"If you know what's good for you, you won't regret treating us well~" Kalina said with a satisfied smile. Without another word, she put on her cloak and pushed open the VIP room door, disappearing from everyone's sight like a crimson shooting star.
Jiyan Malin was left behind in the VIP room, speechless, while the maids outside were stunned.
As Kalina left, the timidity and unease on Jiyan's face gradually faded, replaced by a strong sense of unwillingness.
Recalling Kalina's disdainful eyes, the young man clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
Damn it, do they really think I'm a tool to be ordered around?
Although the conditions Kalina offered weren't bad, her lofty attitude, always looking down on him, made Jiyan, the heir of a great family, feel a strong dissatisfaction.
Moreover, how glorious was he in the past? Now he had to be so subservient to a lowly mercenary?