The windows in the room were sealed and couldn't be opened.
The black-clad bodyguard, responding to the heiress's screams, drew his gun and pointed it at the monkeys in the cage.
"What are you doing?!" the heiress roared, "I want it thrown into the sea to feed the fish! Not for you to shoot it dead! Shooting will just fill my room with blood again! It's disgusting!!!"
Du Lai keenly caught her use of "again".
A chill rose in his heart.
It seemed, whether toward people or animals, such sadistic slaughter was by no means her first act.
The bodyguard appeared unfazed by the heiress's tantrum, responding methodically: "Miss, due to the stormy weather, the deck is closed. If you dislike this monkey, I will take it to another room for disposal."
"I said! I want it thrown into the sea to feed the fish! Feed the fish!!! Don't you understand?!!"
Smiling just a minute ago, the heiress now seemed transformed, insane! Sharp! Violent! Unreasonable!
