"Do you know who she is?... How dare a common security guard lay his filthy hands on Madam's sacred body?" He reprimanded as if he was the boss there while Roman was the servant.
"I was only helping an injured person, what is my offence in that? Also if her body is as precious as you said, I wonder if you will be able to handle the consequences if her injuries worsen because you choose such a bad timing to butt in…"
"How dare…"
"That's enough!" Giavanna intervened when she couldn't handle the men's argument anymore.
"Your legs must be in a lot of pain. I am sorry for getting carried away. Let me help you to the chair over there," Roman said while pointing at the bench opposite the receptionist's desk.
"That is a bit far away. Madam can use my chair," A lady whose desk was closer to the scene of the incident offered.
"Won't that disrupt your work?" Giavanna asked, faking a pained look.