While Ellis was still absorbed in his thoughts, an argument had already broken out between Silas and the two maids.
Even though he had planned not to bother with them, it seemed they were intent on forcing his hand, apparently.
He really didn't want to waste time on these two insolent bitches… they were just that insignificant, after all.
What mattered to him was the person standing behind them, the one pulling the strings, and whatever scheme they had in mind.
But then again… had anything in his life ever gone the way he wanted?
Unfortunately, never.
"What do you think you are doing?" the tall maid snapped, glaring at Silas when she saw her own hand being gripped tightly after trying to reach out toward Ellis.
But Silas, now holding the maid's wrist firmly, glared right back at her.
And unlike the polite, respectful tone she had tried to maintain at first, this time she spoke with a sharp, angry voice.
"Don't you dare touch Master."
