Naomi Kenway pushed the butler aside and slowly walked forward. She pressed the jagged edge of a vase against the male servant's neck, and a slight push was enough to make him cry out in fear.
Naomi Kenway's eyes were bloodshot with rage, her voice chilling. "I'm asking you, how long has this been going on?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The servant was scared witless, only able to repeat the apology mindlessly.
Naomi Kenway raised a hand and slapped him, her slender fingers closing around his throat. "I asked you, how long have you been bullying him like this?"
"How... how long..." The male servant was being choked. Unable to breathe, he couldn't get the words out.
The butler finally realized what was happening. He was utterly heartbroken but still moved to stop Naomi Kenway. If this continued, someone was going to get killed.
Naomi Kenway knew when to stop. She released her grip, looking down imperiously as the vermin knelt on the floor, coughing wretchedly.
