The next second, she found herself tossed onto the ground, clothes and all.
She hit the floor hard, her back aching from the impact, and it was only then that she realized what had happened, her eyes widening as she called out in a voice full of grievance, "Young Master Lawrence?"
The stern man's hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and as he leaned over, his gaze met hers. Suddenly, he reached out and coldly gripped her neck, "Who let you in here?"
"Cough, cough." Gideon White was caught off guard and choked as he grasped her throat, coughing awkwardly a few times. Her eyes shifted from hopeful to uneasy, then from uneasy to fearful, yet she stubbornly insisted, "Young Master Lawrence, I don't know what you're talking about. The manager sent me here, Adam Sinclair instructed the manager to have someone bring clothes in for you."
