"I'll go call the Young Mistress back right now, and make sure she obediently stays with you for dinner."
The fist that Lucas Griffin had been clenching suddenly slammed onto the table, and a storm seemed to gather on his face.
"I told you and Shelly Berg to take good care of her, and what do you do? You let her get thinner and thinner?"
"..." Jonas Jox was stunned.
His lips twitched stiffly as he spoke weakly, "The Young Mistress hasn't lost weight... um... maybe it's the haircut..."
"Hmm?" Lucas's voice took on a heavier note, his brows knitting together.
"Brother Kirin is right, I didn't even notice until Brother Kirin mentioned it, but the Young Mistress does seem like she's lost weight."
Jonas quickly nodded, ingratiating himself.
Unknown to him, Lucas's expression grew even darker, "If I need to tell you what to do before you know how to act, then why do I need you?"