Kevin was also surprised. He did not expect her to look at him so suddenly. He had worked as an assassin before and had the ability to conceal his presence. He did not realise that his gaze had been so intense. He only felt that Whitney was very sensitive.
"Close your mouth, or do you want to get a fly inside," he snapped in a cold voice. Whitney shivered when she heard him. She had been so lost in his beautiful eyes that she forgot the person was the devil. But when his gaze turned cold, Whitney's heart was filled with fear, remembering her position.
"Good evening, sir," she said and shut her mouth. She did not know whether she should face her front or wait for him to answer her greeting, after all, she was afraid of acting rudely. She also did not dare to continue looking at him, so she lowered her head. "What is the problem?" Kevin's voice remains cold.
