After shattering all the ceramic and glass bowls and plates on the floor, he asked the maid with a thin smile, "Now, do you understand what I'm hinting at here?"
The maid gulped. She looked down to stare at the amount of shattered ceramic and glass on the floor, with all the food that had been carefully crafted by a popular Michelin chef that got hired two days ago.
"Do you get the hint?" Master Gray asked her for the second time.
"Um… I-i-it means the chef doesn't do a good job—"
Vincent clicked his tongue and slammed the table.
"WRONG!" he shouted, and the maid shrieked in fear. She stepped back and slipped on the food until she fell on her butt.
Her palm accidentally pressed on a piece of broken glass and stabbed her until blood started trickling down from her palm to the floor.
However, she was too terrified of Master Gray's wrath that she didn't even feel the physical pain on her palm.
