ROYAL HAZE’S PRIVATE SUITE…
Holland scoffed the moment Bluey stepped into the suite.
“Guards!” he barked.
Three guards entered swiftly and bowed low.
“What is she doing here?” he snapped coldly.
“She… I… Sir…” one of the guards stammered, eyes darting nervously.
“She… I… What? You can’t speak English now?” Holland glared at them.
“I’ll handle this....