Harvey York’s Rise to Power

Chapter 6114
"You think you’re impressive just because people call you Consul?"
Milan pulled out a thin and long cigarette from her Hermes bag, then took a huff before looking curiously at Harvey.
"The Smalt Sect has a high reputation, and so does its young master.
"That doesn’t mean that a mere subordinate has the same reputation.
"Does your master know you're being this high and mighty right now?
“Let me tell you something! Naruse is my man! If you go against him, you go against me!
"And if you don’t kneel in front of him, then I'll kill you myself!
Don’t believe me?!’’
Milan blew a puff of smoke at Stefan’s face with an arrogant yet fearless expression.

Naturally, she had already cultivated her personality after studying abroad for many years.
To her, having someone like Naruse as a boyfriend was definitely worth showing off.
Whoever challenged her boyfriend’s authority would be the same as challenging hers.
Stefan froze after hearing Milan's words; he didn't know how to reply at all.
The top ten families and the five hidden families were the peak of Country H's authority.
Normally speaking, families like these would always admire people from outside while hiding the fact at the same time.
But Milan didn't hide anything, and was even flaunting her boyfriend at this very moment. Stefan didn't know how to deal with the situation at all.
There was something Milan said right as well.
The Smalt Sect was probably on par with the Osborne family, but the Aenar Temple was different.
If Milan decided to slap Stefan in the face, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Harvey looked curiously at Milan; judging from her way of doing things, the Osborne family probably had different factions from within the family.
There were people who did things similarly to Clyde, and there were others like Milan.
Well, it was only normal for big families like these. After all, not all eggs should be put in the same basket.
When Stefan went quiet, Milan stood up with her arms crossed. She stomped on the ground with her high heels.
"For the young master’s sake, I'm giving you one last chance.
“Are you kneeling or not? I'll give you three seconds!
“If you don't, then I'll make sure that you do! Believe me; I can do it."
Milan looked at her Cartier watch, her thin lips curved in disdain.