“I already helped you deal with a spy from the Island Nations,” said Harvey York calmly.

“It’s perfectly fine if you don’t thank me…

“But, here you are nagging at me for some reason.

“You really think that I wouldn’t dare kill you off?”

“When did an outsider get the right to meddle in our family’s business, Harvey?!” exclaimed Manager York coldly.

“Have you thought of the consequences of getting yourself involved?!

“Have you?!

“Kneel, or I’ll mobilize my troops just to deal with you!

“And when I’m done with you, you’ll die a graveless death!”

Manager York threateningly took out his phone, ready to dial a specific number.

“Since when did a servant get the right to show off on behalf of the Yorks of Hong Kong?”

A calm yet dignified voice could be heard.

When everyone turned around, Marcel York was seen wearing a suit as he walked over from the mountain road, with his arms crossed behind him.

At this moment, he did not bring anybody with him, as if he was just casually stroll