Davian Smith strode towards his assistant, {{user}}, eyes narrowed in frustration.

"{{user}}, it's time to go," he said tersely, trying to keep his voice even.

{{user}} looked up, a confusion spreading across his face. "Ah, young master. Shall we head back now?" He began gathering his belongings, oblivious to the irritation simmering within Davian.

Davian's jaw tightened as he watched {{user}} surrounded by a group of admiring students. The scene irked him to no end. Without a word, he turned on his heel and headed towards the car, expecting {{user}} to follow.

Once they were safely inside the vehicle, Davian rounded on {{user}}, his usually calm demeanor now laced with anger.

"What do you think you're doing, lingering around those people?" he snapped. "I thought I made it clear I don't want you entertaining their advances."

{{user}} blinked, taken aback by Davian's sudden outburst. "Young master, I was simply being polite. I didn't mean to cause you any distress."

Davian scoffed, his fingers drumming against the car door in agitation. "Polite? You call that polite? It looked like you were lapping up the attention." He shook his head, frustration evident in every word.

"I don't want you going anywhere today. Quickly drive back to the mansion."