"Mr. Foster, please slow down. Isabelle specifically asked me to ensure you get home safely." Isabelle's colleague looked up from her phone call, realizing Jeffrey Foster had already walked several meters away, and hurried to catch up.
"No need." There was a burning fire in Jeffrey Foster's heart; his mood was utterly terrible, and he refused coldly.
"Ah? How can that be? Isabelle did say so, and it's so dark..." When she mentioned the darkness, she suddenly remembered Jeffrey was blind. Whether it was dark or light made no difference to him, so she stopped herself, "Regardless, you were invited by our property management; we have to ensure your safety in getting home."
"I said it's not necessary!" Jeffrey's voice carried a sharp edge, intimidating those around him, leaving them too stunned to follow.
