Sofy glared at the maid for kneeling and letting her cleavage become more visible. When the maid's chest neared Vincent's legs, Sofy's hand gradually lowered to grab her whip belt like a cowboy going for his gun.
[Is she going to trick us again?]
-I will not let her.-
Based on what Vincent saw thus far, all the workers with a slave tattoo collars didn't look unsatisfied with their current life.
Vincent hardened his resolve and did not waver for the maid's pity trick. Even if she was currently acting truthful or deceitful, Vincent had decided to trust in Nick and his family.
Vincent sat on the comfy sofa. He raised one leg and placed it on the other. He crossed his arms and said with an authoritative tone, "What will this honorable one be able to gain from allowing an ordinary mortal my pity? What do you request, and what can you provide."