THE WOMAN’s grip on her skirt tightened, a sign that Wesley’s intimidation went onto her body already, but Wesley didn’t even change his expression.

Instead, he intimated to Jennica more, who didn’t know what to do as of now.

‘Sir Francis… Where are you?’ At the back of her mind, Jennica, one of Francis’ most loyal employees, asked for help. ‘How can I not obey the command of Sir Wesley? Because he’s right… He’s the head. The boss.’

And technically, Francis is just inferior to him.

Jennica’s gaze remained on her shoes as her mind went elsewhere. The only instruction of Francis lingered in his mind like a haunted chant that came from the grave.

“Don’t let anyone enter the data storage room except me, and the people with authority which are the selected doctors and engineers,” said Francis at that time, and Jennica nodded in response.

Obviously, Wesley isn’t one of those people who have the authority to go inside the prohibited room, despite how high his position was.

‘Shit,’ Jennica