Morgan Ashworth looked at the blushing female secretary and let out one word from his thin lips, "Get out!"
The female secretary froze, "...Young Master..."
"What, can’t understand my words? I don’t want to see you again." Morgan said coldly.
The female secretary turned pale, "Young Master, I can leave, but did I do sothing wrong? Could you tell ?"
Morgan’s face was indifferent, "You didn’t do anything wrong. Your biggest mistake is... you are a woman!"
"..." The female secretary didn’t expect such a ridiculous answer. She was fired just because she was a woman?
The female secretary left despondently.
Morgan continued to smoke by the floor-to-ceiling window. He didn’t know when a female secretary started working for him, probably arranged by the elders. He hadn’t had a single female around him for years, not even a female mosquito.
Recalling her accusations earlier, saying he was flirtatious and should find another woman, made him angry.
She was falsely accusing him!
Being wrongly accused felt so uncomfortable and frustrating.
However, since she cared so much about him having won around, he needed to be more attentive in the future. He would chase away all the won who approached him, not giving her any chance to accuse him wrongly.
Morgan picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Release Eleven."
Eleven had been punished for secretly seeking Willow Crawford, and now he needed Eleven out. He required an assistant, a male one.
Soon, the door to the room was pushed open, and Eleven walked in, "Master, I am back."
"Do you realize your mistake?"
Eleven nodded, "I realize it. I won’t dare again."
"I have sothing for you to handle now."
"What is it?"
"Investigate the Demon Bell Charm Skill of our tribe."
Demon Bell Charm Skill?
Upon hearing those four words, Eleven showed an expression of surprise, "Back in the day, during the battle between Alani and the rn, Serena, the Princess of Alani, with her dical skills, defeated our tribe’s Demon Bell Charm Skill completely. Later, during the upheaval and wandering, our tribe’s Demon Bell Charm Skill almost vanished, and there hasn’t been any news over the years. Why does Master ntion the Demon Bell Charm Skill now?"
Morgan knitted his brows, "I suspect our tribe’s Demon Bell Charm Skill has long been manipulated by the royal family of Prince Rosen."
What?
Eleven, "Alright, I will check it imdiately."
Speaking of which, Eleven rembered a question and cautiously asked, "Master, will you go back tonight?"
Go back?
Morgan’s tone was cold and hard, "I won’t go back. No one welcos there anyway!"
Eleven heard a hint of resentnt from his master’s voice, like a husband sulking and leaving after an argunt.
"Master, did you have a fight with Miss Crawford?"
Willow Crawford is the only one in the world who could affect his master’s emotions this way. Her every move affects the master’s mood, bringing him joy or sorrow.
Morgan scoffed, "No, it was her unreasonable behavior that pushed out!"
Eleven, "..."
Morgan angrily clenched his fist, "This ti, unless she admits her mistake and asks to return, I won’t go back!"
Morgan decided to carry on with the silent treatnt.
"..."
Eleven was stunned, finding it hard to believe that this was his wise and strong master. No, definitely not!
Morgan had loved Willow for many years, unable to forget her after a glance back then. Even though they had been separated for a few years, Willow remained his most beloved woman. The relationship had reached its peak, but Morgan always felt like he was in love with Willow.
"Alright, Master, I will take my leave." Eleven quickly exited.
...
Morgan stayed in the private villa for several days, and Willow hadn’t initiated contact with him.
Morgan opened his phone, noting she hadn’t sent him any ssages nor called. What was she trying to express?
Morgan wished he could rush back now and give her a good scolding. He really wanted to look into her heart and see if he had any place there. Wasn’t she afraid he would really go out and find another woman?
Morgan dialed a number, and soon Eleven’s voice ca through, "Hello, Master, what are your orders?"
"How is the Young Master of The Western Reaches?"
"Since we locked him up, the Young Master of The Western Reaches is very angry. He is now on a hunger strike, resisting us, wanting us to release him."
Hunger strike?
How childish!
Morgan’s lip curved into a faint, mocking smile, "Spread the word to Willow Crawford, saying the Young Master of The Western Reaches has fainted from the hunger strike. We haven’t called a doctor for him, nor do we plan on caring about his life or death."
"Master, you an?"
"She considers the Young Master of The Western Reaches a friend, she will definitely call to plead!"
Eleven, "..."
...
Willow was sulking in her room for several days. She and Morgan were in a deadlock; he didn’t trust her, everything she said or did was wrong.
Then, she overheard the maids outside talking, "Have you heard? The Young Master of The Western Reaches fainted from a hunger strike."
"Yes, I also heard the Master hasn’t called a doctor for him, doesn’t care about his life or death."
"Oh, the Young Master of The Western Reaches is so pitiful, ca in walking, now he’s carried out horizontally."
What happened to the Young Master of The Western Reaches?
Willow’s heart sank, quickly opening the room door, and addressed the maids, "The Young Master of The Western Reaches has fainted, why hasn’t anyone called a doctor?"
"Miss Crawford, we are just maids. To call a doctor, the Master must give the word. If you have sothing to say, make a call to the Master."
Call him again, Willow didn’t want to, fearing the sa as last ti when another woman answered.
But it was her fault involving the Young Master, she couldn’t let anything happen to him.
Willow had no choice but to pick up the landline and dial Morgan’s number again.
The phone rang once, then was answered, Morgan’s deep, magnetic voice slowly transmitted through, "Hello."
Willow’s slender white fingers curled up, clutching the receiver tightly.
"Why aren’t you speaking, cat got your tongue? Call again when you’ve thought of what to say." On the other end, Morgan was impatient, about to hang up.
"Morgan, I have sothing to tell you, the Young Master of The Western Reaches fainted from a hunger strike, can you call a doctor for him?" Willow blurted out her words in one breath.
The other end was silent for a few seconds, "You called just for that Young Master?"
"The Young Master of The Western Reaches is just a friend..."
"Willow Crawford, are you pleading with now?"
Willow compromised, "Yes, I am pleading."
"Pleading is not just saying it casually; you need to show sincerity. Willow Crawford, you know how to plead, don’t you?" Morgan hinted.
Willow bit her red lip with white teeth, roughly understanding his implied aning.
"I’ll return tonight, and we will see how you behave then." Morgan hung up the phone.
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