Derrek came to check on Yasmin and found out that she was locked in the guest room. He furiously yelled at Harry, "Open the door."
Harry stood there with his head bowed, holding his left wrist in the front. "I am sorry. Sir has strictly forbidden anyone from meeting Madam without his permission. Please be patient and wait for him. I will bring coffee for you."
"I don't need your coffee." Derrek found it hard to keep his temper in check. The veins on his neck engrossed as he yelled, "Open the door right now."
Harry didn't move from his place, making it clear that he wouldn't go against his master's orders.
Derrek clenched his fists, wanting to knock him down. He was the younger son of the family, yet, a modest servant had the audacity to disobey him. It was all because of his ruthless half-brother.
He stepped towards Harry and reached into his pockets.
