thought of giving the elf some money.
Her mafia members would also get pocket money each month, depending on their monthly performance.
