"What are you doing here?" Young Master Wu asked with a frown.
"Ah, I'm here to collect my debt. Have a seat," Jeslyn gestured to the chair in front of her.
"Are you out of your mind? This is my off–"
"Was. This was your office, Young Master Wu." Jeslyn interrupted.
"What do you mean?" He furrowed his brows while suppressing his rage.
"Isn't it clear enough? Ok. I mean, I want your company as compensation for your effrontery to seek my trouble."
"What?! How dare y–"
"Lower your voice, else your tongue might fly." Jeslyn side–eyed him before flinging her wrist to one of the guards behind her.
The guard brought out a blue document from behind him and placed it on her palm.
"Young Master Wu, you have some documents to sign. Come forward, my time is precious."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" His anger flared and his face turned red like a tomato.
