"I'm not very good at foot massages," Felix said quickly. He gave Yuliana a meaningful glance as he walked over, and thankfully, she got the message.

"Alright, I guess my feet feel fine anyway. We'll stop here for today."

Once she left, Felix hurried over to explain himself. "Quentin, I swear nothing is going on. You saw it yourself—I just started working here. I'd never overstep like that."

Felix's tone and his willingness to bend seemed to finally satisfy Quentin, who gave a smug smile and