The servant came and announced that the young mistress had returned.
Alexander Marshall's face was stern, his lips curled in cold disdain, "Let her in."
Olivia Jenkins stepped into the opulent main building of Beverly Hills, saw two rows of neatly dressed bodyguards in black suits, and a mocking smile appeared on her face.
Olivia Jenkins looked up at the second floor, raising her voice to shout, "Grandpa, are you so afraid of me? Or, are you excited to welcome me home?"
Alexander Marshall had never seen such a daring woman shouting at him like this, so he frowned and took the elevator down.
Seeing so many bodyguards in such a stately procession, a fierce flare flickered in Alexander Marshall's eyes, and he exclaimed harshly, "Are you all just lazing around?"
The old master was angry, and the butler motioned for the guards to disperse immediately.
