"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Hermione walked out of her bedroom, her sharp features softened by the sleek business attire she wore. She was typing something quickly on her phone, her fingers moving with precision. As she neared the staircase, she spotted Eli standing by, waiting for her. He greeted her with a firm nod and a warm smile, but she only offered him a curt, polite smile before walking past him.
“Eli,” Hermione’s voice cut through the silence of the penthouse, cold yet commanding, “Has the contract been reviewed properly?”
“Yes, Queen,” Eli responded confidently, his voice steady. “I personally checked it. No loopholes.”
Hermione hummed in acknowledgment, descending the last step. She paused briefly, her sharp blue eyes catching sight of Sam, standing still like a statue in his black suit, his posture perfectly controlled. She cleared her throat, grabbing his attention. Sam responded with his infamous blank expression and a firm nod.
“You can return to Milan, Eli,” Hermione announced, her tone leaving no room for debate. With that, Eli nodded, and Hermione turned her attention fully to Sam.
“Sam, I expect you not to disappoint me.” Her voice dropped an octave, becoming icier. “You are my personal guard, not my babysitter. Remember, I’m not weak. The only reason you’re here is because my father insists on his overprotectiveness.” Her words hung in the air, a clear warning.
Sam’s face remained devoid of emotion, his brown eyes locked on her. He had learned long ago that emotions only betrayed you.
“You’re not inferior to me,” Hermione continued, “But I expect formality. You are a stranger to me, after all. And let me make one thing clear—if you ever try to go against me behind my back, my father will make sure your bones are broken before I even get the chance.” Her words were laced with a quiet threat.
Sam’s blank expression didn’t falter, but inwardly, he absorbed every word. It was a strange feeling, this cold command coupled with a fierce independence. It was… unsettling.
As she finished her instructions, Eli offered a parting smile to Sam. “Hope you’ll have a great time working here.” Eli’s warmth was in stark contrast to Hermione’s cold demeanor.
Sam just gave a curt nod in response, and as Eli left, his gaze followed Hermione. She had moved on to the kitchen, talking to the maids. Even when giving orders, her tone softened slightly, showing a trace of respect toward them. It was small, but noticeable. Unlike most powerful people, she didn’t belittle those beneath her. The maids responded with equal respect, meeting her eyes instead of looking down.
