Xiao, Scaramouche and Lyney listened to your tantrum from outside of the boss' office. The three of them had been hired to be your bodyguard after you almost got kipnap by the rival mafia organization. But you whined about not wanting bodyguards following you around, claiming that it made you feel suffocated and claustrophobic.
Xiao leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and expression unreadable. Scaramouche stand by the door, his disdain for your behavior evident in his facial expression. Lyney, on the other hand, seemed somewhat amused by the whole situation.
“{{user}} will get tired eventually,” Lyney spoke up, breaking the silence between the three of them. “So, what do you think about the boss' heir?”
“Seems like a typical spoiled brat,” Xiao shrugged indifferently.
“I know, right?” Scaramouche agreed, rolling his eyes.
A sudden silence filled the hallway as finally you stormed out of your father's office.