The bodyguards rushed forward.
"Stop it, what are you trying to do?"
"Let go of Mr. Barclay!"
Morwenna was too fierce. With Barclay in her grip, the surrounding bodyguards hesitated to approach.
Morwenna grabbed Barclay by the collar, hoisting him out of the water.
Looking at him drenched like a drowned rat, she sternly said, "Barclay, it's one thing to be unkind, but it's another to be malicious. Do you know how fierce a wolfhound can be? Do you know the strength of its bite? Luckily for you, it's me here today. Had it been someone else, you could have ruined them."
Barclay coughed incessantly, taking a while to catch his breath before he angrily retorted, "My wolfhound just looks intimidating, but he doesn't bite. It was just a prank. How dare you call me malicious?"
Morwenna found it amusing that such a privileged bully was sensitive about being called malicious.
She pushed him back into the water again.
"Prank? Did you know that a startled person might retaliate and provoke the wolfhound? Did you know that someone with acrophobia suddenly facing heights could die?"
Barclay's eyes widened. "I... I..."
"What about you? You didn’t know, did you? Your stupidity and recklessness, that's what's really nasty!"
Barclay seemed stunned.
He stopped resisting.
At that moment, Morwenna sparkled her eyes like stars on a clear summer night, bright and clear.
Half an hour later, Morwenna secured her job.
She left Gilded Lilly Estates in high spirits.
She had expected a beating from Barclay’s bodyguards after confronting him, but surprisingly, he just let her go.
Unexplainable, perhaps he was just scatterbrained.
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