“Good evening, Your Grace.”
One of the passing servants bowed deeply to Yulian.
The face was familiar, but not memorable enough for a name to come to mind.
You need to know the difficulties your employees face.
Rebecca’s words suddenly resurfaced. She often scolded him as if he were some heartless tyrant of an employer.
“You there.”
“Yes?”
The servant, who had been hurrying along, turned at Yulian’s sudden call, his eyes darting nervously as if wondering what mistake he’d made.
“Um… are you having any trouble with your work?”
“P-pardon…?”
“I mean—are you lacking anything?!”
Unaccustomed to conversations like this, Yulian ended up raising his voice without meaning to. He regretted it immediately, but it was too late.
With his master several times his size shouting at him, the servant looked as though he might faint on the spot.
Seeing the boy trembling made Yulian uneasy.
He wasn’t threatening…
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