In Which She Tries

The males started nodding their heads in confirmation.

As she stood there in the room, her pulse was pounding, and for the first time in her life, she had the impression that someone was protecting her. This was a feeling that she had rarely experienced in her lifetime. John was the first person who had ever demonstrated such a high level of support for her.

"Then, Mr. Hennessy, along with the rest of the crew, what was the reason you collectively believed that she was a whore, a slave, and my bride?" John questioned despite the fact that he was simmering with wrath.

His comments are incisive, and they have a chilly tone to them as well. He had refined every sentence to the level of precision that one would expect from an assassin's dagger.

"Master John…" Hennessy spoke.

John gave Hennessy the evil eye and muttered under his breath, "I haven't finished yet," as he looked down at Hennessy.

It's possible that his crimson eyes gave off the impression of being much redder than they actually were because of the paleness of his face and the acute angles of his structure, as well as his horns and the flowing white hair. Everything about him pointed to the fact that he was a potential danger.

John shouted in a tone that was adamant, "You insult the only lady that is present among you," and he meant every word of what he said. You have made it so that I am unable to maintain my composure. I did not bow to anyone or apologize, but because you insulted a helpless woman, I will have to do so now. I did not apologize or bow to anyone.

Hennessy cried out to Master John and said, "We really apologize to you," and he intended for it to be taken seriously. We are sorry that this has caused you any trouble, Miss Lisa. We will, without fail, carry out any and all of the tasks that she assigns to us, Master John. We guarantee that you will never have to worry about us failing you.

In a tone heavy with remorse and melancholy, the young men repeated over and over again, "Yes, Master John."

Lisa's pulse rate and respiration were both extremely fast. She was making a valiant effort to stifle a sob, and the muscles in her throat were tensing up as she did so.

She bit the end of her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and breathed with heavy pauses as though a ton of weight was being maintained on her chest and someone was removing it brick by brick. She was acting as though someone was physically removing the weight from her chest. She had the impression that the burden was being lifted little by little, brick by brick.

"Lisa is no longer employed by us in any capacity," the statement read. According to John's explanation, "This is the location where she will disembark." "It is fine for you to go at this time."

Lisa had absolutely no interest in being observed by anyone, so she made a hasty exit. However, it was already too late to do anything about it. The other people on the team turned their attention to her.

They were obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable, as evidenced by the fact that they hushed one another and mumbled the name "Lisa." 

She gave a small hand wave to the gathering as she greeted them with "Hey guys" before addressing the group.

When Lisa entered the room, one of them said "Hello" and then wished her a "very lovely morning to you."

Mona gave a friendly wave and introduced herself by saying, "Hello, I am here as well."

"Hello, Mona. The phrase "a lovely morning to you as well" was exchanged between several gentlemen as a greeting.

"Is there anyone interested in breakfast?" Lisa exclaimed, "I'm terribly hungry," while displaying an anxious expression on her face.

Mona's response was, "Yeah, the same goes for me."

She pulled the door open and walked out, then stopped at the threshold to watch them leave the building. The visitors then exited the room. A fleeting thought crossed Lisa's mind that she ought to come back into the room and talk to John, but she immediately came to the conclusion that the idea was even too risky for her to attempt.

Lisa let out a sigh. She couldn't help but wonder why it was that she cared so much for John, and she often found herself thinking about this subject. It's not even remotely likely that taking care of him would result in her gaining access to his scale.

After she had finished shoving that idea to the back of her mind, she joined the line of men waiting to order breakfast and made her way back into the dining room.