“WHAT the fuck?”

Francis turned his head sideways to see who was the bastard who dared to hold his wrist, and his brows furrowed as August’s intimidating gaze locked against his.

“Let her go,” August commanded as he glanced at Fiona, who looked nervous like a puppy as she stared at her owner.

“I’m just talking with her about something. Why would I let her go?” The side of Francis’ lips rose as his hold on Fiona’s jaw tightened. “Besides, I saw a mosquito landing on her face. I’m just a concerned citizen who will kill the mosquito for him.”

His glance moved onto Fiona before he spoke again. “Right, Fiona?”

Francis gave her a warning gaze. A warning and a reminder that Fiona should not speak, or the bones in her face would dislocate with Francis’ own hands.

Fiona remained silent as she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes widened with terror visible in it. Her lips trembled as she remembered how cruel the Wellington family was when it came to their employees, especially to the new o