"Pack this thing up."
Iris Warden looked at the severed finger with disgust, the strange odor still filled the entire space, making her feel a bit suffocated; she could hardly breathe.
"Yes, Madam!"
The bodyguards quickly took care of the severed finger and then left.
Hearing the footsteps recede, Kimberly Singleton's gaze returned to Iris, her voice anxious as she spoke—
"Madam, if this is true, our situation could be very bad!"
Kimberly's question made Iris's pale face even more unsightly.
After thinking, Kimberly continued to question—
"Does Young Master Landon know the pressure we're under, and that's why he's doing this deliberately?"
Iris didn't answer, just quietly darkened her face in silence.
