The security guard trembled so much that his voice sounded shaky. "Aren't you trying to kill me because my presence has caused your employer's shameful state to spread online? This situation has likely damaged his reputation, which could lead to a reduced income for the Reid family and a sharp drop in their share prices. God knows what other negative impacts there'll be."

Bridget's lips twitched as she raised a brow at Darius, who reacted the same way at her. They were both taken aback by the security guard's unfounded panic.

"Continue what you were doing, Bridget." Darius spoke up, then turned to look at the security guard. "Based on the loud thump when you knelt, I can confidently say you've hurt your knees. I suggest you leave this room at once if you're that frightened."

Surprisingly, the security guard didn't move a muscle.

That elicited a sigh from Darius, who crossed his arms and said, "I agree with those negative implications you mentioned. However, I need to remind you this—