Chapter 8 He has a quirk

Lorcan's pov.

Sitting in the corner of my luxury swimming pool, I lay down on the bench and watched all these spoiled and corrupted rich adults dancing through my sunglasses.

They all rushed to my party after receiving just one phone call, half adore for party half be scared of me. Whatever the reason was, I prefer it when they do so and move in the manner I want them. It feels good as they obey me.

"Excuse sir," I heard Travis, my assistant, “there’s something about Miss Rosalyn.”

I turned to look in his direction as he came to stand beside the bench. "What’s up?" I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Miss Rosalyn was being bullied by her colleagues in the company," Travis reported.

I have asked the bodyguards to keep an eye on her. I don't want my kid to be hurt because of that kind-hearted and foolish girl.

"Do you want to help her or want me to do something sir?"

As Travis told me about her, I fiddled with the steel bracelet that was around my wrist. “Travis, you’re such a nice guy.