Sheril thought about it very clearly. Last time, Nora had helped her slap Rachel's face at the ball. She had to protect her no matter what.
When her master heard this, his expression changed. "You, how can you be so stubborn?!"
He was old, so what was the use even if he had the right to speak at the refining factory? All of his concern was only the Andersons.
Those words earlier were just to make Sheril hesitate, but this girl did not hesitate at all. She was too disappointing!
He reached out in anger, about to say something, but he coughed violently.
Sheril hurriedly took a step forward and held his arm. "Master, I know you despise me for being your superior. If you want the power to speak, I'll return it to you!"
Her master said with heartache, "Why do I need the right to speak? How many years can I stay in the pharmaceutical factory? I should have retired long ago!"
