Chapter 112

The young master, Rocco, contorted in anger. He unknowingly tightened his grip on the auction house server lady's delicate arm.

"Ah!" The lady server let out a yelp of pain.

At that time, a man with a masculine physique spoke as if to advise Rocco. "Young master, that's enough. We can't make a scene here. Remember why your father sent you here."

The young master Rocco loosens his grip on the young lady server, leaving behind a violet and somewhat red bruise on her arm. She trembled in fear at the corner. Initially, she had thought that serving the young master would bring her benefits. Oh, how gravely mistaken she was.

If it weren't for his timely intervention of him, the young lady server would have had to look for a doctor as young master Rocco wouldn't stop hurting others for the reason that he had a violent tendency and a complete lack of sympathy toward others.

"Do you have the right to order me around pheasant?" The young master Rocco spat at the man before him, who, despite