"Minimus Hart, on what grounds do you say that to me?"
Minimus Hart kept a smile on her face. "Of course, in my capacity as the Young Master's subordinate."
"Subordinate?"
Sophie Sullivan looked as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. She leaned closer to Minimus Hart, who discreetly stepped back.
Sophie stared at her, emphasizing each word. "Minimus Hart, only Charlie River is worthy of the title 'subordinate.' You are just a female slave for men's amusement. Don't think too highly of yourself."
Sophie had hit a nerve. A flicker of embarrassment crossed Minimus Hart's eyes, gone in an instant.
Her expression turned cold as she said impassively, "This is the Young Master's order. Do you intend to disobey him?"
"Don't try to use Thomas Shannon to pressure me, Minimus Hart. Don't think I don't know what you truly are. One day, I will make you wish you were dead."
