"After her, mainly in charge of her security, any person coming near her must be watched. I don't want to see her getting hurt in any way."
The man sat upright with a sense of restraint and nodded seriously upon hearing this, "Yes, I understand."
Owen Moreland leaned back in the soft chair with his long legs crossed, radiating superior aura at all times. He rested one hand on the edge of the table and waved the other at the man, signaling that he could leave.
The man stood up, gave Owen Moreland a slight bow, then turned and left, closing the door behind him.
With the door shut tightly, Owen Moreland's calm yet sharp gaze swept towards Benjamin Richardson.
