Adam Clarkson was taken aback.
He asked in confusion, "Mr. Vermillion, why are you...?"
As Herbert Vermillion, who had just walked in hurriedly, saw Adam Clarkson pointing at Lola Hussey, he changed the direction of his finger to point at himself, "Come on, point at me and tell me who the hell you're cursing at?"
Adam Clarkson had a baffled look on his face.
Not only Adam Clarkson, but also the staff present in Quentin Palace were all equally baffled.
Lola Hussey gently tugged on Emily Winter's sleeve, "Mrs. Winter, is he my savior?"
Emily Winter squeezed out an awkward expression, "Damn, this is Mr. Vermillion. Not only can he curse at people, but he is also even harder to talk to. He has the most say in the crew."
"..." Lola Hussey's eyes slowly widened as her heart tightened, "That's terrible..."
Emily Winter was also anxious, "Whatever Mr. Vermillion says to you later, just bear it, and absolutely do not talk back."
Lola Hussey could only nod obediently, "I understand."