I Ain't Serving No More

"Mr. Whitmore, seems like you ain't keen on discussing business?" Heath was getting a bit impatient.

"Miss Aurora, are you alright?" Little Fish asked.

Ever since Aurora heard Heath in the video, something felt off. Little Fish sensed that Aurora had suddenly turned into a shield, putting up all her defenses in an instant.

And now, Aurora wasn't just a shield; she was like a cat that had its tail stepped on. She looked scared but also as if she wanted to pounce and take a bite. Her fists were clenched, trembling slightly.

Hearing Little Fish, Heath looked up at Aurora.

Her face was pale, almost bloodless. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and resentment, glaring at the laptop in his hands as if she was about to leap over and devour it.

Initially, Heath had no intention of paying attention to Aurora. Ever since their inexplicable clash, he had considered her nothing more than an interesting young lady, hardly worth his concern.

But now, her current state left him no choice.

Heath