"You should drink less and take care of your health. Just because you're young doesn't mean you get to be reckless with your body. Have you considered the consequences for the future?"

Winslow countered immediately upon hearing Gareth's response.

"I understand, Mr. Knowles; I will take note of it next time," Gareth replied, lowering his head.

Initially, he didn't fully grasp the significance of Winslow's words, but three hours later…

At that moment, he came back to report to Winslow.

"Is everything settled on Gareth's end?" Winslow voiced out one of his primary concerns.

With Gareth's departure, no one in Moranta would have the power to sway Elisa any longer.

Naturally, Winslow wanted to keep Elisa away from people like Gareth.

However, for someone like Elisa, who valued relationships, abandoning Gareth was out of the question.

Winslow thought it was wisest to send Gareth away. Gareth was caught off guard when he heard his name being uttered from the casino owner's lips. He had not realized the casino owner had his eyes on him.

Nonetheless, he kept his act together perfectly. He respectfully nodded and replied, "Yes, sir, everything has been handled according to your instructions."


"That's good. Now, go and get some rest. Stay by Elisa's side and take care of her after that."

"Yes, sir." Gareth nodded and left the room.

Brie couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

As soon as she got back, Mr. Knowles assigned her the responsibility of taking care of Elisa.

Brie was well aware that the only reason she was assigned to the task was because she was a woman, making her the most convenient choice.

Mr. Knowles had asked North to take care of Elisa. His intention was clear—he could do with one less female assistant, but he couldn't be without Elisa.

"Mr. Knowles, may I ask you a question?" Brie slowly approached Winslow and pursed her lips before speaking.

Winslow didn't respond immediately, but his gaze fell on Brie.

Brie understood that as a sign that he was allowing her to speak.

After a brief pause, Brie muttered, "Mr. Knowles, I want to... I am…"

She struggled to find the right words.

She noticed the hint of confusion in Winslow's calm eyes as he looked at her.

Brie hesitated, unsure if she should proceed with her words.

"When had you become so indecisive, Brie?"

Winslow's tone showed some disdain towards her stalling her words.

Brie's throat tightened.

She knew that Winslow always expected people that worked around him to be clear-cut and straightforward when talking.

Oh, screw it! Brie thought to herself. She was already prepared to die.
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