The lead bodyguard, his face a mask of obsequiousness, cautiously broke the silence. "Mr. Scott, how... how'd we do back there?"
"We almost gave the whole thing away!" another blurted out. "We hadn't expected the lady of the house to barge in like that!"
Adrian's icy gaze cut through them like a knife. The seasoned bodyguards immediately straightened their spines, not daring to breathe too loudly. An oppressive tension hung in the air, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
"Crap, Mr. Scott is pissed," they muttered inwardly.
"Mr. Scott, we're sorry!" the lead bodyguard hurriedly apologized. "It was our carelessness—we didn't notice Mrs. Scott following us! It'll never happen again, we promise!" They bowed their heads in unison, hoping to escape his wrath.
Adrian remained silent,
